Traveling through the daily life of raising a family in ancient times

Chapter 115

Most of the victims are concentrated in the junction of Qizhou and other states.

Of course, some of them went to Zhaozhou Fucheng abruptly.There have been a lot more beggars on the streets recently.

Fortunately, the government has deployed officers and soldiers to maintain order and gather people together.

Because Mengjiazhuang is close to the city, there is a high probability that a wave will be arranged, and the victims of the disaster will never be allowed to live in the city.

Who has the most houses here?
He Yanxin pondered for a moment, planning to visit Meng Shurui tonight.

"Stand firm, press your butt down." Song Yeqing took a small stick and tapped He Chengze's back.

Zhou Jichuan on the side couldn't help squatting down when he heard it.

In the winter morning, the two of them were sweating and their cheeks were flushed.

"Are you tired?" Song Yeqing looked at their movements and asked blankly.

Although the two have shortcomings, they are much better than when they first started.

Zhou Jichuan's teenage roots are indeed no better than a three-year-old child.

But he gritted his teeth and said, "Not tired!"

He Cheng clenched his fists and shouted: "Mom, I'm tired!"

"Be patient even if you're tired, and hold on for another 2 minutes." Song Yeqing was unmoved at all, and it took as long as he said at the beginning.

She explained to them what minutes mean, counting from one to sixty is 1 minute.

He Yanxin had taught He Chengze how to count when he was on his way, but he still couldn't count all of them smoothly.

So he whispered silently, "One two...46, sixty. One two three..."

"Brother, it's wrong, 46 is followed by 47." Zhou Jichuan who was next to him heard it and said in a low voice.

"Oh, one, two, three..." He Cheng started to read again.

Song Yeqing opened his sleeves and looked at his watch, and finally said: "It's time, stop."

The two children exhaled after hearing the words, and slowly got up and retreated according to the method she taught.

Speaking of what happened this morning, it was all because He Yanxin told them the story of "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" a few days ago.

So He Cheng was not satisfied with the simple morning exercises for physical exercise, and insisted on learning martial arts from Song Yeqing.

Song Yeqing was very serious, telling him that he would be very tired, but she would not soften her heart.Let him think carefully whether he should learn or not.

But this child may have been infected by the kind of heroic spirit his father described, and he is very sure that he wants to learn it.

She looked at Zhou Jichuan who was also eager to try.

Well, let's learn together.So I started teaching them the basics.

He Cheng stretched his sore legs and asked Song Yeqing: "Mother, will we become martial arts masters in the future?"

"Wulin master?" Song Yeqing thought for a while.If it's like Yang Guo, they can't do it.

So he shook his head honestly, "No." There was no sense of guilt for destroying the child's innocence.

"Oh." He Chengze felt a little lost when he heard that, his little head drooped, and his movements were much slower.

"Why, do you want to give up?" Song Yeqing asked with a smile.

"No." He Cheng raised his head and said.It's just that the tone of this meeting is obviously not as firm as when I first started learning.

Seeing him like this, Song Yeqing squatted down.

"Dabao, if you stick to it, you may not be able to become a martial arts master, but if you give up now, you will definitely not be able to become a martial arts master."

He Cheng thought for a while after listening, and said, "Mom, I will persevere!"

"That's good." Song Yeqing patted his head.

"Sister Qing, I will persevere." Zhou Jichuan on the side also said.

Song Yeqing got up and patted him on the shoulder as well. "I trust you."

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a burst of gongs outside.It is a signal that the village gathers to discuss things.

Reminiscent of what He Yanxin said yesterday, it is not difficult to understand why.

He Yanxin came out of the room and yawned.

He went to find Meng Shurui last night, and the second uncle's son also came, and they chatted for a long time.So today he got up late.

As for Meng Dalang who should appear more, he should have gone to the city to drink flower wine.

He Yanxin met several times on the road, and the other party was picked up by his servant after being hungover.

I heard that his concubine, named Qiyin, sold her life contract and money and ran away on the way back to Zhaozhou.

The Meng family had raided their home in the capital, and the travel expenses back home were given by colleagues who saw their pity, but Qiyin stole most of it.

So when I returned to Mengjiazhuang, I was in a hurry to sell the house and property.

However, Meng Dalang's current behavior is so real that people look down on him.

It is said that he was serving as an imperial edict in the capital before.Although this is an official from the ninth rank, he only got it because of his relationship.

But now this degenerate appearance is really embarrassing.

"Little Treasure still awake?" Song Yeqing asked him.

Song Chengsi followed her out of the inner courtyard in the morning, then went to sleep with He Yanxin and returned to the cage.

"Wake up." He Yanxin stepped aside, revealing the child following behind.

"Wait for me to wash up, let's go out and have a look together." He took Song Chengsi to the bathroom.

"Xiao Chuan, you will take Xiao Bao to have breakfast later. Then you can go to the study to read."

Song Yeqing instructed Zhou Jichuan.

"Okay, remember." He agreed.

The gong continued, beating every few minutes.

The two walked to an open space in front of the ancestral hall in the village.

More than half of the people from the village came, and it was Lizheng's son who beat the gong.

Lizheng and several officials stand on the opera stage of the village festival, and there are more than ten officers and soldiers below.

Dozens of dirty people stood in the corner at the other end, clearly different from the villagers.

People looked up, pointed, and chattered, discussing what they were going to do today.

"I'm afraid it's for us who have escaped." Some well-informed whispered to others.

"Then I can't live in my house."

"It's just that we can live in it, but why should we give these people a good house to live in?"

A woman frowned.It is estimated that the family has a vacant house.

"Don't say that, they are also pitiful."

"Sister-in-law three, let's send everyone to your house!" The person next to him immediately said.

"Oh, you all know that there are so many people in my family, how can I live there?" The woman smiled awkwardly.

The people next to her secretly rolled their eyes, and thought it was boring, so they stopped talking to her.

The men were smoking pipes and crossing their chests, staring at the group of refugees.

Talk around and discuss whether the arrival of these people will affect them.

He Yanxin and Song Yeqing came a bit late and were only on the periphery.

The villagers at the side saw the two coming, and some of them clasped their hands and greeted politely. "coming."

"Here we come." He Yanxin smiled and cupped his hands.

He often goes into the village, and these people are people he usually comes into contact with.

"He Langjun, what do you think of today's matter..."

One of them came over and spoke to He Yanxin.

"That's the person who bought the other courtyard of Master Meng's house?" A person who had never had contact with He Yanxin asked in a low voice.

"Yes, that's him. I heard he is also from Qizhou."

"Tsk, compared to those, I'm really lucky." The man nodded with his chin to the victims on the other side.

(End of this chapter)