After the crown princess was reborn, she was overwhelmed with farming!

Chapter 5 Zhangmu Village settled down

So, she took a step forward and said cheekily: "Lizheng, we're just taking a rest temporarily and won't disturb others. If it's not possible, can you tell me that there are ruined temples and houses nearby, where we can rest?"

Li Zheng was frowning before he let go, asking him to take in these people, his own family would never do it, let alone someone else's family, and no one would be willing to take in refugees fleeing famine.

Li Zheng said with a serious eyebrow: "There is no temple in the village, but there is one in this shabby house, it's just..."

The man at the side immediately understood, and told Nalan Jing the story of that room vividly.

The house is not a dilapidated house, but it has been abandoned for many years.

The original owner of the house was a widowed old man in the village. He had no children, no daughters and no wife. He was seriously ill, and he didn't tell anyone in the village. Instead, he put all the money he had accumulated over the years on the table, tied a rope to hang himself on the beam of the house, and hanged himself.

After the person died for several days, the smell was discovered.

As the head of the village, Lizheng had no choice but to take the money and help with the funeral affairs with a few families in the village, and found a place to bury him.

The house was already remote, and the widowed and lonely old man hanged himself because of illness. Since then, no one has dared to set foot there. It has been shelved for several years.

The old woman and Rong Yu looked somber, and began to hesitate in their hearts whether to live there.

They hesitated, and couldn't help looking at Nalan Jing again. Since it was a house where someone died, ordinary people would think it was bad luck. She is a charming daughter, so she definitely disagreed.

Nalanjing's eyes lit up, and he asked happily, "Lizheng, can this room be rented?"

The owner of the house has passed away, and the village has not dealt with it. It would be a good thing if it could be rented out. The money can be used by the village public.

Li Zheng said slightly calmly: "Miss Rong can rent it if she wants, five hundred cash a year, I don't know if it is feasible?"

Five hundred words is not too much, and it is enough for a year.

Nalanjing was very happy, and discussed in a loud voice: "We have rented the house, but it may take a month or two for the money to be paid to Lizheng. If you think it is okay, you can issue a lease and an IOU. If we rent it within two months If you fail to return the five hundred wen, you can drive us away, or you can escort us to the Yamen to report to the officials.”

The man also thought it was feasible, and immediately stood aside to help and talk. He is also a poor family. The family is old, young, sick, and penniless. If there is no place to stay, he may die in the wilderness sooner or later.

Li Zheng still agreed.

He was not very literate, and the lease and arrears were not complicated. He had written a lot in the village. He entered the house at this time, and quickly came out with the paper for Nalanjing to draw and sign.

Paper is expensive, so are brushes, so of course they don’t have them here.

What Li was handing over was a piece of rough hemp paper, charcoal pencils that were burnt black, and you needed to bite your fingertips and press them for drawing.

Nalanjing could vaguely understand the handwriting on it. It was similar to the handwriting she knew, but it was not completely the same.

While Nalanjing was looking at the written documents, a young boy's reminder sounded behind him: "Sister-in-law, it's a one-year lease and five hundred cash in arrears."

A woman's ignorance is virtue, and most women are illiterate, even if they are daughters of aristocratic families.

Rong Yu thought she was illiterate.

Nalanjing nodded, and when he was about to take the charcoal pen to sign, the young man took the charcoal pen first, and said straightly: "Sister-in-law is illiterate, let me sign."

Nalanjing had no choice but to give him the IOU in his hand, and saw that he was holding the hemp paper and walking to the wooden post beside him, the hand holding the charcoal pencil was actually his left hand?

Nalanjing took a look at his handwriting, the handwriting was green and his writing was not steady, and he could barely read it.

Ugly handwriting has nothing to do with left-handed writing, but this left-handed person's handwriting is not ugly, but his pen strength is unstable, the font is green, and it seems that he doesn't often write. There is only one possibility, he usually uses his right hand.

Nalanjing knew that he was hiding his clumsiness on purpose, and saw that he stretched out his hand and bit his fingertips, pressed on the name, and then returned the hemp paper to Lizheng.

Li was receiving the hemp paper, feeling that there was no problem, went back to the house to find the key of that room, locked the door of the house by the way, and led them to that room.

Nalanjing already knew that this kind-hearted elder brother's surname was Zhou, and he was the second in the family. Everyone called him Zhou Zhoulang.

He wanted to take them there with Lizheng, but on the way, his family members came to ask him to go back to work, so they said hello and left.

It took Li Zheng's family a quarter of an hour to walk to the house at the foot of the mountainside.

Li was pointing at the overgrown house, and said solemnly: "This is the house. Let Rong Sanlang go back with me. I will lend you a sickle to mow the grass. After cleaning the house, people can live in it. "

Nalanjing took the key from him, not knowing what was going on in his heart, without any dissatisfaction on his face, and said gratefully: "Thank you Lizheng, we will invite you to come in and sit down when the house is tidied up."

Li Zheng: "..."

Li was asking Rong Qian to follow him home to get the sickle, so he didn't stay for a moment.

This house has been abandoned here for many years. People in the village usually go up the mountain and walk around during the day, let alone go into the house to sit.

Only foreigners like Nalanjing are willing to rent this house.

However, they don't live here, they can only live in caves, not to mention the caves are damp, and they can't live in people when it rains. When the wolves are hungry and crazy, they will die.

After Lizheng left, Nalanjing looked at the yard and the house through the weeds.

The yard surrounded by bamboo is quite large, and the house has about three rooms, covering a large area. If the owner's house hadn't hanged himself, it wouldn't be deserted.

"Sister-in-law, I will do this, you go to the side and rest first."

Rong Qian quickly came back with a sickle, holding the sickle and digging hard to mow the grass.

Hearing his airy tone, Nalanjing couldn't help a smile from the corner of his lips, folded his sleeves, and pulled the soft grass roots aside.

Xiao Si and Xiao Wu stared blankly for a while, then they also moved to Nalan Jing's feet and squatted down to pull out the young grass.

Rong Yu took Xiao Liu off her back and put it in her grandmother's arms, helped clean up the grass that Rong Qian had cut on the ground, hugged her in her arms, went outside and threw it out.

Rong Yu studied writing since he was a child, but Rong Qian is a martial artist, with rough skin and thick flesh that can withstand beatings. He wields a sickle and cuts hard grass roots that are nearly two meters high.

After a while, the grass in the yard was cleared, revealing the original appearance of the house.

Nalanjing was pleasantly surprised to find that the mud roof was made of tiles.

Along the way, they saw many mud houses with tiled roofs and many thatched houses, which shows that not every household can afford to build mud houses with tiled roofs.

Compared with thatch roofing, tiles are stronger, breathable, and play a better role in keeping out the rain.

Zhou Zhoulang said that this old man has worked hard for decades, has no children and lives in poverty, and building a house does not save money.

　There is no system, the heroine's character is self-recording, the old saying is commonly known as: Mechanics is tireless!
　　
　
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