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Chapter 38 0036 [Uncle is not young anymore]

On the way back, I met Ma Sangou and five people who were busy on their way.

"Second Brother Han..."

Seeing An Niang's dazed expression, with tears still on her face, and looking at the empty back, Ma Sangou opened his mouth, then closed it wisely.

What happened is self-evident.

"Let's go back first."

Han Zhen greeted him, and rode his horse towards Xiaowang Village.

Back in the house, he called Mrs. Han Zhang and said, "Sister-in-law, arrange a room for Anniang."

"it is good."

Han Zhang replied softly, and led An Niang to the backyard.

She didn't recognize An Niang, but she was keenly aware of the unusual relationship between the two, otherwise her brother-in-law wouldn't have brought a strange woman back.

Seeing that An Niang has a pretty face and a pair of watery peach eyes, Mrs. Han Zhang feels agitated for no reason.

Taking a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the impatience in his heart, Mrs. Han Zhang led An Niang and her son to the west wing of the backyard.

After entering the door, Mrs. Han Zhang said softly: "You will stay here from now on, you sit for a while, and I will call Si Niang to get you a bed."

"Thank you, little lady, for bothering me." An Niang thanked her.

"Don't be polite, come find me if you need anything."

……

After a while, Mrs. Han Zhang returned to the hall of the Second Court.

Han Zhen was sitting there at the moment, wiping the blade carefully with a piece of sackcloth. Seeing her come back, he asked, "Have you settled down?"

"Ok!"

Han Zhang nodded.

Seeing that she was hesitant to speak, Han Zhen smiled and said: "Sister-in-law speaks whenever she has something to say, how come I have a relationship?"

Hearing this, Mrs. Han Zhang bit her lips and said softly, "Uncle is not young anymore. If you want to start a family, I can help you find a good family."

Although An Niang didn't know her age, she looked a few years older than Han Zhen, and she had another child...

Now that he lives in the backyard, he will definitely be gossiped about.

Han Zhen heard the meaning of her words, and said perfunctorily: "Sister-in-law, don't worry, I'm still young."

"Not too young, uncle is seventeen this year."

As Han Zhang said, he secretly glanced at his muscular body, thinking in his heart, knowing that he brought a woman back, how could he be so young.

"I don't have that in mind for now. We'll talk about getting married later."

Marriage is early at this moment, and the official regulations of the Northern Song Dynasty stipulate that women can get married at the age of 13.

Therefore, the vast majority of women in the folk are married when they are in their teens, and those who are over 18 years old are considered older leftover women.

When the body grows open, it has already been married as a woman.

To be honest, Han Zhen is really not interested in these teenage chaihuo girls.

In this day and age, there are no contraceptive measures. If you get pregnant at a young age, you will have one foot in the gate of hell.

Hearing Han Zhen's words, Han Zhang was overjoyed.

Just thinking that her uncle was going to get married after all, she couldn't help but sigh in her heart.

At this moment, there was a commotion outside the house.

Immediately afterwards, the head of the village led two villagers and walked in.

The two were in a state of distress, with a large amount of dust stained on their rough linen clothes, and one of them still had a nosebleed, obviously a fight.

Han Zhen stopped his movements and asked, "What happened?"

Seeing the simple knife with a cold light in his hand, the emotionally agitated two suddenly became honest, their heads drooped and they didn't speak.

The village chief on the side cupped his hands and explained: "Village chief, the two had a dispute over the field."

"Isn't the field already divided, two acres for each person, why is there a commotion now?"

Although Han Zhen's tone was flat, the overwhelming momentum made them stagnate.

The villager with a nosebleed swallowed, and said cautiously: "I...I didn't make trouble, it's because this guy is unreasonable. I've plowed the barren fields these days and was about to plant seeds, but this guy jumped out and said that my two acres of land used to belong to his family, and he insisted on exchanging it with me."

"They're all two acres of land, so it's really not a big deal to change. It's just that he's just got the land, and he's only cultivated less than half of it. I'm at a disadvantage."

Hearing this, Han Zhen looked at the chief: "Is that so?"

The head of the village nodded and said, "Those two acres of barren land really belong to Zhang San's family."

All the fleeing households brought in in recent days were villagers from the former Xiaowang Village, so the barren land used to belong to them.

After figuring out the ins and outs, Han Zhen asked again: "Which of the two of you made the first move?"

The villager who spoke just now said in shame, "I did it first."

Seeing his nosebleed, Han Zhen thought it was Zhang San who made the first move, and was speechless for a while.

"Zhang San doesn't take it for granted, but it's not right for you to hit someone first."

Han Zhen said, looked at Zhang San, and scolded: "Zhang San, both are two acres of land, so there is nothing to change. Even if you want to change, you have to show sincerity, don't use some sneaky tricks!"

"What the village chief taught me is that I won't dare in the future."

Zhang San nodded repeatedly.

"Fortunately, no one was killed. Zhang San will pay fifty cents. Is there something wrong with you two?"

"I'm fine."

"I'm fine."

The two hurriedly opened their mouths, agreeing to this treatment.

After dismissing the two of them with a wave of his hand, Han Zhen told the head of the village: "From now on, the head of the village will deal with such trivial matters, and you don't have to drag them to me."

Neighborhood disputes like this happen frequently, and if they all come to him, then he won't have to do anything every day.

The key is that sometimes disputes are ironic.

Just like the two just now, the villager was still taking advantage of it, but it turned out that he was the first to beat them, and he lost...

The head of the village replied: "I understand."

"By the way, the head of the village informed the villagers by the way and told them to gather in the valley field in the evening. I have something to talk about."

After waiting for the chief to leave, Han Zhen put away the simple knife, turned and walked to the backyard.

He went straight to the west wing room, and saw An Niang coming out from the inner room as soon as he entered the door.

Han Zhen asked, "Where's Xiaodouzi?"

"I was a little frightened, and I have fallen asleep now."

Seeing An Niang's gloomy expression, Han Zhen comforted him, "Don't think too much, live a good life in the future."

"Ah."

An Niang nodded and squeezed out a smile.

"You have a good rest, I..."

Before he finished speaking, Fang Sansan's voice sounded outside the house: "Ah Lang, Carpenter Chen is looking for you."

Hearing this, An Niang said caringly: "Erlang should go if he has something to do."

After giving her a reassuring look, Han Zhen turned and walked out of the room.

Back in the second courtyard, Carpenter Chen immediately greeted him, "Village Chief, I have improved the roller of the threshing machine, and I have also tinkered with the other blower."

Han Zhen was overjoyed, and hurriedly said, "Go, take me to have a look."

After leaving the house, the two walked quickly to the valley field.

At this moment, there are two wooden cow-like farm implements on the valley field.

One of them is a threshing machine made in the morning, and the other is probably a blower.

Han Zhen stepped forward, first came to the threshing machine, stretched out his hand to hold the handle and tried to turn it a few times.

After shaking it for a while, he found that the roller was indeed turning more smoothly than in the morning, and it also saved more effort.

Not to mention him, even a child of seven or eight years old can easily turn around.

Seeing his satisfied expression, Carpenter Chen said complacently: "I found blacksmith Hu to make a pair of iron rings, put them on the roller, and filled the gap between the two iron rings with grease."

"Good job!"

Han Zhen smiled and praised, and came to the blower again.

The reason for doing this is because the thresher inevitably grinds part of the wheat stalks and leaves together and mixes them in the wheat grains during the process of threshing ears.

With the blower, these straw chips can be easily separated.

The idea and direction for the blower was given to him, so he wasn't surprised by the internals.

This carpenter Chen was clever enough to replace the rollers of the threshing machine with a few wooden fan blades, which looked like a small waterwheel.

Just shake the handle, and the wind will blow, and the threshed wheat will be poured down from above. When the wheat is falling, the straw crumbs mixed in the wheat grains will be blown away.

(End of this chapter)