world free fairy

Chapter 3

Yang Chen sat blankly in the dilapidated thatched hut, his expression changed from shock to ecstasy and excitement.

In my mind, there are many well-known poems and ditties, circulating endlessly, as if a clear spring is stirring in my mind, with poems and books in my stomach, the temperament is naturally quiet and beautiful like autumn leaves.

A sneeze!

A gust of cold wind blew, like a sharp sword piercing the flesh and blood body, the whole person trembled with the cold wind, and the muscles tensed suddenly.

Yang Chen couldn't help but hugged his hands together, let out a sigh of relief, and rubbed his palms together a few times, hoping to add some warmth to his body.

In the dilapidated house, there is nothing but books. Outside the dilapidated house, it is covered with silver, snow is falling thousands of miles away, and cold winds rush in from all directions of the dilapidated house. The whole house is suddenly like an ice cellar, icy cold bone.

What was even more tragic was that Yang Chen was still hungry, it was really miserable.

"It's not a good day!"

Yang Chen recalled it for a while, and knew from his memory that it seemed that his family had no food left.

In the past, when the sky was clear and the weather was clear, Yang Chen could still go up the mountain to find some wild vegetables and fruits to satisfy his hunger, but now that the mountain has been covered by heavy snow for several days, Yang Chen is almost starving and starving.

If this goes on like this, Yang Chen, who just crossed over, will starve to death again.

"There are still some days before the New Year's Eve. If the New Year's Eve is approaching, I can go out and help people write some Spring Festival couplets and exchange some food."

"How about now?"

Yang Chen never thought that on the first day he traveled here, the first problem he needed to solve was stomach problems.

Food is the most important thing for the people, and their stomachs can't be filled, so they really don't have the energy to do anything else.

Pulling his clothes tightly with his hands, he followed the road in his memory and headed towards the kitchen in the east. The water in the wooden barrel in the kitchen seemed to have turned into thick ice, which looked very hard.

Next to the bucket is a large rice vat, but now there are only a few grains of rice in the rice vat.

"Damn, this house is really shabby, even poor people can't get rid of it!"

After looking at the rice grains in the rice vat with disappointment, Yang Chen sighed helplessly.

It's hard for a clever woman to cook without rice, without food, even if Yang Chen wants to cook something, he can't make something out of nothing.

"Forget it, it doesn't matter if you don't have rice. It's such a cold day, no matter what, you have to boil some hot water to warm your body. Otherwise, it won't take much effort. Your hands and feet are cold and you have to freeze."

Go ahead and roll up your sleeves, Yang Chen finds tools to break the thick layer of ice inside the bucket, pours cold water into the pot, then lights a handful of dead grass and firewood.

The red flame filled the air, and the bright light shone on Yang Chen's face, and the warm feeling slowly returned to his body.

"It's really warm, much better than before."

"Wait a while, drink some hot water, find something to repair your broken house, otherwise, in such a cold day, there is no way to sleep, and you will freeze to death."

In the past, Yang Chen didn't know the five grains and didn't work his limbs. He never thought about repairing the house.

Boiling water, steaming hot.

Yang Chen's face also gradually became rosy.

"Yang Chen, is Yang Chen at home?"

A voice came from the courtyard.

The voice is familiar!
Yang Chen recalled it for a while, and then suddenly realized.

No wonder the sound is familiar.

It turned out that the owner of this voice was Yang Chen's uncle.

In this life, Yang Chen is already 16 years old.

At the age of 16, in many places, people are already married and have children.

On the one hand, Yang Chen hoped that he could pass the high school entrance examination, and on the other hand, he had no money left, so he never married the wife that his parents had arranged for him when they were still alive.

The person who came was the fiancée's brother.

However, this uncle doesn't like Yang Chen, he thinks Yang Chen is a nerd, he can't run a business, he can't live a good life, he has a good family, and Yang Chen ruined his family's wealth. girl a happy future.

So, all this time, this uncle looked at Yang Chen with picky noses and eyes, no matter how he looked at him, he hated it.

Every time I see Yang Chen, I can't help but sneer, the relationship has not been very good.

"exist!"

Yang Chen responded and walked out from the kitchen.

In any case, this is also the elder brother of Yang Chen's unmarried wife in this life.

Besides, Yang Chen really feels a little sad for the dead Yang Chen, how wasteful the dead Yang Chen must be, to ruin a good family to this extent.

In his memory, since Yang Chen's parents passed away, Yang Chen spent his whole day calling friends, participating in various poetry gatherings, banquets, competing in poetry and writing, and pretending to be a literary talent.

The money was sprinkled out like running water, but it also won a reputation outside.

In addition to these, he is studying and practicing calligraphy at home, hoping to become famous all over the world in one fell swoop during the scientific examination.

It's a pity that Yinzihua has been clean all these years, but she has never passed the exam. Instead, she fell ill and died in a broken house until today, and was reborn by Yang Haipeng who descended from the sky.

After coming out of the house, Yang Chen saw a young man wearing a mink fur coat walking towards his yard by himself stepping on the ankle-deep snow.

Brother Young Master has delicate features, with a strong bookish air, but this bookish air can't conceal the shrewdness revealed in his bright eyes like stars.

But outside the yard, Yang Chen saw a gorgeous-looking bullock cart parked.

It is estimated that this uncle should have come in a bullock cart, and he looks very rich.

After thinking about it for a while, I found out.

It turned out that my fiancée's family was a merchant's family, and it was quite famous in the nearby villages. According to people, it also had a lot of wealth and a lot of slaves.

Riding in an ox cart or something like this is completely normal for my uncle, even low-key.

However, although unmarried families are rich, their status is low.

In the Great Zhou Dynasty, the status of merchants has always been low.

The prosperity of the world is all for profit, and the hustle and bustle of the world is for profit. In the eyes of scholars, a businessman is only interested in profit, with a dark heart and a thick skin.

And Yang Chen's family is a scholarly family, known for morality and etiquette. Although it has fallen to this point, its status in society is much higher than that of his fiancée's family.

"What are you doing?"

The uncle glanced at Yang Chen, frowned slightly, and flashed a trace of disdain. Yang Chen's face was stained with some black wood ash due to the boiling water, and he looked a little embarrassed.

"It's too cold, I'm boiling some hot water to warm my body, why are you here, uncle?"

Yang Chen smiled slightly, a little brightly, revealing a mouthful of white teeth.

"Hehe, boil water?"

The uncle sneered, a little harshly.

"There's no rice left in the pot!"

(End of this chapter)