Husband, I'm from the 21st Century Sequel

Chapter 93

"Let's go." Concentrating his thoughts, Ranhua turned around and glanced at Qingluoyuan, and immediately led Tsing Yi out the back door, hired a carriage in Dongshi, and drove straight to Sishan Village.

Xishan Village was only an hour away from the imperial city. The carriage drove through a quiet path and stopped a hundred steps away from the village.

Ran Hua raised his hand and stroked the fake beard on his cheeks, making sure that there was no flaw, then lifted the curtain and got out of the car. The two entered the village under the broken light of the golden sun. A muddy path ran through the entire village. The bustling houses on both sides are well arranged.

When the children in the village saw the two of them entering the village, they all surrounded them and looked at the master and servant of the dyeing painting curiously. Some of the bolder ones even stretched out their muddy hands to grab the green clothes straddled diagonally. Floral cloth bag on the shoulder.

The children around him seemed to be malnourished for a long time, their faces were yellow and emaciated, their clothes were almost heavily patched, and a piece of clothing was so mended that it could no longer be seen that it was the same.

Looking at these children, Ran Hua felt quite uncomfortable. During the reign of the Empress Dowager, the bureaucrats extorted and extorted money, which made the people who lived with their belts even more miserable. Even the people within a hundred miles of the imperial city were like this, let alone Talk about those remote people.

Dye Hua signaled Tsing Yi to bring the burden in his hand, and Tsing Yi immediately handed the cloth bag on his shoulder to Dye Hua. In the cloth bag were buns and pancakes that he ordered the kitchen to prepare before he left, in case of emergencies.

Dye Hua opened the cloth bag, took a big and white white bun, and handed it to a little girl who was nearby. The little girl had timid eyes and a swollen face, as if she hadn't washed it for several years.Seeing that Ranhua was handing something over, she couldn't help but look back at the older children behind her. Seeing that the older children couldn't stop giving her eyes, she stretched out Zhang Xixi's small hand to take the buns that Ranhua handed over.

Seeing this, the children who were standing far away swarmed over like the ebbing sea water, one by one stretched out Zhang Xixi's little hands in front of the dyeing screen, their clear eyes were full of anticipation.

Dye Hua smiled lightly: "Children, don't worry, everyone has a share today."

Tsing Yi also came forward to help with dyeing and distributing pancakes. After a while, the things in the cloth bag were also distributed, no more, no less, just enough.

Seeing everyone wolfing down what was in their hands, as if they hadn't eaten in a few lifetimes, they stretched out their tongues and licked/licked their hands eagerly.

The scene in front of him shocked the dyeing painting a lot. At this moment, a subtle emotion grew in his heart, which finally transformed into a kind of tenderness that sympathizes with the common people.

"Qingyi, it's getting late, go ahead and ask." Ran Hua let out a breath and said softly.

"Um,"

The two continued to walk in and turned around a few muddy paths. Fang Yuan saw an old man in plain clothes walking towards him. Tsing Yi went up to meet him and said with a smile, "Uncle, can I ask the way?"

Tsing Yi turned around and pointed to the dyed painting behind him and said: "This is my elder brother, we two brothers and sisters went to Beijing to join relatives, but we met unkind people and were tricked here, and now we don't know the way to Beijing."

Hearing that the old man's thin face suddenly changed color, his eyes glanced around, and then he lowered his voice and said: "Shh, don't shout loudly, let's go to uncle." Tsing Yi glanced at each other, and then followed quickly.

It turned out that the old man lived at the entrance of the village. After the old man led the two into the house, he closed the door firmly.
(End of this chapter)