Cutting over the end of the Ming Dynasty: a dog-leg knife at the beginning

Chapter 6 Be a long-term worker?
It was already dark, and the cold wind was getting stronger and stronger, as if it was going to tear the skin.Winter in the north is no joke. Splashing water into ice, staying in the wild for a few days, will kill half your life if you don’t die from the cold. It’s been several days, but Yang Menglong hasn’t been frozen to death yet. Miracle.However, even if he didn't freeze to death, it would be hard. He kept breathing on his palms, walking around, trying to warm himself up.Of course, this is unlikely. After being hungry for several days in a row, the body temperature is almost lost.He really wanted to do dozens of push-ups or something to keep warm, but considering that the two eggs and one steamed bun were almost digested, it was better to forget it. Don't get warmed up, but put yourself on the ground instead.

At this moment, the door of the only decent tile-roofed house in the whole village opened with a bang, and Xiao Jun, the future gangster boy, appeared at the door with a lantern and called to him, "Come here!"

Yang Menglong walked over with a stiff smile——his face was as cold as a piece of dead pigskin, could he not be stiff: "Why?"

Xiao Jun pricked up his ears, and was very satisfied to hear his stomach growling.He asked, "Have you eaten yet?"

Yang Menglong said dejectedly: "No, everyone avoids me, and there is nowhere to buy food if they want to."

Xiaojun said: "You are dressed like this, and you still carry a knife. It's strange that everyone doesn't hide from you! However, you don't look like a bad guy. If you were a bad guy, with a knife and a bow and arrow in your hand, you would have gone Grab the food and eat it... but you can't get anything by robbing. These days, everyone has no food, so they can only eat corn buns made of bran vegetables..."

Yang Menglong sighed loudly, the steamed buns made from bran vegetables are also counted, I am starving to death!What's wrong with the cornbread made of bran vegetables, I can kill ten or eight in one go now!
Jun Xiao seemed to understand his difficulties, and beckoned, "Follow me." He closed the door and led him in.

The house was pitch-black, and there were only two lights on, one was the living room and the other was the study.There was a pair of bowls and chopsticks in the living room, containing a bowl of wheat porridge, not too thick, but steaming hot, making Yang Menglong's mouth water.Xiaojun asked him to sit down, and pushed the bowl of barley porridge in front of him: "Eat it, eat it to warm your stomach."

Before he finished speaking, the bowl of barley porridge entered Yang Menglong's stomach. Xiaojun was terrified at such a speed. He stared at him blankly, like a Tyrannosaurus Rex running out of Zhuluoji Park.

Yang Menglong rolled his tongue, rolled the last grain of wheat in the bowl into his belly, put down the bowl reluctantly, looked at Xiaojun pitifully, the words "I'm very hungry" were clearly written on his face.Xiaojun said angrily: "No more, no more! It's a disaster for us to run into you. We've never seen something so edible!"

Yang Menglong said: "If you have been hungry for three days, you will definitely be able to eat better than me. A good person, do your best and get me something delicious, please!" He almost didn't wear a pair of rabbit ears, and his eyes were watery. His eyes were open and his little mouth was pouting so cutely. He probably never dreamed that one day he would be begging for a meal.

From the study room came the gentle voice of Princess Tianxian: "Xiao Jun, go and bring him those two buns in the pot."

Yang Menglong was so moved that he almost burst into tears, long live Princess Tianxian!I love you to death!
Jun Xiao called: "That's our supper!"

Princess Tianxian said: "He has been hungry for several days..."

Yang Menglong nodded again and again: "Yes, yes, I'm almost starving to death, just eat and be full!"

Xiao Jun glared at him bitterly: "You are so impolite!" He left the living room with a small lantern, walked into the kitchen, and brought a large coarse porcelain bowl, which contained two buns the size of a baby's fist. , still hot.Yang Menglong was also honest and blunt, grabbing each hand and chewing on it.Wowotou is made of cornmeal and bran. It is dry, hard, and rough. Even Yang Menglong’s dog can’t eat this stuff, but now he is devouring it. Words: I am so hungry, even maggots are protein!

After the two wowotou ate their stomachs, they finally felt a little full.Yang Menglong was still full of ideas, but he was embarrassed to ask for food again, because he noticed that the furniture in the living room were all made of logs, not even painted, very shabby, obviously the owner’s family was not much better, if he let go of his stomach and ate it , Maybe they will wipe out their rations.This family is shabby enough, but thinking about the dilapidated houses and burrows of other families in the village, alas, he should kneel.He smacked his lips and asked curiously, "Is your family a landlord?"

Jun Xiao said proudly: "Nonsense, all the property belongs to my family!"

Yang Menglong said: "It's quite a skill for a local landlord to be able to get down to the point where you are so miserable."

The little kid jumped up: "What did you say!"

Yang Menglong ignored the two raised fists and said, "Am I wrong? Take a look, what is decent in your house? You don't even have a servant, how can you be rich?"

Xiaojun gritted his teeth: "I want you to take care of it! Huh, do you think our family is poor? I tell you, other people are even poorer! At least my sister and I can still have enough to eat, and the others can't even eat. If you say anything, I will kick you out!"

Yang Menglong was so frightened that he waved his hands again and again: "Don't, don't, don't! Even if you want to drive me away, you should wait until tomorrow to drive me out, right? Now the weather is turning into ice, and if you spend the night outside, you will lose a few layers of skin if you don't die. !"

Jun Xiao became proud again, with a pair of small hands crossed in front of his chest, his nostrils facing the sky, as if your life was in my hands, if I want you to be round, I want you to be flat. The inconsistency makes people squirm.Yang Menglong had to sigh, troubled times really can make people mature early, in modern society, such a big child still relies on his mother's arms to act like a baby, but at the end of Ming Dynasty, this six or seven-year-old little guy has already begun to shoulder the burden of life up.Putting on airs, the future gangster boy tapped the table with his small hands and said, "Honestly, what are you doing? A wandering swordsman? A refugee who escaped from outside the customs?" Before Yang Menglong could speak, he said My guess: "I guess you must be a wandering swordsman."

Yang Menglong smiled, "How do you know?"

Jun Xiao pointed to the dog-leg knife he took off and put aside: "You have a knife with you!"

Well, it seems that butchers should also be included in the category of swordsmen, because butchers also carry knives.

"Do you know martial arts?" The question came up again.

Yang Menglong said honestly, "A little bit."

Xiao Jun's eyes lit up: "Isn't it serious?"

Yang Menglong said modestly: "It's not that great, but it's not a problem to knock down four or five people."

Xiao Jun's eyes brightened: "Then what are your plans? Where are you going?"

Yang Menglong looked confused: "I... I don't know, it's the first time I've come to this place, I'm not familiar with the place, I really don't know where I can go."

Xiaojun showed a sinister smile: "Then there is no place to go? Why don't you stay at our house for a while and make plans?"

Yang Menglong's eyes widened: "Stay at your house!?"

Xiao Jun nodded confidently: "That's right, you don't have anywhere to go anyway, so why not stay with us as a long-term worker for the time being? Do some farm work in the fields during the day, and help look after the home and care for the home at night. We will take care of your food and accommodation. How about it?"

Yang Menglong couldn't laugh or cry, and after a long time, it turned out that he wanted to pull a strong man.But this kid is really bad enough, the young man he brought here has to farm and look after the home, and he hasn't got a salary yet. It seems that food and housing are already a great gift, profiteer!

Xiao Jun saw that he was thinking about it, so he quickly added fire: "Don't think about it, don't think that we treat you badly, do you know how difficult it is to change food now? Twice a day, you will be full , We have already done our best! Besides, there are people doing the work in the field, if you can’t do it, you don’t have to do it, just help look after the house and keep people from stealing things.”

Yang Menglong glanced all over the place, he really couldn't think of anything to steal in this house, if a thief came here to steal things, he would be considered blind.

Jun Xiao seemed to be able to see what he was thinking, and clenched his fists and said angrily: "Those guys stole everything from my house! Over the years, there have been thieves visiting every year, stealing money, calligraphy and paintings, and jewelry. Steal furniture, steal everything, and then there is nothing valuable to steal, just steal food! Just last month, they stole five stones of wheat from our barn, and my sister and I couldn’t even eat I can't get enough to eat!"

Yang Menglong shouted: "Steal food too!?" In his view, food is not very valuable, and stealing food is definitely the most stupid. Unless you can steal dozens of tons, you won't get much money.Of course, if dozens of tons can be stolen, then it is not called stealing, it can be called robbery, it can be called moving, anyway, it is not called stealing.It is the coldest joke that someone actually ran to the landlord's house to steal several hundred catties of wheat at the risk of having his leg broken.

Jun Xiao doesn’t think so. In his opinion, people who steal food are a thousand times, ten thousand times more hateful than those who steal calligraphy and paintings. If you lose calligraphy and paintings, you will lose a little money at most. If you lose food, you will starve to death. .He said with a mournful face: "We have worked hard for a year to collect such a small amount of rent. We sold more than a dozen shi for a little money, and only these few shi were left. In the end, they were stolen for a whole day." For the most part, there is definitely not enough to eat, and the price of food is so expensive now that there is nowhere to buy it, and we can only eat bark and leaves before the new food is harvested!"

The landlord's family also ate leaves and gnawed bark, and landlord Xiao's life was too miserable.Now Yang Menglong finally understands why Xiao Jun took the risk of leaving him, a person of unknown origin, because he was completely afraid of being stolen, and he was afraid that the last bit of food would be stolen again, so he was asked to stay and look after the nursing home.

Well, taking care of a nursing home is like taking care of a nursing home. Of course, this job is not very glamorous, but it is better than wandering around the world hungry...

After starving for three days, Young Master Yang finally found his first job after coming to the Ming Dynasty: to be the servant of a dilapidated landlord family, referred to as dog leg.

(End of this chapter)