Datang Fenghua Road

This sentence alone made Han Yue's nose feel a little sore.

Since ancient times, maternal love is great. There is no mother who does not love her children, but for the sake of family life, she can only let her children go.

It's not that I don't want to cuddle in my arms, but I need to free up my hands to work.

"Sister-in-law, I'm a peddler from Chang'an. I'm going to find some profitable business to do. I think your family is making clay, scooping water and mud. Do you want to make utensils and burn pottery?"

Han Yue continued talking and entered the wooden shed in a familiar way.

He scooped a ladle of water from the water tank on the edge of the wooden shed, and pretended to be thirsty: "I've been walking all morning, and I feel a little thirsty. Sister-in-law, I'll ask for a sip of water, and I'll help you do some work after drinking it. account..."

"A scoop of cold water, what does it say that the account is not paid for?" The woman laughed, but still kept her head down and busy.

Han Yue chuckled lightly and picked up the water ladle to drink water, when he suddenly found that the water quality was turbid, with fine particles floating obviously.

"I'm going, can I drink this water?" Han Yue frowned. Although he didn't say it, he was a little apprehensive.

The woman suddenly looked up at him and said with a smile, "Look at your little brother, you don't look like a poor man. You don't want to drink raw water when you're so thirsty? Put the scoop down, there's something cooked in the pot over there."

Han Yue smiled embarrassingly, touched his nose and explained angrily: "The main reason is that the water quality is too muddy, and I'm afraid I'll make a stomach upset if I drink it. I'm a peddler who walks, and I don't dare to fall ill outside..."

"That's the truth!" The woman giggled, her eyes a little brighter.She wiped her dark palms, turned over and put some hot water in a pottery bowl for Han Yue.

Han Yue wasn't actually thirsty, but he still took it over and drank it slowly.

The woman's eyes lit up again for some reason, and she giggled and asked Han Yue if he wanted to drink.

At this time, the two children finished smashing the dirt and brought in the last clay with their hands. They didn't seem to be curious about the arrival of guests at home, but instead said to the woman: "Mother, the work is done, we want to go to the front street. , today there are entertainers in the wine shop talking about ancient times, and you can learn a lot of things when you talk about it in the middle of the night..."

The woman nodded quickly and said solemnly, "Then hurry up and remember to listen and remember more."

The two children agreed, but did not leave immediately. One of the children was standing at the door of the wooden shed, while the other pretended to pick up a water ladle and drink water.

No matter how much the child pretends to be, he still can't cover up what's on his mind. Han Yue's heart moved slightly, feeling that there should be something in it.

Sure enough, not long after, the child who was dawdling at the door finally opened his mouth. He looked up and down at Han Yue for a long time, and finally said vaguely: "You treat my mother better tonight, she will be better tomorrow. You still have to do things, don’t be like those bad guys, using all your strength in several lifetimes…”

Han Yue was slightly startled and opened his mouth to ask, but the two children suddenly left. Before leaving, he glanced at Han Yue again. There was a sense of satisfaction in his eyes, and he even smiled and nodded to Han Yue.

Han Yue felt even more strange in his heart, and vaguely felt that he was in trouble.

Chapter 728 Pointing at Han Yue's nose and scolding

At this time, the woman suddenly came over and sighed softly: "They think you look good and you are much stronger than those vulgar guys, so they are very satisfied with you, and they are not as resistant as before."

Han Yue was startled suddenly, a thought flashed in his mind, he scanned the wooden shed subconsciously, and suddenly had a kind of understanding in his heart.

This poor woman is probably a secret door.

The strange thing is that the two children did not resist their mother doing such a thing.

The woman seemed to see him frowning, and suddenly became a little shy, and explained in a low voice: "I'm used to being poor, I'm used to watching, the two dolls have seen me like this since they were young, although the older I get, the more I resist this kind of thing, but They know that I can't help it, alas, the child is sensible, and I'm afraid I won't be able to do it again in the future, but unfortunately there is still a little one to raise, and I don't know what kind of work to do..."

Han Yue was stunned for a while, then suddenly pointed to the pile of clay in the middle of the room and asked, "Don't you have a job to do? Can't you support your family? Burning pottery is also a craft work, so your income should not be low, right? ?"

The woman gave a faint voice and said sadly, "I can barely earn two pennies while working so hard all day, but this money can't be moved, so I have to save it for the children when they grow up."

"Two texts? Only two texts a day?" Han Yue frowned tightly.

The woman smiled shyly, and whispered: "Yes, two pennies a day, save one penny, and let the children hold the other. They will go to the wine shop to listen to people talking about ancient times, and they need to give one penny when they enter the door."

Han Yue's heart twitched, and suddenly there was a sense of enlightenment. He looked at the woman with hesitation, and asked tentatively, "This penny is equivalent to letting them study."

"It's not about studying, it's just a long experience..." The woman still whispered quietly, and suddenly became a little shy, and said in a voice like a mosquito: "Little brother, it's still early, I can't wait for you to sleep for the time being, the slave family has to take advantage of it. Do some chores during the day, you can go out for a walk and come back after dark."

"No, I'm not leaving!" Han Yue suddenly said.

The woman was startled, obviously misunderstood, and hurriedly said: "You're not leaving? You want it now? The slave family, the slave family, the slave family has never had a day, and the neighbors will laugh at me..."

Obviously, although she has been reduced to a secret door and become a dust, she still retains a strong dignity in her heart.

Han Yue opened his mouth, and finally explained with a wry smile: "Sister-in-law, you misunderstood, I don't want that, I want to help you with some work and pay for the bowl of tea just now!"

Having said that, I rolled up my sleeves and said loudly, "Aren't you going to work during the day? Come, come, I have the strength, what do you think I can do for you?"

The woman stared at Han Yue in a daze, and it took a long time before she uttered four words, and said in a strange tone: "You are a good person..."

"What?" Han Yue couldn't hear her because her voice was too low.

It's a pity that the woman didn't speak again, but suddenly pushed Han Yue hard with her hand and said loudly: "Go, leave this place, this kind of poverty-stricken market is not the place you should come, and good people will learn slowly here. broken."

"I really can't learn badly!"

Han Yue laughed, the woman pushed him out, but he pushed in hard, suddenly his eyes fell on the woman's face, looking at her shaggy face, and said with emotion: "Being a mother is strong, you are not ashamed. , I just don't know something, what about the father of these three children?"

The woman's hand that pushed him suddenly froze, and then her face became dull, and she muttered, "How can a woman like me have a husband?"

"But you have three children..." Han Yue chased after him.

At this moment, an old voice suddenly came from outside, and someone sighed: "The child is not his, Mother Lu is an orphan who was adopted with kindness."

Following this voice, I saw an elderly man, Shi Shiran, walk in. This person should be the official of the square market. After entering the door, he first looked at Han Yue, and then sighed again: "It's a pity, just two days ago. The doll ran to me and said that a good young man had come to the family, and the old man came over to take a look with joy, but after seeing the little brother, he felt it was a pity."

"But... what a pity?" Han Yue was a little puzzled.

The old man glanced at Han Yue and smiled bitterly, "It's a pity you can't marry Lu Niang."

Han Yue was startled, not knowing where he started.

As a Fangguan, the old man was obviously very familiar with all the residents. He found a place to sit down at will, took the clay on the ground and started to work. Brother Chong, at first glance, you are not ordinary people. Although you are wearing a coarse shirt, you have an indescribable smell on your body. This old man can be considered a person who has seen officials, but it seems that the officials are not as brilliant as you... "

He then glanced at Han Yue again, shook his head slightly and said, "It's a pity, it's a pity, I thought Lu Niang would have a good home, but it's a pity that you are not an ordinary person."

Han Yue smiled, very peacefully.

He also sat on the ground, picking up a lump of clay and kneading it like the old man did. He didn't want to continue this topic, but pointed to the pile of clay and said, "This should be the tire of the pottery. , this is an inherited craft, why is the income so low?"

As he said that, he looked back at the woman named Lu Niang, and said in a deep voice, "I heard Mrs. Lu mentioned just now that she can earn two pennies in one day. This is simply bloodless exploitation, and it's more than just selling materials. price."

Lu Niang sighed sadly and was noncommittal about this.

On the contrary, the old man shook his head and said solemnly: "Don't say that, little brother, this is not actually exploitative, you don't need money for clay, you can just dig it out of the city, and you don't need money for well water either, so we don't need to open it if we bring back our strength. If you buy charcoal from the kiln, you only need to make the clay into a body, and someone will take it. Two wen a day, a month is sixty wen, if you work hard for a year, you can save a consistent two..."

As he said that, he pointed at Lu Niang, and said with emotion: "For example, this girl, her ancestors have been making implements for generations. Although she was poor, she did not starve to death."

"But she, but she..." Han Yue opened his mouth, but didn't finish his sentence in the end.

The old man laughed and said indifferently: "But she's a secret door, isn't she, what's there to avoid? The old man might as well tell you bluntly, there are many girls in this market who are like this, but no one will be there. Talking about it behind the back, I admire these girls very much."