Dressed as a sickly villain and survived by farming

It's warmed up in the past few days, and it's not as cold as it was when I first came here. Duan Rongshu still wore thicker clothes than the others, and even wore a cloak over it.

At this moment, Rong Shu thought of cotton. During the Little Ice Age in the future, cotton might save more lives.Duan Rongshu remembered the information he read last night. The official position system and the natural disasters to be faced in the future are very similar to the Ming Dynasty, but the social development is even more backward. Not to mention that although there is cotton, it is used as an ornamental plant. The original time and space are also It was not until Zhu Yuanzhang did he vigorously promote planting.

"Uncle, do you know Ji Bei?" Ji Bei was Cotton's name at this time.

"It's white and soft, I want that."

When Duan Rongshu spoke, his eyes were bright, as if hiding stars, and his voice was soft and soft, like a baby, for Rong Yi, he had to give the moon even if he wanted the stars.

"Yes! Our business stores are all over the south of the Yangtze River, and there are many new items in them. Uncle will let them deliver them in a few days." Rong Yi has already planned to buy all the Jibei from all over the country.

Among the younger generations of the Rong family, Duan Rongshu was the one who cared the most. He had seldom contacted him for many years and thought he was unfamiliar. As long as he was healthy and healthy, it would be fine. There are many crises, the last court almost killed him a few days ago, there is no one in the Duan family, and the Rong family can't help in the court.

Rong Yi thought of his elder sister, Duan Rongshu's mother, who was loved and loved in the Rong family, who was the best for him when he was a child, but passed away early.

So in Rong Yi's heart, Duan Rongshu is like a parent and son, Rong Yi thinks of the youngest son in his mind again, his face is a little subtle, as if he can't explain it in words, and the nephew and niece of the elder brother's family, they have never acted like a baby, they are all like a bandit.

Rong Yi and the others also thought about asking the child a little bit, but the child didn't seem to have that nerve, and took one bite at a time: What's the matter?Dad (Second Uncle) doesn't look like someone who can say that, don't give me goosebumps, I'm going out to make a date.

That's right, the younger generation of the Rong family has no culture, and they are good at fighting, so no one dares to go to the shop to cause trouble. And the niece Rong Huan originally wanted to raise a lady of the family, but she couldn't be a Xiaojiabiyu, but she didn't expect that she could fight. Three, nephews may not be able to fight, don't even think about the little padded jacket, it's like a bulletproof vest.

Rong Yi looks tough and doesn't have the karma of being a child. He didn't expect to be spoiled by his nephew and ask for things in his lifetime.

Duan Rongshu's voice was cheerful, with a rising end, "Thank you Uncle, Uncle is the best!"

Rong Yi was even more flustered now, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but bend upwards, "It's a trivial matter, tell Uncle what you want, and Uncle will buy it for you."

The uncle and nephew wandered in unison in the field, training was going on in the military camp in the distance, and there was cheering on the school field, as if someone had won.

Duan Rongshu's attention was attracted. When Yan Ji came over, he saw his uncle and nephew looking at the school field with the same expression, and couldn't help chuckling, "Master Duan is watching the martial arts competition in the school field? If you are interested, you can go there and watch closely To be clear."

"is it okay?"

After getting Yan Ji's affirmative answer, Duan Rongshu and the others ran away with great interest.

Everyone was still intently watching the competition between the two, but they didn't notice that some strangers came next to them. The outcome of the competition was decided, and a centurion won the competition. Duan Rongshu was very happy to see it, and applauded very face-saving.

It was only then that everyone realized that the extra people, especially Duan Rongshu, had red lips, white teeth, clear and fair skin, and looked a little sick, just like the little sons raised by some aristocratic family.

Yan Ji introduced to everyone, and only then did he realize that he was a third-rank civil servant, and one of the soldiers laughed and said, "Master Duan is so happy to see it, do you want to come and make gestures?"

Yan Ji glared at the man, competing with the literati, he didn't feel bullied, and was afraid that Duan Rongshu would conflict with them.

Duan Rongshu was stunned for a moment, pointed at himself with a slender jade-like finger, and asked doubtfully, "Me?...Let's go."

Yan Ji was also surprised when he heard this, and looked at Duan Rongshu, wondering if Mr. Duan was hiding something?

Duan Rongshu went on to say, "You punch three times and I get seven. Even if it's just one punch, you have to kneel down and beg me."

"Please what?"

"Please don't die."

"..."

How could someone speak so arrogantly of being weak.