otherworldly happiness

When Li Jian got up the next day, he found that everyone was up and he was the only one left on the straw bed, so he sat up, changed his medicine and went out. It’s better to figure out the condition of this body before, otherwise it will get worse if it is delayed.”

In the next few days, Li Jian lined up every day to drink porridge in the porridge canopy, or dig wild vegetables. He even went for a walk with several adults, and finally figured out the general situation:

This body is also called Li Jian. He is 14 years old and has studied for several years. He is now the 25th year of Emperor Hongxuan of the Chu Dynasty. He originally lived in Chenjia Village, Yangcheng in the south. We fled together so far, the family's Ah Mo died early, and my father was washed away in order to save him who was trapped in the flood, and his life and death are still unknown. That day, Li Jian was holding the only relic of Ah Mo at home, a ring, by the river. I was missing the happiness at home and the guilt of being washed away by the water, but I was snatched by the beggars in the city who had been eyeing him for a long time. It would be fine to give them the ring, but how could he be willing? As for the ring, Chen Momo didn’t see it when he heard that he came after being beaten, so maybe it was snatched away. They didn't move on the ground, and they thought they had killed someone. Although there were many refugees, there were still yamen guards patrolling them, so they scattered in fright, and it was hard to find someone to take revenge.

The most important thing is that there are no women in this world. There are only brothers and boys. Brother is responsible for the reproduction of offspring. Both kinds of people look like men, but brother is slender and not as big as boy. Of course, this is also true. There are differences in regions, the men in the north are almost as tall as the men in the south, and the most popular in this world are men who are slender and good-looking, and Li Jian is a boy. After knowing this Li Jian was extremely fortunate, but luckily he wasn't the most unlucky one. Being an older brother and having a baby is unacceptable. Hey, my dream lovers...my little movie is bye. . . . .Chen Xing, the youngest of the three children in Chen Memo's family, is an elder brother. When the elder brother was born, he had a red mole on his ear, which is easy to distinguish.

About brother and boy is not as serious as the ancient male and female defense. After all, they all look like men. The elder brother of the poor family also has to work in the fields, but the physical strength of the brother is not as good as that of the boy. The family conditions are better, mainly at home. Do cooking, washing, cleaning, etc., and I can also go shopping. Of course, for safety, it’s best to go with a company, especially a better-looking, young one. After all, there are bad people there. Of course, you can also bring a face towel Yes, as long as you don't do too much, no one will say anything, after all, you have to live.

As for the fact that they are now on the edge of Dacheng, they don’t remember how many cities they have passed through in the past few months. Some cities are not even allowed to enter the gates, and some even send people to drive them away for fear of contagion. Their village is fine. With Mr. Li, a half-tongued doctor, he suggested that the closer to the disaster area, the more refugees there would be. Not only could they not find food, but they would also be prone to plague outbreaks, so they proposed to go north. At least there would be fewer and fewer people, and even wild vegetables would be enough to eat, right? , everyone worked together to get here, the city lord of this city is not bad, he built some straw huts outside the city, and gave porridge every day, and those who have not been infected by the plague after quarantine can go to the city to find some odd jobs, at least Let them survive first. As for the future, the imperial court has not yet come down with any disaster relief measures, which are nothing more than annual local resettlement and arrangements for returning home.

After a few days of getting to know myself secretly in contact with Nobody, I can already speak some short sentences. Of course, the most rare thing is to change my accent. After all, it is still difficult to change a person's habits.

The weather is still hot now, and it’s still not cold to sleep on the grass, but after understanding that this place belongs to the junction of the north and the south, it should belong to the temperate climate. Although it is warmer than the north, it still snows in winter. It looks like the wind is leaking. Winter is tough. I don’t know what will happen when the court settles down. The most important thing now is to make some money, at least solve the problem of enough food, and take care of the body so that we can talk about the future.

It is not ideal to go to the city to find a job these days. Generally, local people are required to provide guarantee for shops or something, or to sign a contract of sale. It’s not that if you can’t survive, no one can sign it. You can only do some odd jobs because you are young. No one wants to use it, so I can only think of a way.

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It has been half a month since I came here, the wound on my forehead has healed, and the pain is gone, but there are still a few bruises, and I have adapted to the current life. The villagers who came together have remembered it, and there are other people who fled. I also met a similar person, who repeated the life of digging wild vegetables, collecting firewood, and fetching water every day. I couldn’t eat enough and I was tired. I fell asleep every night, and I didn’t have the modern insomnia. In the past month, he has only dug herbs a few times to earn some copper coins, and he has bought salt for them. This is the only way to help. After all, people can't do without salt.

One day when he was fetching water by the river, he saw half a clam shell in the sand. He suddenly thought that although the fish in this river had been caught by the victims, there was not even a fry left, but the sand in the bottom of the river There are also river mussels. I haven’t seen anyone catch them. Maybe people here don’t eat them. They do it when they think of them. They roll up their trousers and go down to the river to touch them. Not to mention that maybe they have never been touched. The reason is that there are quite a lot of mussels, and you can touch several of them by walking a few steps. When he bent down and felt satisfied, he stood up and straightened his waist, and found that there were many mussels thrown ashore by him on the bank of the river. It's also quite tiring. Let's make these for them to eat and eat today. Let's touch them tomorrow.

After collecting the mussels together and cleaning them, I found that the clay pot for fetching water couldn’t hold it. I couldn’t help but think that there would be a basket. I would carry it back at once. It’s also useful to weave something into a basket or something, but unfortunately I don’t know how to do it, but there should be quite a few in the same village. After all, I used to weave many things by myself when I was at home, let alone now, when I bring up the clay pot, I’m going to go back and think about the past In the novels I read, the protagonists all have storage rings, space, etc., and they can solve everything with a wave of their hands, which is really convenient. Thinking of this, they waved nervously, thinking about closing, I felt dizzy for a while, maybe it was too long to bend over in the water, but after a while, I opened my eyes, and my remaining mussels disappeared, who stole my mussels. . . . . .