Earn money to support your family in ancient times

Tang Yuan felt pain all over his body, his head was clumsy and heavy, and a sour smell continued to drill into his nose, which made him want to vomit.

"San'er! Saner!"

An anxious and worried voice sounded in his ears, Tang Yuan struggled to open his eyes, and then froze.

In front of him was a dirty and thin face, the facial features could not be seen clearly, it could only be judged from the rickety back that this person should not be young anymore.

Seeing that Tang Yuan woke up, Second Master Tang took out a bamboo tube from his arms and opened it, helped him up, put the bamboo tube to his mouth, and said with a sense of joy in his tone: "Amitabha, it must be your mother who blesses you! You hold on , we will be there soon, when we get to the place, even if we have fallen down, we will have a living head!"

Tang Yuan was still dizzy, and he didn't hear Tang Erye's words very clearly. He licked his lips, tasted the smell of iron, and felt thirsty in his throat. He subconsciously drank the water that Tang Erye fed to his mouth. Take a big gulp.

The cool water cleared his mind a lot, and he realized that he seemed to have come to a strange world.

People wearing soap shirts with colorless patches, leaning against the tree in twos and threes, with sunken eye sockets, blue and black eyes, filled with a silent and sad atmosphere.

Not far away, there are a few tall and strong people with knives on their waists, who seem to be dressed as officials.

Tang Yuan realized belatedly that he seemed to have time traveled...

He never thought that this kind of thing would happen to him. He didn't get into a car accident, and he didn't vent his grievances on any novel, he just slept at home.

However, he is an orphan, and he went to university with the help of welfare institutions and kind people in society. Later, he founded his own company, but because he devoted himself to his career, he didn't have many friends.

Therefore, now that he is here, he is not too sad, but it is a pity for the company he founded.

"San'er, you have to hold on!" Second Master Tang looked at Tang Yuan, his voice choked up, "You and me are the only ones left in our village!"

Tang Yuan glanced around and saw that no one was paying attention to them, so he began to make clichés intentionally or unintentionally.

In less than a moment, Tang Yuan knew the background of his current body.

This is a dynasty that has never appeared in the history of China, the Yan Dynasty.Yuanshen has the same name and surname as Tang Yuan, and his nickname is San'er, but he is only a few years younger than Tang Yuan's original age, only twenty.

The original body was from Tangjia Village, and several nearby villages in Tangjia Village were flooded not long ago. The entire Tangjia Village died except for Tang Erye in front of him and him who survived. lost his life.

Second Master Tang and him are not related by blood, and they only meet each other to greet each other on weekdays, but everyone in Tangjia Village is surnamed Tang, and they are more or less related, so Tang Yuan has to call him Second Master, and then Because there were only two people left in Tangjia Village, they took care of each other along the way and became closer.

Because all the houses and farms were destroyed by the flood, and there were only a dozen of them left, the government ordered people to relocate those who survived to Xiaoqing Village hundreds of miles away. On the way to Xiaoqing Village.

However, it was midsummer, the sun was hot and poisonous, and the food given to them by the government was only enough for them to survive starvation. They all gritted their teeth and helped each other on the road.

The original body couldn't hold on anymore and fell down.

After Tang Yuan figured out the situation, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Although it's not kind to think so, but luckily the original body didn't leave any "relatives" for him, otherwise he really didn't know how to deal with them.

As for his current miserable appearance, he believed that with his own efforts, there would always be a solution.

"Second Master, how long do we have to arrive at Xiaoqing Village?" Tang Yuan leaned on the tree trunk and worked hard to move his sore muscles, even though his head was sweating from the pain, he didn't stop, "Do you still have to hurry today?"

"I'm lucky today. It's going to rain soon. You're lucky if you don't hurry. When you fainted, it was time to rest. Otherwise..." Second Master Tang lowered his voice, paused, and showed his face again. Smiling, "But I heard from those officials that it will be there in two hours tomorrow."

Tang Yuan understood what Tang Erye hadn't finished, so he didn't speak. He glanced up at the sky, and there were dark clouds floating over not far away, and he thought it would be over their heads in less than a moment.

He suddenly felt that it was not good, if the rain came and went quickly, it would be better. At worst, they had to bite the bullet and hide under the tree for half an hour. The weather was hot, and the wet clothes would dry in less than half an hour.

But if it rained continuously for several hours, they had no shelter from the rain and kept hiding under the trees. If a thunder struck, he might have to fall down.If he hadn't hid under the tree and it rained heavily, given his current physical condition, he would definitely be sick, and probably not far from death.

Except for tall and thick trees and low bushes, there was nothing that could cover him, Tang Yuan pursed his lips tightly.

Second Master Tang didn't seem worried. Seeing his sullen face, he stretched out his hand and patted his shoulder: "San'er, don't worry, this tree is so thick and big, it won't rain much on us."

Indeed, this tree is so tall and big that two people with a thick trunk can hug it. The branches and leaves on the top are lush and lush, and it looks like it can be carried.

But no matter how much he can handle it, he can't handle the thunder and lightning. However, Tang Yuan has no other choice at this time, he can only hope that he is not so unlucky.

Fortunately, Tang Yuan was lucky, the rain stopped within a quarter of an hour.

In the evening, Tang Yuan drank a bowl of porridge mixed with small stones, and fell asleep next to Master Tang.

He fell into a deep sleep, and Second Master Tang woke him up the next morning.

Xu rested well, plus he rubbed those stiff and sore muscles cruelly yesterday, and today he felt a little lighter than yesterday, holding his breath, he managed to reach the place.

After the officials arrived at the place, they hurriedly explained a few words to the village chief and Li Zheng, and then left.

"I'm causing you trouble." Tang Yuan couldn't bear it any longer. He hadn't eaten all morning, so he wanted to find a place to lie down and find something to eat. "May I ask what the rules are for the future?"

He looked at the village chief and Li Zheng, although his voice was weak, his eyes were bright and energetic.

The village head and Li Zheng looked at him, and said: "The government has sent someone to tell us before, you can live here from now on, but you have to cultivate the fields yourself, we only provide you with a place to stay. Place and half a month's rations, and the rest you can figure out by yourself."

"Thank you," Tang Yuan's frowning eyebrows loosened a little. He has observed this village just now. It's not big or small, and it's not very rich. It's very good to be able to help them with these things. Take us there?"

"Okay," the village head beckoned to the side, and a few men with big bulging bags came over, "Zhuzi, take them there."

"Let's go."

Zhu Zhu glanced at them and walked ahead with a big bag on his back.

Tang Yuan gritted his teeth, took a deep breath, and followed behind them.

It wasn't until Tang Yuan felt that he could hardly hold on that he finally arrived at the place - a half-sized old wooden house.

There was only a simple small stove and a few bundles of firewood inside. Zhuzhu and the others put down the bag and left. They only told them not to run into the mountains, because there are wild animals in the mountains.

Someone opened the bag and looked, it was sweet potatoes.

There was no scrambling, mainly due to lack of energy, so a dozen people divided the sweet potatoes peacefully, and then gathered in twos and twos to do their own things.

Tang Yuan was so tired that he fell asleep and fell asleep, but his stomach kept growling and his hands and feet were weak, so he could only resign himself to his fate and fill his stomach first.

The only small stove has been taken up by people, and most people throw their sweet potatoes into it to cook, the pot is so full that Tang Yuan thinks that the pot can no longer hold his sweet potatoes...

So he squeezed away from the crowd with a somewhat wobbly figure, squatted down, opened a hole in the firewood, stuffed two sweet potatoes in, and covered the firewood again.

Seeing his movements, Second Master Tang rubbed his hands together in embarrassment: "I'm sorry, San'er, what, I forgot just now..."

"It's okay," Tang Yuan didn't care, the two of them were just companions on the road, now that they arrived at the place, they naturally took care of their own affairs, he turned to look at Second Master Tang, "Second Master, can I trouble you to take a look? I want to rest for a while."

"All right, all right, don't worry, I'll definitely show you well!" Second Master Tang nodded repeatedly.

Tang Yuan said his thanks and went to nest next to him. He closed his eyes and fell asleep, thinking about the next thing. It wasn't that he didn't want to sleep, but that he was so hungry that he couldn't sleep. In addition, the smell in the wooden house was really bad. is unable to sleep.

About two quarters of an hour later, Tang Yuan heard noisy voices, and opened his eyes to find that everyone was scrambling to get sweet potatoes from the pot. Maybe they had a rest for a while, but now their son was arguing louder.

Tang Yuan got a headache from the quarrel, and saw that Second Master Tang was still fighting with others, so he walked straight over, skillfully pushed aside the crowd, took out his two sweet potatoes from the stove, glanced at the pot, and quickly He took two sweet potatoes and stuffed them into Master Tang's arms.

Second Master Tang was overjoyed, and before he could speak, Tang Yuan had already left the door.

The tip of the nose smelled of fresh grass and trees, and there were two crisp birdsong from time to time. Sitting under the tree, Tang Yuan slowly breathed out a mouthful of stale air. Then, regardless of the hotness of the sweet potatoes, he peeled off the skin and began to eat.

With one bite, Tang Yuan's face was distorted by the heat, but he couldn't bear to spit it out, so he swallowed it whole while enduring the heat.

The sweet potato is big and sweet, and the golden core melts as soon as you sip it. The delicate sweetness melts in the mouth, which soothes the hungry stomach sour.

Tang Yuan finished the two big sweet potatoes in less than a moment.

He licked his lips with a little aftertaste, touched his no longer dry stomach, and finally had time to remember to look at his current appearance.

He looked at the surrounding environment, there were very few people passing by, and there was a certain distance from Xiaoqing Village, so he knew that Xiaoqing Village was guarding against them.

But this is human nature. If it were him, he would do the same. After all, no one would feel at ease letting a dozen refugees into the village.

He walked for a while, and found a small stream with clear water, and he could see a few carp alive and kicking.

Tang Yuan thought of more than a dozen ways to eat in an instant, thinking that he must grab a few to try.

He reluctantly moved his gaze away from the fish wagging its tail, knelt down and drank the water with his hands, and rubbed his face vigorously along the way.

Then... rub a layer of black mud.

The corner of Tang Yuan's mouth twitched, and he rubbed it more vigorously. It took him almost a quarter of an hour to see his face clearly.

His facial features are regular, his brows are clear and bright, although his face is thin and out of shape, it can be seen that he is a handsome young man.

The most important thing is that his face is [-]% similar to his original face!

Tang Yuan didn't know if it was a coincidence, but it was obviously more conducive to his adapting to his current status, and he felt very good.

Next, he checked his body carefully, and there was no serious injury, but he was too thin to carry it on his shoulders or lift it with his hands.

He sighed inwardly, his previous body had been specially trained by a coach, and ordinary people could hit eight at a time, but with his current body, he was probably out of breath before he even swung his fist.

Looking at the smelly clothes barely covering his body, it seems that making money is imminent.

The author has something to say: Roasted sweet potatoes are really delicious~

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