Only three bowls of noodles, although the portion is large enough, and it only costs twenty yuan in later generations, it requires six large sums of money in the Tang Dynasty. Han Yue said that there is no!

If a person is poor, his ambition will be short. The story of a hero who is suffocated to death with a penny is actually happening every day. It is really a bit indescribable sadness for him to ask the onlookers to pay the bills.

Once upon a time, Han Yue, I, even begged for a bowl of noodles?

The face money was finally paid by the middle-aged uncle. Although he looked so unscrupulous when he paid the money, he stared at him like a pile of shit, but he paid for it. Nowadays, he was the old man who had a few money in his pocket. In addition, Han Yue had not yet figured out the relationship between the middle-aged uncle and Doudou, so he decided to be strategically tolerant and temporarily pretended not to see the uncle's contemptuous look.

A large bowl of mutton noodles was 2 pounds, and the amount of slime was stuffed into the stomach, and the hunger gradually faded.

It feels so good to eat.

It was the day of summer at this time. Although the sun was a bit west, it was hot after all. The little girl was eating sweetly with a big bowl, and her thin little face was covered with crystal beads of sweat.

After Han Yue finished eating, he wiped his mouth and saw that the girl was sweating profusely, so he subconsciously lifted the corner of her clothes and wiped her.

"Honey, wuwuwu..." The little girl raised her head, tears faintly emanated from her eyes.

Damn it, right? This is touching? The emotional world of you Tang Dynasty people is too scarce, right? If you look at the middle-aged uncle, although he still has a stern face with the King of Hell, the depths of your eyes are clear and relieved.

It seems that correcting a person's disgust requires silent moistening things. Don't shoot them, and proceed quietly.

"Han family mistress, what are your plans?" The middle-aged uncle had a lot of appetite. After eating the noodles, he asked the noodle stall owner for a bowl of noodle soup. While snoring, he asked in a muffled voice.

Han Yue had sharp eyes. He had seen the blue veins on the back of his hand holding the bowl, and it was obviously very forceful. There is no doubt that as long as there is a slight mistake in his answer, the big bowl will definitely hit his forehead.

"Go home, my husband, let's go home and live a good life..." Before Mr. Han could speak, the little girl was impatient to make a final decision.

Looking at her longing eyes and bright colors, Han Yue never expected that a scum like him would also enjoy a warm moment.

He smiled faintly!

At this time, silence is better than sound. He just needs to gently lift the corner of his clothes and help the little girl wipe her sweat.

"You cowardly kid still have a conscience..." The middle-aged uncle muttered cursingly, but this tone was no longer as murderous intent.

Han Yue let out a long sigh, and the human-shaped gas tank finally abandoned the explosion form, and his life can be temporarily protected!

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The afternoon sun is very bright. This word is so wonderful in the eyes of literati, but it falls into the mouths of ordinary people...

God, you're going to be so hot!

Along the way, there were endless cursing sounds, Han Yue was cursing, and the passers-by around him were cursing. Even the old-fashioned middle-aged uncle suddenly came out of his mouth.

Only the little girl was extremely happy. She held a grasshopper woven in one hand (a magic weapon for Han Ye to pick up girls) and held Han Yue's arm tightly with the other hand, smiling like a flower and sweat wet.

"Wow, I said, girl, can you let me go? I'm so close that we can't be so hot?" Han Yue stuck out his tongue like a big dog, looked up at the scorching sun, and gasped listlessly.

"I don't..." The little girl didn't say it, but when she said that, she even held her other hand up. Okay, the posture of hugging herself is so nervous. Do you want to catch a thief or steal someone?

"Let go, men and women are not allowed to be close, and they are so close, it will be intoxicating!" Since the persuasion cannot be achieved, I heard that the best suits for loli instructiveness.

"I don't..." The little girl was still determined. Although she was so embarrassed that her cheeks were pink, her hands were still not put.

You are cruel!

Han Yue shook his head helplessly and continued to spit out his tongue.

Hanjiazhuang is located in the western suburbs of Chang'an, a distance of twenty kilometers. In this Tang Dynasty, without buses and taxi, it is impossible to be shortcut.

In ancient times, we basically took the opportunity to drive. Only wealthy families had ox carts. As for riding horses, that was the right only for the powerful.

I took a break and walked along the way, and my body was covered in smelly and sweat, as if I had just been fished out of the water, and finally arrived at the ground at sunset.

Looking around, this is a small village where chickens crow and dogs bark. In history, eight rivers surround Chang'an, meaning that Chang'an City is surrounded by rivers. This Hanjia Village is located in the western suburbs of Chang'an City. Needless to say, it must be leaned against a river, surrounded by mountains and rivers, which is elegant.

The ancients had dinner early. Before the sky was dark, smoke was curling in every household. Several local dogs were passing by at the entrance of the village. A dozen little kids with butts were squatting in the water. The sound of water fighting made Han Yue suddenly feel moved to go home.

The uncle in the middle carried a bag on his back and never spoke along the way. After entering the village, he didn't say a word, staggeringly leading the way in front of him, and then wandered for a while in front of a dilapidated yard. Finally, he sighed and pushed the door open.

Han Yue looked at the dog-like wooden door, thinking that this was the time to get home. He was about to raise his foot and was pulled by Doudou.

"My husband, the lunch food was invited by Uncle Tian, ​​and he even went to his house for dinner. Aunt Tian wanted to scold the street..."

Nani? Isn't this our family?

"Heavenly killed, six big copper coins. I have to wash clothes for the master for three days before I can earn back. You are so unscrupulous, why did you spend it casually? What do you want to treat him to dinner? Oh my god, I won't live anymore..."

The sound of shouting at the sky and the earth was heard from the wood gate. The fierce woman in the Tang Dynasty was furious, and the momentum was very terrifying. Han Yue and the little girl looked at each other, shivered together, and then fled in panic.

"Aunt Tian is a good person, but he is a bit fierce!" The little girl was kind-hearted and did not forget to explain.

Han Yue refused to comment and let her hold her hand and look at the village around her eyes.

Poor, broken!

Very poor, very broken!

There are only moss in the alleys, and no one says it is poor. Every household is surrounded by branches and a small courtyard. If the soil is built, it will be built with a low house with some hair and a dog hole wooden door. How can it be lived in?

"Doudou, where is our house? Is it almost here..." Han Yue hesitated, fearing that the place he lives in was also such a doghouse.

In fact, he was too worried. How could Mr. Han live in such a house?

"You are stupid, my husband, that's our family?"

Loli's tone was so arrogant.

Well, understand, listen to this, your family should be better than others.

Han Yue's worries fell back secretly, but when he looked in the direction pointed by the little girl's arm, he instantly became messy.

It was a small stream, with the river flowing, the green mountains in the distance, and the surrounding insects could be heard!

What a place surrounded by mountains and rivers! In the era when real estate was dominant in later generations, if you build a villa here, it would take at least tens of millions of dollars to get it.

The riverside garden, what a wonderful vocabulary, but unfortunately, this is the damn Tang Dynasty.

But I saw that there were thick weeds beside the river, and a small path led to half a broken house.

Damn, the style of the painting is wrong. What about the promised time traveling through the rich? Why has it suddenly become the mainstream of poverty and abuse? The turning point is too outrageous? Oh, I can't watch this rural documentary anymore. Boss, let me change the disc...

Just now, he discovered that the poorest family in the village also had at least a whole house, and a small courtyard with a circle of wooden fences. Why did he become half a thatched house when he arrived here? Standing alone among the weeds, if a white flag was planted in front of the door, ghosts could be attracted in the middle of the night...

"Mr., please wait before dark. Doudou digs a little more and then strives to reclaim five acres of barren fields this year and plant them all!" The little girl was not afraid of being in a haunted house. Her dark and thin little face was full of joy after her husband returned home. She pushed Han Yue into the door, and then took out a pickaxe from somewhere, held it in her hand and wanted to dig the ground in a hurry.

It's nonsense, it's getting dark, and after a afternoon of travel, I'm tired, hungry and tired, so I don't hurry up and take a shower and go to open up the land in the middle of the evening? Is this an inherent custom of the Tang Dynasty? Or is your family's usual rule?

However, looking at the thin figure and holding a heavy pickaxe in his hand, why did the joyful enthusiasm make people feel so sad?

"Girl, come back..." Han Yue howled.

Doudou is a good girl. When she heard her husband's call, her quick steps stopped immediately, but she was a little confused on her face?

"What's wrong with my husband?"

"You, are you going to reclaim the land?" Han Yue did not dare to look directly at the little girl's eyes, and glanced at the wasteland not far away. There were weeds stretching out to the riverside, with stones and soil everywhere, and it did not look like a place where food could be grown.

"Is there still a need to reclaim this wasteland?"

Just a sentence, it is an auxiliary tone, which means nothing like what you ate today. Why did the little girl's face suddenly change, her smile no longer turn white in an instant?

"My husband, don't scare me, you can't sell land, you can't sell land..."

Uh? What's wrong with this? I didn't say I wanted to sell the land? Besides, even if I wanted to sell it, the weeds and pebbles were everywhere, and it was not as good as the future generations that could build a villa. Who would want it if you were blind?

Han Yue was extremely puzzled. Just as he was about to explain, he saw that the little girl seemed to have hit the evil, and suddenly she was no longer in her energy and seemed to be pulled away in an instant, sitting softly on the ground.

"My husband, don't sell land. You have sold our Tianzitian. This ten acres of wasteland is the last property in our family. You can't sell it anymore..." Sobbing, miserable and miserable, a small face turned pale, and even the big eyes that once shined suddenly became stagnant at this time.

Is this a terrifying blow that makes me so fragile?

"Doudou, Doudou?" It's over, this girl was crazy.

After shouting twice, the little girl refused to agree, but was swaying all over there, and sobbing with a dead face: "I knew, I knew, God would not be so good, how could my husband change his temperament? God would not be so good..."

This is endless. The little girl seems to have suffered too much, and her mentality is as fragile as glass, and she needs to be warmed up well.

Without any warning, Han Yue could only use some means.

"Doudou, Doudou?" He walked over a few steps and picked up the little girl from the ground.

"Well..." The man's chest, no matter how scum, could still comfort the helpless woman. The little girl was hugged and suddenly felt a strong aura, and she was slightly regained.

"Doudou, look, this wasteland is too big, right? Well, I still know how to nod, that's fine, let's continue..."

Han Yue tried his best to hold the little girl's head, forced her to look at her, and then tried to put a flat tone and said softly: "You just said that this land is ten acres, and there are too many, you can't cultivate it alone..."

"I can do it!" When the little girl mentioned the land reclamation, she quickly recovered from anger, as if she wanted to prove herself. Her thin little hand wanted to get the pickaxe again.

Han Yue was quick-eyed and quickly grabbed the pickaxe and threw it aside from a distance.

Just talk back, it means your heart is not dead yet.

"Doudou, look, you are still very young and thin, right? What the girl needs to do at home is just cooking, cooking, washing clothes. As for the matter of reclaiming wasteland, you should let your husband come, right?"

What is the most beautiful in the world? The future is the most beautiful! What Han Yue has to do now is to make the little girl have a beautiful vision of her future life...

Sure enough, the girl's small mouth quickly opened and her big eyes widened, as if she had heard the most shocking words in the world.

"My husband, you said, are you here to open the land? You never work..."

Damn, Han Yue was completely speechless about the original owner of this body. How scumbag is this to be able to do such a thing.
To be continued...