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

Han Yue was suddenly shocked, and a thought flashed through his mind. He subconsciously glanced at the wooden shed, and suddenly he had a clear understanding of it.

This poor woman is probably a secret partner.

What's strange is that the two children actually did not resist such things as their mother.

The woman seemed to see him frowning, and suddenly became a little shy. She explained in a low voice: "I am used to being poor and used to seeing. The two babies have seen me like this since I was a child. Although the older I am, the more I resist such things, they know that I have no choice. Alas, the child is sensible, and I am afraid I can't do it anymore in the future. Unfortunately, there is still a small person to raise, and I don't know what work to do..."

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

The woman said quietly and said sadly: "I can earn two cents a day when I work hard, but I can't move the money, so I have to save it for the children to use when they grow up."

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

The woman smiled shyly and whispered: "Yes, two papers a day, one of which is saved, and the other paper is asked to be taken by the children. They want to go to the wine shop to listen to people's stories about the past, and they need to give a penny when entering the door."

Han Yue's heart twitched, and suddenly hesitated to realize. 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 said quietly, and suddenly became a little shy again, and said with a sound like a mosquito and flies: "Brother, it's still early now, and I can't wait for you to go to bed for the time being. I have to do some work during the day, and you can go out for a walk and wait for darkness."

"No, I won't leave!" Han Yue suddenly spoke.

The woman was shocked and obviously misunderstood. She said hurriedly: "You are not leaving? You are going to do it now? I have never lived in the daytime, and the neighbors will laugh at me..."

Obviously, although she became a secret door and became a Fengchen, she still retained a strong dignity deep in her heart.

Han Yue opened his mouth and finally explained bitterly: "Sister-in-law, you misunderstood. I don't want that. I want to help you do some work and repay the bill for the bowl of tea just now!"

Speaking of this, he rolled up his sleeves and shouted: "Don't you want to work during the day? Come on, I have the strength. How do you say I can help you?"

The woman stared at Han Yue in a daze, and after a long time, she spit out four words quietly, and said in a strange tone: "You are a good person..."

"What?" Because her voice was too low, Han Yue didn't hear it clearly for a while.

Unfortunately, the woman did not speak again, but suddenly pushed Han Yue hard with her hands and said loudly: "You go, leave this place. This kind of poor market is not the place you should come from. Good people will slowly learn bad things here."

"I really can't learn it!"

Han Yue laughed, and the woman pushed him out hard, but he went in hard, and suddenly his eyes fell on the woman's face. Looking at her sling-headed beggar's face, he sighed: "It's not embarrassing to be a mother, you are not embarrassed, but I have something unknown, where is the father of these three children?"

The woman's hand suddenly froze when she pushed him, and then her face turned dim and murmured: "Where can I have a husband like me?"

"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, Lu Niang is an orphan who adopts kindness."

With this voice, he saw an elderly old man Shi Shi Ran walk in. The man should be the official in the market here. After entering the door, he looked at Han Yue first, and then sighed again: "What a pity. The two babies just now ran to find me and said that a good young man came to my house. I was delighted to come over to see it, but after seeing the guy, I felt very sorry."

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

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

Han Yue was stunned, wondering where he said this.

As a arch official, the old man was obviously very familiar with all the residents. He found a place to sit down and started working with the clay on the ground. While doing it, he seemed to chat about family matters. He smiled and said, "You guys are not ordinary people at first glance. Although you are wearing thick clothes, you have an indescribable smell. I have been considered a person who has met the officials, but those who are officials seem to be as outstanding as you..."

He said that, looking at Han Yue again, shook his head slightly, "What a pity, I thought Lu Niang could have a good home, but unfortunately, you are not an ordinary person, brother."

Han Yue smiled, smiling peacefully.

He also sat on the ground, and learned from the old man to pick up a ball of clay and rub it. He didn't want to continue the topic, but pointed to a pile of clay and said, "Making this should be a pottery for making pottery. This is a skill of inheritance. 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 just heard from Mrs. Lu that she said it would be two quotations that can only be earned in a day. This is simply bloodless exploitation. Selling materials alone is not just the price."

Lu Niang sighed sadly, not saying anything about this.

On the contrary, the old man shook his head and said solemnly: "Don't say that, this matter is not actually exploited. Clay is not money. Dig it when you go out of the city, and well water is also not money. Just pick up the strength of the jar. We don't have to open a kiln to buy charcoal. As long as we make clay into a craft tire, someone will collect it. Two cents a day, sixty cents a month. If you work hard for a year, you can still save some one cents a day..."

As he said that, he pointed at Lu Niang and said with emotion: "For example, this girl has been a tyrant for generations. Although she is poor, she does not starve to death."

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

The old man smiled and said indifferently: "But she has been a secret partner, right? What's the point of avoiding this? The old man might as well tell you that there are many girls in this market, but no one will gossip behind his back. Instead, he admires these girls very much."

Han Yue's heart moved and said, "Because they adopted orphans."

"Yes, because they adopt orphans!"

The old man focused his attention and sighed with emotion: "The daughters of poor families are even more conscientious. They can't stand the little beggars falling on the streets and can't help but take them back to raise them. But after a long time, they slowly embarked on the road to the secret door. Alas, it's a pity that the market is poor here, and people who come here to have fun are usually not much money. These girls have to serve people at night and have to work during the day to earn some money..."

When the old man said this, he didn't know what he remembered. He suddenly angrily smashed the clay in his hand and said loudly: "It is said that the court has the responsibility to protect the poor, but how many people are truly protected? The world is sing the reputation of King Zhao of Xifu, saying that he is the savior of the poor people, but I think this is nonsense. Why don't he come to save the place?"

Han Yue was stunned and looked a little strange.

What is the difference between this situation and scolding a bald donkey in front of a monk?

What is the difference between this situation and pointing at his nose and scolding?

But the old man was still not satisfied and continued to curse: "King of Zhao, King Zhao, where is the King of Zhao? They all say that we can save the poor. Are we not poor?"

He suddenly pointed to Lu Niang next to him and said sadly: "Brother, look at this girl. She is only in her early twenties this year. If I don't tell you her age, do you feel like a woman in her thirties or forties..."

Han Yue was slightly stunned and turned to look at Lu Niang.

The woman was a little shy and subconsciously stroked the ends of her forehead. She rubbed her face hard, but the white face turned even darker.

A woman in her early twenties, at the age of her prime in her later generations, not to mention a lot of men, she at least has no shortage of people to pursue.

However, this woman had a bad face, which made people think she was a sister-in-law in her thirties and forties.

Han Yue suddenly put the clay in his hand and slowly stood up from the ground. He habitually put his hand behind his back, looked at the wooden shed, and said with a thought: "The so-called saving people's suffering is better than saving themselves. I think you have done a good job and have never bowed your head to life..."

His tone suddenly changed, and the old man was subconsciously stunned.

Han Yue ignored his guess and continued: "For example, although Lu Niang has become a commoner, she retains human nature in her heart. She uses the income from selling herself to raise orphans, and works hard to help her children save money. I heard from her that she would take out a penny every day to listen to people's stories about the past, which is to give the children a good future..."

The so-called listening to people tell the ancients is similar to those of the latter dynasties. Some scholars who have lost their lives will go to the store to tell some stories to attract customers, and they will teach writing for free when telling stories, which is equivalent to the lowest level private school in the Tang Dynasty.

Han Yue suddenly glanced at the old man and asked in a deep voice: "How many women take in orphans in this market? Do all orphans often listen to people's ancient times and barely learn some words and knowledge?"

The old man subconsciously stood up, but when he answered, he couldn't help but feel a little proud, and said loudly: "Everyone in our market is kind-hearted. Many good girls have adopted orphans. I don't have to count the points. I can tell you the answer in one go. There are more than 200 little babies in this market. Although each one can read the text, everyone went to the ancients..."

"good!"

Han Yue praised loudly and said with a bright look: "Since I am unwilling to bow to fate, how can I be stingy with the opportunity? If the whole world is like this, if the whole world is like this, then how easy it will be for me to promote basic education? You simply admire me."

When Han Yue said this, he suddenly saluted the old man solemnly.

The old man's eyes flashed and he hurriedly avoided it. He had already noticed it and felt that this young man was not an ordinary person.
Chapter completed!