Seeing that his younger brother didn't spend money indiscriminately, Huixiang breathed a sigh of relief and took the purse back from Zuo Shaoyang: "Brother, let's go. The sun is about to set. If you don't leave, the road will be dark."

Zuo Shaoyang looked at the musk again for a moment, then put it in his arms and walked back with the medicine basket on his back. While walking, he said, "Isn't this girl a mute? From beginning to end, I saw her laughing, and didn't hear her say a word."

"What a mute, I was talking to me just now. I guess I was a farm girl. I was afraid of being a child. I was shy when I saw you, a young man."

As if it was confirmed by the words of Fennel, a crisp mountain song came from afar. The sound was exactly the girl who was catching firewood:

“It’s sunset,

The water on the beach is busy.

Whose people are experiencing the beach water?

My sister goes to the west to keep the sun.”

Zuo Shaoyang stopped and looked back and could no longer see the figure of the girl who was catching fire. After hearing the lingering mountain song echoed in the mountains, he felt a little confused. He asked, "This mountain song is so nice! - Sister, what is she saying it's called?"

"I didn't say that. I saw you fall down and fall on the cliff above. I wanted to climb up but couldn't climb up. I was so anxious that I cried under the cliff. She happened to carry firewood and asked me what was wrong. I said, and she immediately climbed up the cliff and rescued you. All of them said this."

"Sister, you are really good. If someone saves me, you don't ask for his name."

"You have been unconscious and I am so scared that I can't ask these questions. - What? Are you moved by the girl? Hehe"

"How could I have it? It's just that someone saved me, so I should ask."

"I know what you think. You are a big boss, and it's time to start a family. But, don't say that you don't like to listen. Don't look at our poor family now. But my father claims to be a scholarly family and has a high-minded attitude to choose a daughter-in-law. My father will definitely look down on a farm girl like her. Don't keep this hope."

In ancient times, the concept of marriage was very strong. Zuo Shaoyang learned history and knew that even if scholars were poor, they generally looked down on the farmer (except for a very small number of 'alternative' like Tao Yuanming). Mencius said, "Those who work hard to control others, and those who work hard to control others." Although Liu Yuxi, a great writer of the Tang Dynasty, lived in a thatched hut, lived in poverty, but did not want to be with ordinary people. In the "Inscription on the Humble Room", he said with a noble priest: "There are great scholars in talking and laughing, but no white people can do it." Since ancient times, most of the people who have been practicing medicine have been literati who have not achieved academic success and changed their careers to medical practitioners. As the saying goes, "I am not a good minister, but I am willing to be a good doctor." So it is not surprising that my father Zuo Gui had this idea.

Zuo Shaoyang turned around as he walked, "Sister, look at what you said, I'm not in a hurry. I'm not a bachelor...Oh!"

Zuo Shaoyang was talking, but he didn't notice that his feet slipped and almost fell down. Fortunately, the Fenix ​​behind him was quick and quick, so he pulled him back: "Be careful! The road is full of snow, so concentrate on walking, don't think of other girls, walk slowly! Don't step on the snow, just walk on the mud, your shoes are dirty and you can wash them. If you step on the snow, be careful to catch a cold and get sick!"

Zuo Shaoyang couldn't help laughing when he heard her nagging. He said, "Sister, many of our baskets are filled with mulberry roots. Why are you digging such mulberry roots for?"

"Peeling mulberry and white bark."

Zuo Shaoyang knew that mulberry white bark was a common herb for relieving cough and relieving asthma, and asked: "Even if you make medicinal materials, you should dig some of the various medicinal materials. Why do you dig out mulberry white roots, which accounted for more than half of the basket!"

Fenxiang sighed but did not answer. Zuo Shaoyang did not ask. He was even more curious about the social life in ancient times. He asked all kinds of things in a row, including what to eat, what to use, who are relatives and friends, how many people are in the prefectures and counties, what everyone does, etc., and asked all his curiosity about the ancient times.

When Huixiang heard his questions, he was very childish. He didn't expect that his younger brother was really dead. The modern young man who had traveled from more than a thousand years ago was full of curiosity about the ancient times. He thought that his head had broken his memory and lost his memory. He couldn't help but feel even more worried, but he didn't dare to show it on his face. He patiently answered questions and answered questions. Fortunately, he remembered what he told him immediately. Thinking that he could remember everything he had before when he recalled in this way. He felt a little relieved in his heart.

Along the way, I saw a lot of flat fertile land covered with thorns. I guess it had been abandoned for many years, so I asked again: "Sister, why are there no one to cultivate these lands? What a pity to shake it."

"There must be someone who has oxen to cultivate the land. In recent years, the young and strong laborers have captured soldiers and fought wars. Many people have died, and even the bones cannot be buried. They are all young and old, women and children. What kind of land can be like this? They can only watch the desolation."

Zuo Shaoyang still knows the major historical events. After the collapse of the Jin Dynasty, in the next two or three hundred years, there were all heroes in the separatist areas. Years of war and years of turmoil, the days of cessation were not too many, and the population figures would definitely not rise. In the farming era, everything relies on labor force, the population declined sharply, the labor force was scarce, and the land was barren. Looking at these barren fertile fields, I couldn't help but sigh.

The two of them walked while talking. Zuo Shaoyang learned from Huixiang that the mountain they collected herbs was called Qianren Mountain. Because the number of peaks and most of them were towering cliffs, they were named. The county town where their family is located is Shijing County, which belongs to Hezhou and is the location of the prefecture.

When the sun was about to set, they finally returned to Shijing County, Hezhou Prefecture.

I saw this city from afar, not very tall. There was a moat outside the city, but there was a green water. The suspension bridge was a bit ragged. The iron chains as thick as bowls were pulled. Two carriages could be arranged in parallel on the bridge. At the gate of the city, several soldiers wearing armor, holding spears and scimitars on their waists and hips, were looking vigilantly at the people entering and leaving. When they found that there was something dazzling, they pulled them aside to interrogate.

Zuo Shaoyang looked around curiously and stared at the soldiers for several times. This was the first time he had seen ancient soldiers. They were similar to those in TV series, but they seemed more energetic. The soldiers ignored them and the two of them successfully entered the city.

The first sight of ancient towns surprised Zuo Shaoyang. Compared with the TV series "Water Margin" and "Romance of the Three Kingdoms", the sets in costume dramas such as "Romance of the Three Kingdoms". Not only are they ruined, but there are also many ruins. Although it has reached the Zhenguan era, this is the first year. The blessings of the Zhenguan administration have not yet bathed in the people, and the trauma of the war has not yet been cured. The people's clothes are even simpler. In this cold winter, many of them are very thin and trembling with cold. Zuo Shaoyang is a little strange. These people's winter clothes are almost all single-coated garlands, and they have never seen them wearing cotton. However, he didn't know that although cotton was planted in the Tang Dynasty, it was far from popular, and few people could see cotton.

On both sides of the road, there were ragged beggars, curled up in the corner of the wall, with a broken bowl in front of them, looking blankly at the passers-by with their godless black eyes. Occasionally, you can see those who are drunk and swaying and singing while walking, but their clothes are very dark, far less bright and bright than those in TV series.

Fenxiang took Zuo Shaoyang through the streets and alleys, and finally stopped in front of an old wooden house. He turned around and smiled, "We're home."

Zuo Shaoyang looked up and saw that it was a three-bedroom tile house. In the middle was a hall. Four wooden doors were open. Peach wood boards were hung on both sides of the wooden door. Although it was simple, it was flat. The couplets written on it were simple and vigorous, with great skill. They were naturally written in traditional Chinese characters. Above the gate, there was a plaque, which was also written directly on the flat peach wood board. The three words "Guizhitang". The handwriting was the same as the couplet, and it was obviously written by the same person. However, the handwriting was already outdated. If you didn't stand below and look a little further apart, you wouldn't be able to see what was written clearly.

There are two long benches beside the door of the lobby. Inside, there is a long wooden table with no color visible horizontally. Further inside, it is already evening, and the interior is very dark and the furnishings cannot be seen clearly.
Chapter completed!