Zhang Guisheng said, "What are you doing? I want to die. Don't you know that he knows the people in the yamen? If you really want to do something, will you have good fruits to eat?"

Zhang Jiuyan threw the bench in his hand to the ground with a "pop" sound, and the bench fell apart at that time.

When Zhang Guisheng saw that the bench was broken, he became even more angry. He pointed at Zhang Jiuyan and scolded him.

Zhang Jiuyan wanted to say back, but after all, his memory was integrated with the memory of his body, and he even scolded his father, and he couldn't open his mouth for a while.

In the end, Zhang Jiuyan simply didn't bother to pay attention to his father and went straight into the thatched hut where he was sleeping.

Zhang Guisheng refused to give up and followed Zhang Jiuyan to curse behind him. Finally, Zhang Jiuyan threw the door hard and closed it, so he couldn't see him.

But Zhang Guisheng still kept scolding Zhang Jiuyan for being ignorant through the door.

Zhang Jiuyan's mother, Li Xiuying, is an extremely traditional woman. She follows her father at home and her husband at marriage. She never dares to care about Zhang Guisheng too much.

At this time, Zhang's mother did not dare to come up to persuade Zhang Guisheng, so she could only laugh with her and let the villagers go back.

The villagers thought that judging from the beginning, they could not have seen a good show of father and son fighting each other, but now Zhang Jiuyan is hiding in the house without seeing anyone, so they naturally have nothing to watch, and they all went back.

At about three o'clock in the second half of the time, if it were later generations, Zhang's mother asked Zhang Jiuyan to come out for dinner.

In ancient times, ordinary people only ate two meals a day, and of course the same was true in the Ming Dynasty. They ate three meals a day. Such good things did not appear in modern times.

Eat two meals a day. The first meal is called Chaoshi, which is about 5 or 6 o'clock in the morning, that is, about 8:30 or 9 o'clock in the morning, and the second meal is called feeding, which is about 3 o'clock in the morning, which is about 4 o'clock in the afternoon.

Having two meals a day hasn't changed much for thousands of years. This is actually determined by ancient productivity.

Because the yield of farmland was not high in ancient times, there was no effective means to increase grain output except for human and animal feces, so the grain produced was very small, and almost a mu of land only produced more than 100,200 kilograms of grain.

Often, some families planted twenty or thirty acres of land, but after they finished their work throughout the year, they paid the taxes and could not have much food left, which was only enough for their lives.

Nothing like later generations, a mu of land was bred and cultivated, as well as the effects of chemical fertilizers, pesticides and pesticides. A mu of land produced more than 1,000 or 2,000 kilograms. There was no way to imagine such a lot of grain in ancient times.

In fact, in ancient times, families who ate two meals a day had a good family background, and in some places they could not eat two meals.

To be precise, many women cannot have two meals.

Zhang Jiuyan still remembers when he was a child before, and heard the old man in the village talk about the past. He said that it was the Republic of China that time, the women in the village only ate one meal a day, and it was basically porridge, and the men who worked only ate two meals.

If a woman eats two meals a day and is known to others, she will be scolded by the elderly in the village. These women are not allowed to live, are they greedy, and why are they eating so much food? Are they afraid of starving the dung worms to death?

This was the case in the Republic of China, let alone the Ming Dynasty.

Call for dinner, and Zhang Jiuyan came out.

A few black noodles and three bowls of noodles soup were placed on the table. This was the family’s supper. The family of three sat together and ate with their heads in silence, and no one spoke.

Shaanxi is located on the loess high slope, so it is not easy to grow rice, so they plant crops such as wheat and sorghum.

When growing these in the fields, they are naturally eaten. The main foods made from these crops are black bread, white bread, scones, noodles, noodles, etc.

The black buns are not black, but red-brown, and are made of wheat. Because they grind the wheat for a long time and then grind the bran in, so they taste very bad.

In order to save food, some poor families will mix wild vegetables, leaves and bark, etc., which makes the taste worse and it will be difficult for older people to digest.

Compared with black buns, white buns taste much better.

The white flour bun is white, because the white flour bun is made of flour and does not add anything else, so the taste is much better than that of the black flour bun.

However, white flour buns are much more precious than black flour buns. The ingredients used to make a meal of white flour buns can top three or four meals of black flour buns, which are usually unwilling to eat at home.

Whether it is black buns or white buns, for Zhang Jiuyan, who has traveled from later generations, one meal or two is fine, but it is just for health preservation.

But after eating a few more meals, Zhang Jiuyan just wanted to gaggle and it was hard to swallow.

But this is the case at home, and it is not OK to eat it.

Zhang Jiuyan's father Zhang Gui was worried and opened his mouth several times to say something to Zhang Jiuyan, but seeing that Zhang Jiuyan was silent, he held back the words.

He didn't say anything, but was anxious, so Zhang Guisheng winked at Zhang Jiuyan's mother Li Xiuying.

When Li Xiuying saw this, she lowered her head helplessly. She said to Zhang Jiuyan with a look of embarrassment: "Jiuyan, we can't even rely on the money we owe in the village.

My mother was thinking, why don’t you go to your sister’s house tomorrow and ask your brother-in-law to borrow it and read it?”

Zhang Jiuyan looked up at his mother, and Zhang Jiuyan's mother lowered her head even lower with shame.

Zhang Jiuyan's parents raised five of them in total, but only Zhang Jiuyan and his sister Zhang Zhaodi raised them, and the other three died early.

In ancient times, medical conditions were poor, life was hard and poor, and many children were unable to raise, which was also very common.

Otherwise, the ancients would not have had a headache or fever when they encountered it, as if the sky had collapsed.

"You don't know what the situation is in my family, why am I going to do?"

After saying that, Zhang Jiuyan ate.

Zhang Jiuyan's father put the chopsticks and said dissatisfiedly: "If you ask you to go, go, why do you say so much?"

Zhang Jiuyan put the bowl on and said angrily: "If you want to go, you will shit yourself, wipe it yourself."

"Bastard, how did you talk? Don't want to live?"

"If you don't live, you won't live. How many times have you told you to not bet or not, but you insist on betting. Now you know that you can't pay it back. Now you know that life is hard to live, so what have you done long ago?"

It’s not that Zhang Jiuyan is so angry. It turns out that Zhang Jiuyan’s father has always had gambling problems. His family is poor, but as long as he has a few money, he goes to gamble.

He completely ignored the situation at home. When he was a child, Zhang Jiuyan, his sister, and his mother were often hungry and put on his chest and back.

But Zhang Jiuyan's father never cared about this, and he would gamble if he had money.

Zhang Jiuyan's mother said a lot about this and quarreled a lot, but Zhang Jiuyan's mother is a woman with a traditional personality, so she can't control Zhang Jiuyan's father.
Chapter completed!