Martial Arts Master Travelled to Ancient Time and Farms Chapter 228

Cheng Ling's visit to Qishan Village is similar to that of Xiaoshu Village, but it is completely different.

The folk customs of Qishan Village are relatively sturdy, and the villagers are extremely wary of outsiders, especially those in the imperial court. Cheng Ling simply did not reveal his official identity to anyone in the village, but found a new way to integrate into the village.

No, with the smooth progress of the daytime consultation and dressing change, Cheng Ling and others were warmly received by the villagers when it was about to fall into the night.

The villagers invited Cheng Ling and others to live in their own homes. For this, some of the angry people even blushed and almost fought.

Until Wang Sanhua, who had been standing on the periphery, suddenly said: "What is there to argue, as if someone's land is big enough to live in so many people!"

Yes, most of the people in Qishan Village are poor, who can't live without it?

Cheng Ling's line originally had seven or eight people, plus Fang Langzhong and his servant Changming, together there were ten people.

With so many people, it is inevitable that they cannot only live in one villager's house. If they want to stay overnight, everyone must be scattered.

It's good to be scattered, the villagers are happy when they are scattered.

As for how to distribute after dispersing - that's fine, just quarrel and quarrel again. It's just that you don't have to do it anymore, and you don't have to fight as fiercely as before.

The first thing everyone wants to win is of course Cheng Ling. She is young, and she seems to be very talkative. Maybe she can get something strange out of her mouth?

The second No. 2 fragrant pastry is Fang Langzhong.

After all, he is an old doctor. The old doctor is popular, and it always makes people feel more reliable. He also buys one, gets one free, and can have a Changming beside him.

And then other people, that is, if you can grab one, you will be counted as one.

This one said: "Go to my house, my family has many kids, and I can work quickly. I can clean up a room in three or two times, and keep it clean and have hot water."

The one said: "The boys are sloppy, you can go down to the ground, can you clean up the house? It's not as good as my girl, that's meticulous!"

Someone else said, "Bah, pah, just those reed-stick girls in your family, who see that you treat people like cattle, who is not rude? I'm too embarrassed to say meticulous... meticulous, that must be our Yunniang. Such!"

Yunniang bowed her head silently, touched her rough fingers, and tried her best to reduce her presence by hiding.

The villagers were chattering and chattering. After a lot of battles, Wang Sanhua narrowly won.

She hummed, raised her head, and took Cheng Ling away arrogantly.

Until the house was in sight, a teenage boy ran out of the thatched hut at the foot of the mountain in front. The boy saw her and Yunniang, opened his mouth and called out, "Aniang, eldest sister... How did you bring eldest sister back?"

looked at Cheng Ling again and asked curiously, "Auntie, who is this?"

Wang Sanhua's color suddenly changed: Mother, she was addicted to quarreling with those old guys just now, so she forgot what kind of evil star behind her was, and she actually took this person back home with a feverish mind.

She, she, is she crazy? Why are you robbing this evil star? Wouldn't it be better to let this guy go with the other idiots? …

Wang Sanhua was stuck in her chest again, she hurriedly lucked out, and after a while to regain her concentration, she turned her head to take a careful look at Cheng Ling.

She forced a smile on her face: "Hehe, this... Cheng Langjun, please come inside. Although our house is small, it is clean and clean."

He urged his younger son: "Quick! Go and clean up your house. This is the nobleman who wants to live in our house, Cheng Langjun. He will live in your house. You sleep with your father at night, and I will go with Yun. Mother squeezed."

Wang Sanhua arranged the room in a few words. She regarded Cheng Ling as a man, so she arranged for Cheng Ling to live in her youngest son's room.

There is nothing wrong with this, Wang Sanhua's youngest son Zhang Caogen kept looking back while walking.

He turned his eyes to Cheng Ling, looked at Cheng Ling and then at Yun Niang, his eyes were full of curiosity.

Cheng Ling stayed in Wang Sanhua's house temporarily, and all ten of them integrated into Qishan Village.

The villagers lived a hard life. Although Cheng Ling and others lived in the villagers' homes temporarily, they basically brought their own food rations. All the food on the donkey was unloaded, and everyone shared some of it.

Fang Langzhong went to live with the Zheng family in Qishan Village. Li Zheng was surnamed Qi and was also the patriarch of the surname Qi.

In such a remote mountain village, if it is a place where the same surname lives together, basically the chief of the local surname will also serve as the chief of the village.

Of course, even if it is not a remote mountain village, the same is true in the general countryside.

Qishan Village is dominated by the surname Qi, and there are not too many families with the surnames Zhang and Wang. Everyone has some trivial conflicts, but they are generally united.

Cheng Ling stayed at Wang Sanhua's house for half an afternoon, chatted with Zhang Caogen for a long time, and met Zhang Caogen's grandmother, Mrs. Zhang.

The old lady Zhang's eyes were not able to see clearly, and she had some tinnitus. She sat on the threshold of the house in the middle of the afternoon, carrying a dustpan to pick stones for the corn.

The Zhang family has a small population. Apart from these few people, the rest are Wang Sanhua's husband Zhang Dezhu, and her youngest daughter, a two-year-old baby named Beet.

Beet is two years old and still can't walk, just because Wang Sanhua is an advanced childbirth girl, the baby basically has no milk after birth, so she reluctantly raised it with corn soup.

The little girl was malnourished, with a yellow face and thin skin, and was pitifully small.

Cheng Ling brought yam eggs, so he asked Wang Sanhua to steam the yam eggs until soft, mashed them into mud, mixed with warm water, steamed egg custard, and fed them to beets.

Wang Sanhua was reluctant to give up the eggs, and whispered distressedly: "It's true that the rich don't know that the poor are hungry, how can this egg just give her a little girl like this, I have to take it outside to exchange salt..."

If you don't eat salt, the whole family will be doomed.

But reluctant to give up, after Cheng Ling said that eating like this is good for the child, Wang Sanhua still gritted his teeth and made it for the child.

But the egg custard beets steamed from an egg can not be eaten all, the little girl can eat about one-third, and the rest of Wang Sanhua will be shared by Zhang Caigen and Yunniang.

She also boiled eggs for Cheng Ling alone, which can be regarded as showing her greatest sincerity in hospitality.

Cheng Ling took out the dry-smoked sausage from the bag, and then took out the air-dried chicken.

Zhang Caigen gulped his saliva, and Wang Sanhua's face blossomed with a smile. Ouch, what kind of evil star, she can entertain such a evil star, and it is a hundred times better to keep it than to treat that dead ghost in her house!

Into the night, the moon goes up to Cangshan.

Qishan Village, which had been busy all day, fell into silence in the night, and the village was filled with a noisy silence.

It is the people who are sleeping, the chickens are sleeping, and the dogs are sleeping.

What is noisy is all kinds of insects reviving in the warm wind of early spring. The sound of insects is far or near, squeaking, and symphony in the night wind, just like the romance in the poet's dream.

In fact, the night in early spring was actually a little cold, and Cheng Ling pushed the door out in such a night.

Chapter end

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