Yangjiazhai is built on a relatively low and gentle mountain, most of the houses are mud-based, covered with thatch, it looks very simple, the whole village exudes a kind of poor and backward atmosphere, but also gives people a rare sense of tranquility.

Outside the small courtyard where Yang Xu lives, there is a mountain road that is not very flat, and occasionally there are villagers who pass by, and when they see Yang Xu, an outsider, they will look at him curiously.

"Hi there!"

Yang Xu grinned, revealing six white teeth, trying to make his smile look full of kindness, and greeted the villagers passing by enthusiastically and proactively.

"Brother Yang, it's early!"

Yang Hongyu's second uncle and Yang Xing, the "military advisor" of Yangjiazhai, appeared in front of Yang Xu at this time.

Compared with yesterday's doubts and coldness, at this moment, Yang Xing had a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, his face looked much gentler, and his eyes were no longer sharp and compelling.

"Brother Yang, you're early!"

For this man who was under one person in Yangjiazhai and above more than 300 people, Yang Xu was extremely careful and behaved respectfully and politely.

According to Yang Fugui, in Yang's village, although Yang Hongyu is the owner of the village and has the right to make a decision, he has always respected Yang Xing, and the things in the village, no matter how big or small, will listen to Yang Xing's opinions.

And although Yang Xu was taken in, he was still just an outsider, he knew that he couldn't offend Yang Xing, otherwise the other party would drive him away, it wasn't a matter of words?

The two chatted a few words that were not nutritious, and Yang Xing invited Yang Xu to his residence and served Yang Xu a bowl of porridge to drink.

This is the first of two meals a day for the villagers of Yangjiazhai.

Like last night, the porridge was still made of corn mixed with bran, and it seemed to be a little thinner than the bowl.

After drinking a bowl of gruel, Yang Xu looked satisfied on the surface, but he was silently crying in his heart.

Before crossing over, in another world, even when he was the most depressed, he never treated his stomach badly.

But now, his breakfast is only a bowl of gruel that is difficult to swallow, and he is only half full.

To put it mildly, such gruel, in his world, is not even as good as pig food!

it, after others crossed, they were all dressed and fed, and they were coaxing, why was it Lao Tzu's turn, it was so bleak?

Yang Xing drank a bowl of porridge with Yang Xu, and wiped the corners of his mouth casually: "Brother Yang has just arrived in Yangjia Village, so you can walk around in the village first and get to know each other with the villagers." If you want to do something in a few days, just tell me directly, and I'll arrange it. ”

Yang Xu is a smart person and understands Yang Xing's words.

Yang Jiazhai does not raise idlers, he Yang Xu wants to stay in the village for a long time, so he has to do something to contribute to the village.

Yang Xu didn't have the slightest resistance to this, after all, Yang Jiazhai was able to take him in and give him food, which made him grateful, how could he be embarrassed to let the poor villagers raise them for nothing?

After drinking the porridge, Yang Xing, as he did yesterday, took a group of men from Yangjiazhai out to continue their bandit business to see if they could seek some benefits for the villagers.

And Yang Xu had nothing to do, so he walked around the village alone.

The young men in the Yang family's village either followed Yang Xing to the bottom of the mountain to rob the road, or went to work in Jinyang City, dozens of miles away.

After many years in the workplace, Yang Xu didn't dare to say that he was exquisite, but he could also get along with his superiors and subordinates, he took the initiative to walk between the old and weak women and children in Yangjiazhai, making jokes, chatting about the world, and often making them laugh with a few words.

In just half a day, these old and weak women and children in Yangjiazhai no longer regarded Yang Xu as an outsider, and they poured out their hearts and lungs to him one by one.

In the middle of the village, there is a large area of relatively flat empty space, which is the place where the villagers usually gather to discuss important matters.

The afternoon sun was warm, when Yang Xu passed by this empty field, he saw a group of children chattering and playing, not far away under a big tree with intertwined roots and several people hugging, a short, thin, sloppy, and unrecognizable old man was lying on the seat, with a slight snoring sound in his mouth and nose, and he seemed to sleep very sweetly.

The old man's face was flushed, and a huge wine gourd was placed beside him.

Far away, you can smell the old man's wine.

"The villagers in the village are so poor that they can't eat, where does this old man get the wine to drink? What is his identity in this village? ”

Yang Xu muttered in his heart, walked lightly to the tree, and sat down on a small stone pier away from the old man's father-in-law.

The moment he sat down, a leaf fluttered down, and when it was still half a foot high from the old man's face, it slowly slid to the side as if it had encountered an invisible wall of qi.

Yang Xu didn't pay attention to this situation, he was looking at a group of children playing happily in front of him, stunned.

In the future, I will probably live in this Yangjiazhai for a while?

If you can eat well, dress well, and live well, in fact, it is okay to make peace here for a period of time, as a buffer period after the crossing, so that you can better observe and understand the world.

But this kind of life is not what I yearn for after all.

I have never been a quiet and inactive person, I am at peace with what I encounter, I have a sea of stars in my heart, I want to go to a broader world, and I have a great deed in this life.

A figure as light as a cat, from far to near, swept in front of Yang Xu, bringing a light breeze, and kneeling in front of the drunken and sleeping old man.

"Grandpa, my mother's fever does not go away, and her forehead is getting hotter and hotter today! You save her...... Save her......"

The figure was a short and thin man in his early twenties, his expression was anxious, his voice was whimpering, and he just kept kowtowing to the old man.

Yang Xu saw the appearance of the short and thin man clearly, and then thought of the speed at which he had just swept by like a gale, and his heart suddenly moved.

Last night, Yang Fugui introduced some "celebrities" in Yangjiazhai to him, and the image of the short and thin man in front of him is in line with Yang Dazhi, who is good at flying eaves and walking walls.

According to Yang Fugui, Yang Dazhi's father died early, and his mother was weak, and she was infected with wind and cold a few days ago and was bedridden at home.

Yang Dazhi is a filial son, he waits in front of his mother's bed every day, seeing that his mother is not getting better, he is anxious and bored, and he has the heart to go to Jinyang City under the mountain to ask for a husband, but he can't afford to pay for the consultation, so he has to stay up like this.

"The fever does not go away, and the forehead is hot...... This is most likely due to the severe wind chill causing a high fever, right? The world I was in before was well developed in terms of medical conditions, and the cold was only a minor ailment. But in this poor and backward ancient period, it is a fatal thing......"

Yang Xu saw Yang Dazhi kneeling there and kowtowed, and secretly wondered in his heart, could it be that the sloppy old man was still a doctor?

After a while, the sloppy old man's body moved, his eyes didn't open, and his mouth just muttered: "Your mother is sick, and I'm not a doctor, how can I save her?" You go to the little girl and ask her to figure out a way...... Go and go, don't disturb my sleep again......"

He clicked his mouth a few times, turned sideways, turned his back to Yang Dazhi, and after just a few breaths, he snored again and fell asleep.

Yang Dazhi continued to kowtow and beg, but seeing that the sloppy old man had no response, he had to wipe his tears and get up to leave.

"Yang Dazhi?"

Yang Xu wasn't sure if the short and thin man was the Yang Dazhi that Yang Fugui was talking about, so he tried to scream.