Outside, it was already dark, and the big trees in the village were tumbling in the wind, accompanied by a whimpering sound. In an eerie environment, soybean-sized raindrops crackled on the tiled roofs.

The little old man braved the heavy rain to bring back a hen and a basket of vegetables and came to the living room to give a gift. Although he saw that it was Lin Haoran sitting on the throne, he still quietly saluted the two of them, and went to the kitchen to get food.

"I'll help you!"

Lin Fu was a little worried, so he followed the little old man to the kitchen.

After a while, the little old man left in a hurry, and soon returned with spices such as salt and oil. Obviously, this house is not often inhabited, but I don't know if it was occupied by the little old man to make a living.

But all this doesn't seem to matter, after all, they can have this one habitat, and they have to thank this little old man with great powers.

Soon, a pot of hot chicken soup and several authentic Yangzhou dishes were served.

Lin Haoran's stomach was hungry, and after taking a sip of delicious chicken soup, he sighed with emotion: "My son has long heard that Huai salt is white and has large grains, but he doesn't want to use it to make chicken soup, and the taste is so good!" ”

Meng Zhao listened to Lin Haoran's emotion, and nodded in agreement.

The little old man found Lin Haoran looking at him, and immediately said with a smile: "Son, if you like Huai salt, I will go to the neighbor and borrow some more for you!" ”

"You've run out of salt from the table you just brought back?" Lin Haoran looked up at him and asked in surprise.

"Childe, there's still some left!" Lin Fu glanced at the little old man and replied immediately.

The little old man gestured an inch of his finger and explained with a smile: "Childe, there is only so little left, I'm afraid it's not enough, why don't I go to the neighbor and prepare more for you!" ”

"No need! Just have some salt! If it is really so delicious, my son will buy more in Yangzhou City and bring it directly to the capital! Lin Haoran took a sip of chicken soup and immediately explained.

The little old man listened to these remarks, and immediately corrected with a smile: "I'm afraid the son is joking!" This Huai salt has a specified sales area, and if you want to bring it to the capital, I am afraid that it will be confiscated by the government! ”

"You even know this, and your knowledge is extraordinary!" Lin Haoran looked at this unattractive little old man, looking very interested.

The little old man hurriedly explained: "Childe said that he was joking, the little old man has never been out of Yangzhou Mansion in his life, and these are just hearsay!" ”

The rain stopped in the evening.

It's just that in this kind of village, even if it is a village in the south of the Yangtze River, it is dark at night, and there is no entertainment in the village, as if it is suddenly isolated from the world.

Lin Haoran entered the room, looked at the low wooden bed, an oil lamp on the simple table, and smelled the faint smell in the air, but the whole person felt uncomfortable for a while.

I thought that after the hard life of Changlin Village during that time, he would not have the slightest resistance to staying here. It's just that he obviously overestimates himself, and from a pampered life to a hard life, it is obviously a huge torture.

"Uncle Nineteen, the water is ready!"

Lin Hai came in with a wooden basin and greeted softly.

Lin Haoran nodded lightly, and sat on the edge of the bed, intending to soak his feet.

Lin Hai looked fifteen or sixteen years old, his body was thin, but he had a fetal mark on his forehead, although he had been covering it up with his hair, but his temperament seemed introverted and inferior.

Lin Haoran stretched out his feet and asked him to help him take off his shoes and socks, and took the initiative to ask: "Ah Hai, have you been away from home for a year?" ”

"Uncle Nineteen, I have been in the Lin Mansion for a year, but if you add the time in Beijing, it will already be one year and three months away from home!" Lin Hai helped take off his shoes and replied with his head down.

Lin Haoran looked at his short body, and asked seriously, "Are you homesick?" ”

"Thought!" Lin Hai's action of taking off his socks was obviously sluggish, but he still replied with his head down.

Lin Haoran sighed lightly, and said helplessly: "I actually thought about it, but if there is no accident, I am afraid that it will be many years before I can go back, or die directly in the capital!" ”

"Uncle Nineteen, you are a good person, you will definitely be able to live a long life!" Lin Haoran put away his shoes and socks, and looked up seriously.

Lin Haoran put his feet into the basin of water with a moderate temperature, but he shook his head gently, but he promised: "When this matter is over, I will let you go on a long vacation, and you can go back to the village to have a look!" ”

"No!" Lin Hai shook his head firmly.

Lin Haoran wiped each other with his feet, and immediately said suspiciously: "Don't you miss home?" ”

"I think! But if I go back because of this, my father and mother will be unhappy, and the old patriarch will probably accuse me!" You have done so much for our people, and I can't hold my head up when I go back for no reason. Lin Hai explained very seriously.

Lin Haoran understood that this was indeed the truth, so he promised: "Then you will stay by my side for another two years, and when your father and mother give you a marriage, or you fancy a suitable girl in the capital, I will give you a holiday to go back to get married!" ”

"Good!" Lin Hai blushed with a pork liver face, nodded silently.

After washing his feet, Lin Haoran didn't even wear shoes and socks, so he stretched his waist and fell asleep directly on this hard bed.

As the oil lamp on the table burned out, the whole room suddenly became dark and wintery.

The surroundings seemed very quiet, and he listened to the sound of summer insects outside, which seemed strangely clear and audible. It's not a good experience, because it's hard to fall asleep in this environment.

But after all, he was still tired, especially thinking about the bumps in the boat, which made him feel as if he was in the waves. With this shaking sensation, he slowly fell asleep.

"Uncle Nineteen, there are assassins!"

Lin Haoran was in a trance, and suddenly heard Lin Fu's loud call, and he was about to flee.

But the situation has taken a turn for the worse, and an assassin dressed in black has arrived at his bedside. The face seemed to be shrouded in a layer of mist, but there was a sense of déjà vu, and it was rushing towards him with a dagger in hand.

"That's not right!"

Lin Haoran felt that something was strange, and immediately opened his eyes again. The room was pitch black, and the roof was faintly moonlit, and there was no assassin anywhere, and he found that he was really dreaming.

Secretly relieved, he reached out and wiped his forehead, only to find that it was covered with sweat.

He now has a bright future, he secretly controls a huge fortune, and he has a lovely sister, and he doesn't want to die. Fortunately, what he feared did not happen, and everything was just a dream.

Thinking about what had just happened in his dream, he felt a burst of regret for this trip to the micro-service. This kind of behavior is not a good experience, putting oneself directly in relative danger is not the rational behavior of a mature politician.

In a little remorse, he finally fell back asleep, but when the village chirped for the first time, he woke up again. Then he tried to sleep again, but he couldn't sleep all the time.

He got up early that day, and after a simple breakfast, he led everyone to ride the carriage towards Taixing City.