As the sun sets, the temperature still hasn't dropped much.

The cracked yellow mud road gurgled, and Zhao Cheng was pushing the small cart back to the city.

This crossing is a bit weird, just came the day before yesterday.

When I woke up, I was in the city of Chizhou in the Northern Song Dynasty, there was a small thatched hut, my parents died, and I didn't even have the memory of this body, I only knew that this body was also called Zhao Cheng.

At first, there was a chicken as a companion, and it looked like it would be able to lay eggs in two months, but it was stolen last night.

In fact, I vaguely heard some movement last night, but for the time being, I didn't have the vigilance of the ancients, and I didn't care much about being half-asleep and half-awake. When I got up this morning, I met a messenger with a knife coming into the house, and Zhao Cheng wanted to tell me about the chicken being stolen, but he was dragged away.

At that time, Zhao Cheng said: "This strong man, you have found the wrong person, right?" ”

"It's not wrong, it's you Zhao Cheng who is looking for it."

It is best to behave honestly if you are not familiar with the place, so you were arrested and taken to the river outside the city, and gathered in a line with about a thousand other mud legs, and listened to the words of the big man known as Liu Dutou: "Du Te hurry up and stand neatly, don't rub it in, the rainy season is coming, this dangerous section of the river embankment needs to be raised quickly, this is the order of the county." Whoever smashed Lao Tzu's office smashed his pot as well. ”

So I filled in the soil by the river hungry, and it was not released until now that the sun had set.

The road back to the city was not very difficult, but it was also very painful. For example, if your hands can get blisters, you have to push the public car back, and if your shoes are too torn, when you work in the afternoon, your feet are pierced by sharp stones in the soil, and I don't know if it will be infected, but I shed some blood anyway.

Now I finally figured out that this was not a dream, and no one came to remind me that "the kid is sitting tight, and he is about to wear it", so he came unprepared.

Passing by a clear stream thoughtfully, Zhao Cheng put down the cart and went over, took off the straw sandals mixed with blood and mud, and washed his feet first, but fortunately, the wound was not big.

In fact, it doesn't matter if you suffer a little, the main thing is that both the modern Zhao Cheng and the ancient Zhao Cheng are thin and weak, and they have no genes for heavy work at all. In his current state, the pain on his body must be much greater than that of other servitudes.

Persistence is to persevere, anyway, after two days of trying, it has been confirmed that I can't go back.

At this dusk, looking at the beautiful scenery of the distant mountains, he suddenly thought that the smell of blood would attract beasts with a keen sense of smell, Zhao Cheng also seemed to hear some movement in the grass, and immediately didn't even care about the broken straw sandals, and with a tragic mood, he jumped and ran away with the cart......

"The rice jar is empty, too."

When I got home, I wanted to cook something to eat, but there was no rice.

Actually, there weren't any of them yesterday, but when I came by, there were five potatoes around, so I roasted them and ate them. As a novice in history, Zhao Cheng only now remembered that potatoes seemed to be an artifact in ancient times.

In fact, after figuring it out, this is not a very fatal thing, and Zhao Cheng is embarrassed to face up to his stupidity, so he goes out with a cloth bag, and he has to find a way to make ends meet first.

I will also serve tomorrow, and if I continue like this, I will definitely starve to death on the construction site the day after tomorrow......

Walking barefoot, I met the students of the academy discussing the word fu and passing by together. In the Northern Song Dynasty, the literati were everything, and they would attract the women who walked with their heads bowed to look at these merry and talented people.

Looking down, there is a puppy licking Zhao Cheng's bare feet, this guy is a little cute, if it doesn't have a powerful owner in this ancient world where materials are scarce, it should easily become someone else's meal.

Let it lick and forget it.

The little earth dog yawned, looked up at Zhao Cheng, and turned to leave.

Next to it is the kind of pergola that appeared in the picture of the Qingming River, even if it is still very hot at dusk, there is a well-dressed scribe under the pergola, lifting the iced sour plum soup and drinking it in one gulp, twisting his beard and shaking his head, as if he is savoring the cry of knowing.

There is a small shop around the corner, and there are few groceries displayed along the street. There is a middle-aged man with a disabled leg and foot who is cleaning up.

The almost middle-aged man turned around and saw Zhao Cheng standing barefoot at the door. In my memory, this young man is good, he has loved to buy things here for many years, and he will come to help when he is busy.

"Is Ah Cheng better, I heard a few days ago that you are seriously ill, it is not easy to survive, find a way to send some money, continue to be on the construction site in the sun and rain will die." Middle-aged humane.

"I don't have any money."

Zhao Cheng shook his head and looked at him before turning around and leaving without asking for work.

"Ah Cheng and so on."

The middle-aged man pointed to the last basket on the ground: "I have inconvenient legs, help me put this basket in." ”

Strange, he did have leg inconvenience but he finished it, but only this last basket was left?

But it's just a trivial matter, Zhao Cheng nodded and helped him carry it in and put it away.

The middle-aged man said again: "Uncle Guo doesn't have anything here, let's give you a bowl of rice." So he took Zhao Cheng's pocket and got a bowl of rice and poured it in.

"Thank you...... Uncle Guo. ”

This is not of much use to the current difficulties, but Zhao Cheng is also relatively happy.

"Be careful, the world has been getting more and more chaotic lately."

Uncle Guo looked across the street and closed the door. Looking, there were two people who looked like gangsters and beggars staring at Zhao Cheng at the corner of the street. This kind of person has a special term in the Northern Song Dynasty called splashing skin.

In fact, they were targeted by them when they "first came" the day before yesterday, and it was these two people who passed by outside Zhao Cheng's courtyard, and the chickens were stolen at night.

Zhao Cheng hurriedly withdrew his gaze and tried not to look at them.

followed by a slap on the back of the head, covered his head and turned around, met Liu Dutou with two bad people, and was pointed at his nose again: "Continue to serve tomorrow, don't be late." ”

As a policeman, he has a very bad attitude, but Zhao Cheng is actually very happy to meet him now, and nodded, "I will arrive on time and not cause trouble to Liu Dutou." ”

Liu Du's face was relieved, and he turned around and left.

Zhao Cheng looked sideways again, and it seemed that because of talking to Liu Dutou, the two gangsters disappeared temporarily......

Uncle Guo didn't even get enough of the rice he gave.

Zhao Cheng searched in the house again and finally found a deed.

There is an idea: treat this as a white strip or a flower, and get some money to support it for a while.

This behavior was somewhat of a bunker in ancient times, but it was a very practical workaround for Zhao Cheng. Otherwise, you may die of exhaustion and starvation in three days......

The façade of the "Chan's Pawn Shop" at the corner of Coopers Street is not small, and when the twilight is shrouded, a lantern is hung at the door.

The shopkeeper Lao Chen Tou is a well-known half-black and half-white profiteer in Chizhou City, who does not smile on weekdays and has no expression for anything. Like a facial paralysis.

There was an abacus on the old wooden counter, and the abacus beads had been shiny for many years, and it was obvious that this old guy was a ruthless character who was quite good at calculations.

Zhao Cheng walked in barefoot and put a yellowed deed on the counter.

Old Chen Tou looked at Zhao Cheng indifferently for three seconds, then looked at the deed, and gestured three fingers, "Thirty runs." ”

Old Chen Tou knew Zhao Cheng. I have the impression that he is a down-to-earth guy, and his parents left an ancestral house that leaked from time to time, and Zhao Cheng spent a year slowly repairing it by himself. In the past few years, Zhao Cheng will take multiple short-term jobs at the same time to make a living, no matter what kind of work, as long as there is one, he will do it. After filling his stomach and having some savings, Zhao Cheng bought two chicks, raised one due to technical problems, and the remaining one was heard to have just been stolen.

These are all that Old Chen Tou knows about Zhao Cheng.

"The price seems to be ......," Zhao Chengcheng knew too little about these.

Old Chen didn't say a word, and continued to lift the book to read.

"Then thirty times." Zhao Cheng had to compromise.

Lao Chen's face was expressionless, he slapped an agreement on the table and handed over a pen.

This thing is called a pawn contract in the words of later generations, Zhao Cheng picked up the brush and hesitated before putting it down, pressing a fingerprint.

Old Chen Tou was still expressionless, and after receiving the deed and agreement, a big man with a big waist and a round waist like a thug threw out several large bags of copper coins.

One of the bags was smashed on his foot, and Zhao Cheng experienced the pain of being smashed by money for the first time.

I didn't expect that there would be so many thirty runs, and it would definitely not work with so much money. This old Chen Tou seemed to have some integrity, so Zhao Cheng said again: "It's inconvenient for me to carry, can I store it here and withdraw it slowly?" ”

Lao Chen took another agreement on the table and handed over the pen.

This is called a depositor contract in later words, but instead Zhao Cheng asked Zhao Cheng to give him a custody fee.

Zhao Cheng felt that this was a good thing, if he generously gave Zhao Cheng a lot of interest in this era, it should not be far from the principal being pitted.

He resolutely pressed his handprint again and left with a hundred copper coins that had been temporarily withdrawn......