A delicate face couldn't help but make Zhao Hong's throat dry. The golden step swayed down, and a thin pearl-like tassel gently covered the smooth forehead on the left. With a gentle breeze, the tassels sway in the wind, as if they are intoxicating wind chimes. Under the curved willow eyebrows, the long curved eyelashes are slightly upturned, and from time to time a pair of bright eyes are hidden deep behind them. Under the small nose that is as firm as a pink jade, the watery cherry lips are tightly tensed. The jet-black and silky hair cascaded down the jade neck like a waterfall, down to the waist.

The faint goose-yellow collar did not hide the girl's long pink neck. The colorful and colorful placket can't wrap up the graceful posture, like a purple butterfly stretching wide satin long coat, as if to spread its wings and fly high, full of fragrance, the moon on the tall building. The pink belt is pulled into a silk butterfly shape, as if it is inlaid with gold-rimmed scarf.

Behind this beautiful girl stood a maid in a pale green dress and trousers. The maid raised her eyebrows and looked at Zhao Hong and Wang Ming.

"Bold, you two disciples, dare to be rude to our young lady!" The maid in the rear right stepped forward, and the halberd pointed at the two of them.

Zhao Hong, who had come to his senses, swallowed a mouthful of spit and felt that something was wrong. Turned his head to look at Wang Ming on the side. The guy's trickling nosebleeds were already flowing all over the ground, and his big mouth could be filled with a fist. The halazi also hung down three feet long along the corners of his mouth, but it never broke, like an ice cube hanging on a house in winter. Resilience is so good! Zhao Hong, who was taken aback, estimated that there was a spinning wheel that could be used to weave cloth. Bing Lingzi was unaware of his embarrassment at this time.

Zhao Hong raised his left leg and kicked Bing Lingzi's buttocks. Bing Lingzi couldn't stand the force and fell and stumbled all of a sudden.

"Little brother, are you on fire today? Don't be embarrassed here, hurry up and go home and wash up. ”

"O, O... Knowing it, the consciously embarrassed Bing Lingzi reacted very quickly, hurriedly got up, picked up the plane and ran to the door of the granary and slipped away.

"Contemptible Zhao Hong, there is a newcomer in the village. I hope the little lady will forgive me for the shortcomings. "The handsome Zhao Hong learned the TV series "Romance of the Three Kingdoms" that he watched, and hurriedly arched his elbows, hugged his fists and apologized. Dare to ask the name of the little lady? With a voice that was neither humble nor arrogant, Zhao Hong raised his head and boldly looked at the goose-yellow little lady.

"How can you ask about my young lady's name?"

"Yun'er, don't be rude." The little goose-yellow lady waved her hand gently to stop the maid beside her.

"Miss, the maid knows that she is wrong." The maid hurriedly bowed her head.

Immediately, the goose-yellow hands crossed the backs of their hands and stretched to the right side of their waists, and their right knees were slightly bent, and they returned the salute to Zhao Hong.

"The little woman's surname is Qin Mingmi. The second miss of the Qin family is herself. The pleasant soft sound came into his ears, and Zhao Hong couldn't help but feel relaxed.

"It turned out to be Qin Xiaoniang, who was accidentally abrupt just now."

Qin Xiaoniang's cheeks were slightly red, and she was also a little embarrassed, and she turned to the corner of the skirt of her dress with a shy smile, and a pleasant smile appeared on the corner of her mouth. And the maid beside Qin Xiaoniang also saw a clue, and asked Zhao Hong to return to work quickly, calculate the total amount quickly, and write a few more bamboo slips.

"Damn, why follow a light bulb!" Zhao Hong, who was holding the bamboo slip, scolded secretly in his heart。。。。。。

After the sun set, Zhao Hong, who wrote bamboo slips for a day, returned to Wang Laohan's house, hastily ate dinner, sat listlessly on the earthen kang and was stunned, looking like he didn't think about tea and dinner, and his soul didn't keep his soul.

"I'm sick of lovesickness, Ming'er came back and told me, you must have taken a fancy to the second lady of the Qin family." Wang Laohan smiled.

"Your uncle is from here, and he has experienced everything. If it is a girl from an ordinary family in the village, it is possible to say a matchmaker, but the daughter of the pavilion chief's family, dare we climb high? I've seen enough. ”

"Uncle Wang, I didn't mean that." Zhao Hong felt that his face was slightly hot. "Besides, I don't even have a house now, and I'm still living in your house. It is estimated that no girl from any family will be willing, and even if she does, she can't marry her. The expression on Zhao Hong's face was also a little lost, it turned out that the Han Dynasty was the same as socialism with Chinese characteristics, and realistic girls accounted for the vast majority of them in finding a partner. That kind of pure and pure love is probably communism except for novels. It seems that if you don't have a house or a car, it's not easy to find a partner even in the Han Dynasty.

"Xiao Zhao, you're right. I'm going to have to help you build a house quickly. There are also many homesteads in the middle of the village. Xiao Zhao, you can build a house opposite my house, and our two families will still be neighbors in the future. Maybe your daughter will marry my grandson as a daughter-in-law in the future. Wang Laohan painted cakes and thought about beautiful things diligently, and had already begun to take advantage of Zhao Hong.

"Uncle Wang, you're really far away, I don't even have a house yet, so I can't afford to marry a wife, let alone my daughter." Zhao Hong gasped, swallowed and foamed to moisten his throat. After a long time, I finally spit out a sentence:

"My mother-in-law doesn't know where she is now."

After this period of observation, Zhao Hong found that the real estate in Baoji Village was still very depressed. Some families even grow crops on part of the vacant land. This is not like a city like "Beijing, Shanghai and Guangzhou" in later generations, where every inch of land is definitely not an exaggeration, and the price of a house cannot be bought with gold bricks covering the ground. The main problem of building houses in Baoji Village comes from the construction costs, labor and materials, while the cost of land is almost negligible.

"That's okay, for example, uncle, I and your aunt are baby kisses since childhood. In the future, our two families can also set a baby kiss. Wang Laohan said with some reluctance, in Wang Laohan's eyes, Zhao Hong has become a potential stock that will give birth to a daughter, when will he not wait for PE at this time? It's a pity that Wang Laohan was born in the wrong era, if it were Zhao Hong's previous life, it is estimated that he would definitely be a leader in the "venture capital" industry.

"It's not early, hurry up and go to sleep, we have to go to the field to weed tomorrow." In another room, the voice of Wang Laohan's mother-in-law, accompanied by the sound of a spinning wheel, came from afar.

It was late at night, but Zhao Hong was tossing and turning, finding that he had insomnia and tried not to think about anything, and a goose-yellow shadow still appeared in front of him from time to time。。。。。。

In the blink of an eye, a few days have passed, and Zhao Hong is still mainly serving as a scribe in the village as usual. When there was no such work as writing, Zhao Hong also helped Wang Laohan's family do some weeding and fertilizing farm work.

The field of Wang Laohan's family is located in the north of the small hills in the north, about forty acres of land, and the most lacking thing in this era is fertilizer, and the fertilizer water does not flow into the fields of outsiders. Every morning, the toilets are moved to the fields by families to apply fertilizer. Fertilizer often means food, and families often compete for it. The excrement of cows and horses running around the streets who do not know how to pay attention to hygiene is often the focus of contention. If you are in a Baoji village, you will often see children carrying dung baskets with wooden sticks to pick up strings of excrement scattered on the ground.

In the blink of an eye, it was May of the sixth year of Zhongping, and this era was timed according to the lunar calendar, which was usually more than a month later than the pure solar calendar in later generations, and if the leap month was different. The early summer sun is not as hot as the July fire. The breeze blew gently, and the winter wheat on the earth spat out long ears of wheat, and the stalks were bent over by the golden ripe wheat, and the golden yellow of the mountains was very lovely.

This year is still smooth, and every household in Baoji Village is very happy. Taking advantage of the good weather, every household began to harvest wheat. Although Wang Laohan's family is not short of manpower, it is naturally more and more merrier. Therefore, Zhao Hong also followed the wheat harvest with a sickle, and Zhao Hong, who had not done farm work before, was often tired to death.

It has been more than a month since he came to this era, and gradually Zhao Hong has been trained to adapt to this kind of life and be competent for high-intensity farm work. The hands that were initially worn out had already begun to form calluses. The clumsy Zhao Hong still can't keep up with the speed of the old Han's family, so he often follows them and eats ashes.

"Wait, I'm a little tired, I'm a little bit upright" Zhao Hong found that it took too long to bend over and cut wheat, so he held the sickle with the middle finger of his right hand, stretched out his four fingers to support the knee of his left leg, and his left hand kept beating the lumbar spine.

Seeing this scene, the boss of the Wang family, who was cutting wheat in front, couldn't help laughing, and pointed at Zhao Hong in the distance, "How much have you just cut?" It's like this. ”

"I haven't done it before!" Zhao Hong was in pain and said angrily.

"Ha~ha." Laughter drifted in from a hundred meters away with a gust of wind.

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On May 26, the wheat harvest of most of the families in the village had been completed. And Zhao Hong basically recovered. Zhao Hong thought about it day and night, and was tortured by the second lady of the Qin family all the time. Unrequited love is really uncomfortable! Zhao Hong couldn't help but sigh. How can you impress her?

Zhao Hong tilted his head and pondered with his brain. The hard work paid off, and a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and Zhao Hong remembered a common technique of chasing girls in movies in his previous life.

Zhao Hong, who had made up his mind, went to the Douhe River a few miles south of the village that afternoon. Stepping on the dense stones on the riverbank, Zhao Hongzai carefully rummaged through every pebble by the river.

After two hours of unremitting efforts, a half-foot-long empty turtle shell was discovered. The cracked lines, the arc-shaped shape, and the hollow holes, looking at this appearance, Zhao Hong estimated that it was probably the shell of an old turtle that was more than fifty years old. Zhao Hong excitedly hugged the turtle shell and jumped for a while, and then returned to the Baoji village.

Putting the turtle shell that he had finally found under the earthen kang, Zhao Hong ran to the stable in the stockade. Horses were the main means of transportation in this era, and stables existed in almost every region.

Zhao Hong pinched his nose and endured the pungent smell of the stable, and several pack horses were eating soybean meal fragrantly. With a snort from time to time, Zhao Hong tiptoed close to an old dark brown horse. Feel the back of the horsetail, grab the five-strand horsetail, and pull it back vigorously.

With the sound of a horse's roar resounding through the sky, I saw that a horse's hoof, which was originally stationary, suddenly lifted up and kicked backwards with lightning speed, and Zhao Hong, who couldn't dodge, was suddenly hit.

In the mocking eyes of the people of the whole village who rushed to hear the sound, Zhao Hong dragged a few wisps of ponytail and limped back to Wang Laohan's house, turning out the turtle shell and a few small wooden blocks that had been prepared for more long wooden strips. He took out the fruit knife from his backpack and began the deep processing of the raw materials.

Two hours passed, and it was cutting, sawing, and digging, and a rough Zhao Hong's version of the simple guitar succeeded. It's not so much a guitar as a singing the three strings of Peking Opera. A long strip of wood is inserted deep into the tortoise's shell, and the ponytail is tied to a small piece of wood embedded in the headstock, and the other end is tied to the tortoise's shell. Two small holes with abstract S-shaped ornamentation were carved into the shell. Zhao Hong began to slowly rotate the small wooden block with his hand, and his right hand gently plucked the ponytail, and the ponytail was pulled to make a clear and high sound, and the black shell placed diagonally on his leg also resonated, making Zhao Hong's leg feel a vibration.

Fifteen hundred years before the invention of the twelve equal laws, Zhao Hong, who had no stati, had to calibrate the relative pitch of several strings by feeling. After debugging for a long time, the guitar finally works.

In his previous life, he learned "Gong, Shang, Jiao, Zheng, Yu" when he was a child, and he hadn't forgotten it all, and Zhao Hong was secretly glad to be happy. Then Zhao Hong held the turtle shell ponytail guitar, stood in the open courtyard of Wang Laohan's house and sang a song "Glorious Years" that he came into contact with in his previous life, after all, Cantonese is closer to the accent of people in this era, and the sound is more ancient than the Heluo ancient dialect of the Sui and Tang dynasties, which was later called "Hokkien dialect". Zhao Hong liked Cantonese songs in his previous life, and the particularly passionate "Glorious Years" was remembered by Zhao Hong.

“。。。。。 Yawei Baya is more virtuous and lonely~~ Yawei Baya is more dangerous! Oh, oh~~" Zhao Hong has already phantasmaged himself as Huang Jiaju, and he is standing in the stadium where tens of thousands of people are watching, shaking his body unwillingly, swinging the piano head wildly, and singing with his boiling blood. Suddenly, Zhao Hong felt that he was pushed off the stage by the black hand behind him, and Zhao Hong almost couldn't breathe. Zhao Hong turned his head and saw that it was Wang Ming.

Wang Mingzheng looked at Zhao Hong nervously in a daze, and he didn't come to his senses for a long time, and popped out a few words, "Zhao Hong, my mother told you to go home for dinner." ”