It's getting late, and the lights are on. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 infoAlthough Bianliang in the Song Dynasty was not as prosperous as the big cities in later generations, the market was also full of traffic and bustling crowds. The prosperity will eventually come to an end.

When night comes, people's emotions are most likely to be depressed. Walking slowly on the street, looking at this strange world, the loss and desolation in my heart became more and more intense. Thousands of homes are brightly lit, but countless highlights are not the light of hometown. Mother's nagging, father's care, brother's smile...... All the familiar images stayed in the nearest place in his heart, but he couldn't grasp them. I want to stay in those days, cherish every minute and every second, and live quietly like that.

It's a pity that I can't go back.

You may not be able to go back to that era in this life. He looked up at the starry sky and glanced at the millennium.

My heart became more and more troubled, and a cool breeze blew, and my head began to ache.

The shouts of the vendors, the noise of children, the laughter of girls, the sound of the piano in the green building, and the excited voices of the prostitutes are all in the ears. These voices continued to hit his eardrums, and his mind became more and more chaotic, he squatted on the ground with his head clutched, and the pictures flashed in front of him, and those things that he was familiar with and unfamiliar suddenly poured into his mind and mixed with the sounds.

It was as if time had traveled in his body for more than thirty years, and every brain cell was filled with what had happened. These memories are like a constant shuttle of electricity, surging with acceleration, hitting every inch of the body's skin, and the whole body seems to burn with pain.

"Ah......h

The pedestrians on the street were frightened, and they all hid far away, staring at the crazy teenager.

In a trance, he seemed to hear someone screaming: "Ghost upper body! Ghost upper body ......"

In a trance, a big man who looked like a butcher held a sharp knife in his hand and waved his hand to the guy next to him: "Hurry up and find the dog's blood and splash this guy!" ”。 Two of the patrolmen ran over, drove a way out of the crowd, and both drew their swords and slashed in this direction.

"Brother Wander! You're here! ”

An old voice came from the chaos, Fang Luo finally came to his senses, and an old man in front of him staggered away from the crowd and ran to him.

There are no frightened people, no hideous butchers, and no cannibalistic patrols.

A hallucination? He retched a few times with disgust in his chest.

"After looking for you for a few days, I finally found it, thank God, Brother Lao Mao is blessed by God!" The old man grabbed his arm, and was very excited, and his face was wrinkled and stretched out as if he were crying.

Only then did Fang Luo see the old man's appearance clearly, and his expression was as if he was his own son. Isn't this man crazy?

I wanted to shake off his hand, but I couldn't bear to see his appearance. The old man was pitiful, and his eyes were like those of his father when he looked at him. They're all old...... His nose was sore, he almost burst into tears, and his throat was choked. He shouted at the crowd of onlookers, "Who are the relatives of this old man?" Hurry up and take it home! ”

The old man let go of his hand and looked at him carefully for a long time, only to hear someone say: "Brother Yang, this brother must be obsessed, even you can't recognize it." ”

"Brother Wandering, aren't those splashes who have found your bad luck and cast witchcraft?" Yang Laohan's expression became anxious, thinking that the benefactor Lao Mao's eldest brother had been dead for a few years, and he entrusted his brother to take care of him, but now he is like this, how to explain it when he arrives at Jiuquan. For a while, two lines of turbid tears flowed.

Only then did Fang Luo understand that he regarded himself as a wandering brother, it seems that he was wearing this wandering brother's body, no wonder his whole body was miserable except for his face, poor family! looked up and down his body, the clothes were actually from the later generations, but they were already tattered, pinched the biceps and trigeminal muscles, and touched his face again, which was strange! The body is not the original one! Why are clothes ?? Is it a half-crossing? Crossing the half-remnants? God, split me back again, or do you want to do it again and go to a good man's house?

He finally calmed down. This may be a dream, and one day when you wake up, life will still be the way it was.

And now, as long as you work hard, you may be able to live a good life.

Fang Luo raised his head and said lightly, "Uncle Yang, I'm not crazy or stupid. ”

Yang Laohan was stunned, wiped the corners of his eyes, and his expression became excited again: "Brother Xuan, have you really eased up?" ”

Fang Qian couldn't cry or laugh, people in this era are really superstitious, oh, no, it seems that they have crossed over, how to explain it?

His silence, Yang Laohan thought that he was stunned again, so he was about to speak, but he heard Fang Xuan's voice: "Yes, Uncle Yang, I have eased up." I fell on the other side of the Wuzhang River, and I forgot a lot of things. ”

"It's good to come back, it's good to come back." Seeing that he was fine, Yang Laohan breathed a sigh of relief, "Brother Wander, and go home with me, this appearance is not good to recuperate." ”

Along the way, the old man Yang talked to Fang Luo about his family background.

Brother Liu'er's old father is called Fang Mao, a native of Kaifeng, who took Uncle Yang to run past the boat merchants when he was young, and sold Gu Li from Jingdong Lianglu through the Guangji River. In the years before the Song River Rebellion, Jingxi Road was already full of thieves, and business became more and more difficult. The two were ready to make the next big deal, and when they were done, they didn't want to change their careers, but they encountered water thieves on the road, the men were killed, the whole boat was hijacked, and only the two of them jumped into the water and escaped with their lives. Since then, the two families have gone bankrupt, and Fang Mao has also become seriously ill because of this, and he left for the west not long after.

"My eldest brother has the grace of my life. I was originally from Yuncheng, Jeju, and ten years ago I moved my family to Bianliang to join my relatives, and my relatives committed an accident, and their property was confiscated, and the family lived on the streets, and it was difficult to live, but fortunately my eldest brother Zhou Ji had a way to live...... "Uncle Yang wiped his tears as he spoke, and continued to speak intermittently.

Uncle Yang's real name is Yang An, his wife died of illness fifteen years ago, leaving a son and a daughter, the son is called Yang Qing, twenty-five years old, twice participated in the township examination did not rank, after the township examination last year, contracted a serious illness, has not yet recovered, lying in bed for half a year. Daughter Yang Nuan'er, fourteen years old, has not yet looked for a family, and only makes some female red stickers at home to supplement the family. Yang An has worked hard all these years, suffered from heartache, and couldn't do too heavy work, so he had to go to the streets and alleys to sell some things, and the family lived a tight life.

As he spoke, he walked to Yang An's house, a dilapidated courtyard, the only thing he had anything worth money. Yang An pushed open the door, and with a "squeak", the courtyard was pitch black, because the city was bright, but it was not impossible to see anything.

Yang An took the oil lamp out of nowhere, lit it, and led Fang Luo towards the main house.

At this time, the door of the main house opened, and a crisp voice came: "Daddy, you're back......" The voice was soft, and when he saw Fang Luo, he rushed over with joy: "Brother Luo!" ”

Fang Yao was stunned and looked at Yang An, Yang An just rubbed his hands and smiled.

Fang Luo understood, this is Nuan'er. The little girl's appearance is really good, and she is so cute to bounce.

"Brother Wandering...... I haven't heard from you for a few days, where have you been, I thought I would never see you again, Nuan'er is so worried......" The little girl said as her eyes turned red and began to sob.

"I ......" Fang Luo suddenly felt very warm, coming to this strange world, there are two people who miss themselves so much, although the owner of the body is not himself, but he still has mixed feelings.

The little girl wiped her eyes, took out something from her arms and handed it to Fang Yao: "Brother Luo must be hungry, here you go." ”

Two eggs, Fang Luo was just moved just now, and now he choked up. The thin Nuan'er, with slightly bulging cheekbones on her cheeks, looks malnourished at first glance. The little girl must be reluctant to eat and keep it for herself. Reached out and took the egg, which still carried the body temperature of the little girl.

Fang Luo stared at Nuan'er with pity, his heart was mixed, and the hand holding the egg trembled slightly: "Nuan'er...... One egg for each of us! With that, he grabbed Nuan'er's little hand and stuffed her with an egg.

It was left to Fang Yao, where would he be willing to eat, Nuan'er hurriedly retreated, she didn't have much strength in her hands, she couldn't break free, so she had to look at Yang An anxiously.

Yang An smiled and nodded, and Nuan'er agreed unhappily.

"Let's all go inside." Yang An squinted his eyes and greeted, "Brother Luo'er has suffered a lot these days, Nuan'er hurry up and make porridge, Brother Luo'er will rest for a while." ”

Nuan'er went to the stove house, and Yang An wandered into the house with Fang Fang.

There was a strong smell of Chinese medicine in the room, and a faint cough came from the left room, which should be Yang Qing over there.

The house was surrounded by walls, and Fang Luo looked around. In later generations, it is basically rare to see such a dilapidated home. There was no furniture other than a wooden table and a stool.

"Sit down, brother, and I'll come and see your wounds." Yang An stared at Fang Xuan's wound, his brows furrowed, "Fortunately, it didn't suppurate......" muttered as he walked outside, and came back with an earthen porcelain jar from time to time.

"This wound is deep and needs to be cleaned." Yang An opened the porcelain jar, and a smell of wine came out.

The anti-inflammatory drug for disinfection in this era is wine.

"Uncle Yang, I'll come by myself, you can rest first." Fang Luo is not used to being taken care of by others.

Yang An hesitated, thinking that Brother Luo had become more sensible than before, and he was quite relieved, so he handed him the porcelain jar. and pointed to the experience of cleaning up.

In this era, people are most afraid of tetanus when they are injured, and nine times out of ten they can't be saved. Yang An went to find a clean linen cloth and some herbs for him to apply and bandage.

At this time, Nuan'er cooked the porridge, walked in with a big bowl and staggered, walked a few steps and gently put it on the table, blew her hot red little hands, and said with a smile: "Brother Luo, eat quickly, Nuan'er won't rob you this time." ”

The playful appearance is really lovely, and Fang Luo's heart is full of warmth. It's just that a huge bowl of porridge makes him cry and laugh, is this treating me as a pig?

Pick up the wooden spoon and stir the hot porridge, which is dense rice porridge, and the fragrant smell enters his nose to arouse his appetite.

Nuan'er next to her couldn't help swallowing her saliva, and when she saw Fang Luo looking at herself, she flashed her eyes and hurriedly lowered her head, then turned around and ran away.

Fang Luo sighed deeply. Now it is not as good as before, coupled with the soaring prices, the price of all kinds of food is a heavy pressure on ordinary people, not to mention the poor Yang family. Nuan'er's emaciated appearance is proof of this. Yang An's daily income as a hawker is sad, and Nuan'er's female celebrity work is even less, plus Yang Qing who is sick, the family's chewing expenses are very heavy.

The history books say that the Song Dynasty was wealthy, and the people lived without worrying about food and clothing.

Xing, the people are bitter! Death, the people suffer!