"You can't be a kid who has fled, right? Look at you like this, don't you look like you? The young mother stepped forward and looked Zhu Qiming up and down, her eyes and tone were very soft. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"I ・・・・・・" Zhu Qiming wanted to mention the sale of mink skins again, but when he met the woman's kind eyes, he immediately changed his words, "I was separated from my parents." ”

"Needless to say, it must have been the work of the Tartars, poor boy!" The woman took Zhu Qiming's sleeve and led in, "Come in." ”

Zhu Qiming wanted to call a woman, opened his mouth several times, and stopped talking a few times.

"My family's surname is Fang, you can call me Aunt Fang." After the woman finished speaking, she dusted off the dust and grass clippings on Zhu Qiming's body.

"Thank you, Aunt Fang!" Zhu Qiming bowed and saluted, and his posture was very elegant.

"Come on in." Aunt Fang's eyes lit up, and her face smiled even more, "It's really polite!" He put Zhu Qiming in his seat with a stool, and complained softly: "There are Tartar thieves in the north, the news has spread throughout the village this morning, and everyone is worried, alas, this year, I'm afraid that the comfortable days will come to an end!" Then he smiled at Zhu Qiming, turned around and walked to the back of the hall.

The three-year-old boy on the opposite side had a small amount of food, his belly was round, and he drank yellow rice porridge on his mouth. Occasionally glanced at Zhu Qiming, his eyes were faint, obviously his mind was all about eating.

The girl next to her should be seven years old, and she looked like Sven, smiling at Zhu Qiming, her eyes were very long. It's just that she didn't eat the bread, and she had a very dark dumpling in her hand, and she didn't know what kind of food it was.

The woman of the Ming Dynasty is really not easy, and she faithfully practices the moral norms of Cheng Zhu Lixue, not to mention, if she is born in an ordinary people's family, she has to know how to suffer herself since she was a child, so that the boys in the family can live as well as possible.

Aunt Fang brought a bowl of yellow rice porridge, handed Zhu Qiming three cakes, picked up the same dumplings as the girl and ate them in small bites, smiling at Zhu Qiming from time to time.

The farmer guards a few acres of land, as long as the wind and rain are smooth, the world is peaceful, and there is no worry about food and clothing at the end of the year. However, the income per mu of land is meager, and it cannot withstand the extreme desire for poverty and luxury, so it can only be thrifty and frugal. Therefore, this peasant dinner is very different from the meals of the royal palace in the past.

However, Zhu Qiming has been adrift for two years, and for him, the rich days in the palace have long become a distant memory, and now having a place to live is quite luxurious.

Picking up the worn-out bowl and taking a sip of yellow rice porridge, I really feel that it is very delicious and delicious, and the long-lost leisure experience quietly comes to mind.

Zhu Qiming picked up a piece of cake and handed it to the girl, the girl smiled and shook her head, but stared at the cake.

"I eat a small amount, my sister eats." Zhu Qiming said very sincerely.

The girl hesitated to take the cake, tore off most of it and handed it to the boy, but the boy was not polite, and took it and stuffed it into his mouth.

Zhu Qiming picked up another piece of cake and handed it to Aunt Fang, "Aunt Fang, I can't eat it, you can eat it." ”

Aunt Fang took it in her hand, glanced at the little boy who was eating seas, and when she looked at Zhu Qiming again, her eyes were a little moist. Pointing to the boy, he said, "His name is Xiaofoal, and he doesn't know much." Then he pointed to the girl and said, "Her name is Qing'er." Secretly put away the bread and continued: "If you are lucky enough to hear the news of your family, you will go back, if you will not get the news for a while, you will live in Aunt Fang's house with peace of mind, and only treat it as your own home." Your name is ・・・・・・"

Zhu Qiming hurriedly said: "Aunt Fang calls me Xiao Ming." ”

After dinner, the sky was already dark, and the farmer saved lamp oil, and generally did not burn the lamp at night, so when Aunt Fang finished cleaning up, the village was already dark.

Zhu Qiming was very sleepy, and went to bed in the room that Aunt Fang had arranged for him early, and in a daze, he saw a light shining in through the crack in the door・・・・・・

When I woke up the next day, it was already dawn, and Aunt Fang asked Zhu Qiming to change into cotton clothes and cotton pants, covered with a coarse cloth gown, dressed like a northern peasant child, but slightly more decent than ordinary people.

After Zhu Qiming washed up briefly, Aunt Fang had already gone out, and he had breakfast under Qing'er's beckoning and came to the backyard to practice boxing. Although it is still an introductory boxing technique, it is now vigorous and vigorous, so that Xiaoju can watch his hands and dance, and he will continue to compare and learn.

After more than half an hour, Zhu Qiming put away his hand, came to the hall, asked Qing'er about the family, and learned that this village is called Lujia Village, there are more than 20 families, Qing'er's father's surname is Lu, he went into the mountains to hunt last autumn and never returned, and his life and death are still unknown. Qing'er also has an uncle and an uncle, last year the uncle and uncle helped her family sow winter wheat, this year's summer harvest, autumn sowing, if Qing'er's father does not come back, it is necessary to ask the uncle and uncle to help.

Zhu Qiming received bits and pieces of people's livelihood information, and his thoughts suddenly returned to the place where the Forbidden City met with storms.

In this world, there are not only princes and nobles and the princes in the court, but also billions of trillions of creatures in the sky.

The dignified prince, if he had not been in trouble, would never have had the opportunity to have such close contact with the people at the bottom, such an encounter could become the wealth of his life, allowing him to see this complicated world more realistically; It may also become the burden of his life, the so-called grace of dripping water, when the spring reciprocates, when he needs to protect himself in the future, I am afraid that many feelings will be difficult to give up.

When Zhu Qiming came back to his senses, he suddenly caught a glimpse of three girls curled up next to the pyre in the front yard, about nine to twelve years old, and beside the haystack outside the courtyard, two and a half children were lying impressively.

"There is not much food left at home, so my mother persuaded them to go to other people's homes in the morning, but they didn't leave." Qing'er probably saw the doubts in Zhu Qiming's heart and whispered.

Zhu Qiming looked at the two half-sized children with rough skin and thick flesh, and he didn't have to worry about it for a while, but the three girls were pitiful, and it was sad to look at.

If it is in the palace, let alone five children, even if it is thousands of people, the father and mother will be kind, but the life of the aunt is not easy at the moment, and he, the prince, is just a refuge, except for the identity that he dare not declare.

Just out of sight and out of mind! Zhu Qiming entered the room and picked up the "Warring States Policy" that he carried with him, and let himself enter the book village quickly.

After reading "Qin Ce", Zhu Qiming raised his head leisurely, and saw Aunt Fang outside the door smiling at him, holding a bag of something in her hand.

"You read like a bookworm!"

Hearing such a comment for the second time, Zhu Qiming suddenly thought of the person in his heart who was actually his mother, not the imperial grandmother! I don't know if it was because he was sad because he missed his mother, or because of Aunt Fang's expression and warm words, his nose was sour, and tears were rolling in his eyes.

"Xiao Ming, come and take a handle and pour the millet into the jar."

Zhu Qiming hurriedly put down the book, controlled his sobbing, trotted to Aunt Fang's side, and worked with her to lift the bag of millet and pour it into a bulging vessel. From then on, he remembered that the vessel was called the jar, and the fine grains that entered the jar were called millet, but this millet seemed to be familiar, and it seemed to be called millet in the palace.

"You go study." When Aunt Fang said this, her expression seemed very excited, which reminded Zhu Qiming of the look on her mother when she saw her reading hard.

Aunt Fang went to the kitchen, but Zhu Qiming lost interest in reading and sat silently in the hall, his thoughts messy.

"My mother just went to my uncle's house to borrow grain." Qing'er sat down next to Zhu Qiming and said in a low voice.

"Lack of food at home?" Zhu Qiming was surprised.

Qing'er shook her head and immediately looked out the door, "It's not for them. ”

At this moment, the foal trotted over and shouted, "The rice is cooked!" Then he twisted his ass and sat down on the stool next to the dinner table.

Aunt Fang followed behind Xiaoju, walked straight to the courtyard, and said to the three girls, "Come into the house." ”

The three girls quickly got up and bowed, their blank faces a little angry. "Auntie!"

"Your parents are gone, from today onwards, call me mother."

"Mother!" The girls hugged Aunt Fang and cried profusely.

The two and a half sons cast envious glances, but they were only envious, and they still sat honestly by the haystack, not daring to move.