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Zhang Zhun sat up and turned his head to look at the position at the door.

The black curtain was lifted, and a young girl entered, holding a bamboo basket in her hand.

She was about fifteen or sixteen years old, with a slender figure, a fair complexion, beautiful eyes like autumn water, delicate and white like clotted fat, gentle and graceful, toned and active. She was dressed in a very ordinary Kudzu floral dress, and a few patches were clearly visible. The simple clothes can't hide her beautiful face, slender figure, exuding the unique youthful charm of a young girl. She stepped in with a natural expression, as if she had returned to her own home.

Zhang Zhun hurriedly searched his mind, but found that he felt very familiar with her in his memory, and he liked to be with her very much, but he couldn't remember who she was and what her name was. It's a strange thing. The original two stunned people, it seems that there is indeed something wrong with their sanity.

"Are you...... Little girl? Zhang Zhun said tentatively.

I heard the mouse say just now that the wound on his head was handled by the "little girl". When the young girl came in, he had already seen that there were some common herbs in the other party's bamboo basket, which should be related to his wounds.

When the young girl heard him say this, her dark round eyes turned slightly, her eyes lit up slightly, and she seemed a little more agile in her simplicity, as if she was a little strange, but she didn't say anything, just nodded lightly, and then said, "I'll take a look at your wound first, and then decoction medicine for you to drink." ”

With that, he walked over and stretched out his hand to probe Zhang Zhun's head.

A girl's fragrance is blowing on the face and refreshing. It is an original fragrance without any cosmetic taste, fresh, natural, light and serene. Clear water out of hibiscus, natural carving. The young girl's voice was not particularly crisp, but it was also correct and round, and it sounded very comfortable.

Since entering the detention center, Zhang Zhun has not had close contact with women for three years. As the saying goes, after three years in the army, the sow is a sable cicada, let alone being detained in the detention center for three years? To put it mildly, as long as it is a mother, you can see a flower. Fortunately, his concentration is okay and he won't lose his temper.

"Are you the sister of the mouse?" Zhang Zhun asked tentatively again.

"yes!" The young girl replied casually.

"That'...... What is your name? I'm sorry, I ...... Forgot your name. Zhang Zhun asked embarrassedly. It's a bit disrespectful to forget someone else's name, but there's no way, he really doesn't remember.

"Forget? You never remembered my name. The young girl said indifferently, her fingers running over the wound on the top of his head. However, Zhang Zhun still felt a trace of warmth from her words.

"I'm sorry." Zhang Zhun said sincerely.

"My father calls me Xiaohan, my mother calls me Hanhan, my brother calls me Xiaoya, you can call me whatever you want." The young girl said indifferently.

"And what's your name?" Zhang Zhun didn't realize that in ancient times, it was actually very impolite to ask a girl's name so directly. He just felt that he and the other party should be very familiar, and he must know the other party's name, just like asking for a phone number in the future.

"Yang Yinghan! You don't remember it! The young girl was obviously familiar with him, and casually said her name.

"Yang Yinghan, I remember." Zhang Zhun said slowly.

Nice name.

The lotus flower that is not in full bloom is also.

The sky is infinitely green, and the lotus is different red.

The young girl was silent.

She lifted the gauze from Zhang Zhun's wound, cleaned the herbs inside, and reapplied some new herbs. Zhang Zhun felt every movement of her. She is not a professional doctor, nor does she have professional tools, and it is impossible to be very formal. In an ordinary woman, her actions are already very good.

Suddenly, she asked, "Do you remember my name?" ”

Zhang Zhun replied reflexively: "Yang Yinghan! Your father calls you Xiaohan, your mother calls you Hanhan, and your brother calls you Xiaoya. But I don't remember what I used to call you, so I had to call you Xiaoya with your brother, you shouldn't mind, right? ”

Yang Yinghan's movements paused obviously, put his fingers on his wound, and said as if he didn't believe it: "Do you really remember?" ”

Zhang Zhun said: "I still remember that your father's name is Yang Kaide, and your mother's name is Huang's. But your brother, I only remember his nickname as a mouse, and I don't remember the name. I forgot to ask when he was here just now. ”

Yang Yinghan was silent for a moment, not knowing what he was thinking, his fingers that stayed on the wound did not move, and he said after a while: "He is my second brother, his name is Yang Dahao." My eldest brother's name is Yang Ruifeng. I also have a younger brother and sister, named Yang Kangsheng and Yang Lingxue respectively. Have you memorized them all? ”

Zhang Zhun nodded and said, "I remember." ”

Yang Yinghan didn't speak again, his fingers moved, and he continued to help him treat his wounds.

After a while, the wound was treated. Yang Yinghan bent down to lift the bamboo basket and turned to leave. When she walked to the door, she suddenly stopped, didn't look back, but asked, "Yulin, what did I tell you just now?" ”

Zhang Zhun said casually: "You said, the mouse is your second brother, and his name is Yang Dahao." Your eldest brother's name is Yang Ruifeng. Your brother's name is Yang Kangsheng, and your sister's name is Yang Lingxue. ”

Before the words fell, Yang Yinghan's body suddenly shook, as if he was twitching, and then raised his hand, as if he was wiping the corners of his eyes, and then lowered his head, lifted the curtain, and disappeared quickly.

"Strange."

"Even if I regain my memory, you don't need to be so excited, do you?"

Zhang Zhun said to himself.

He decided to get off the kang and go outside.

Lift the dark curtain and go out. Outside, there was a chaotic clearing, with weeds, garbage, and dirty children playing. Around the clearing, there are dozens of thatched huts, all of which are dilapidated on the outside. In order to make up for the loopholes in the walls, everything that can be used is used, such as mud, straw hats, hats, banana leaves, and cobwebs......

Some of the thatched roofs are still pressed with large and small stones, and I don't know what they are used for, and I don't worry about the stones falling in the middle of the night and hitting the door of my head. Some thatched huts still have dense cucumber vines on them, but there is no shadow of cucumbers, maybe the season is wrong. I don't know whose house has a lot of dried gourds hanging under the eaves.

The stinky ditch in front of the thatched house was black as if ink had been poured on it. Because of the cold weather, the water seems to be frozen. I can vaguely see the flies that have been frozen to death, and I don't know how long they have been frozen to death inside, I'm afraid it will be at least a few months, right? The buzzing of the gadfly was particularly harsh, but it was impossible to see where the cow was. I don't know what smell is in the air, and the whole person seems to be in the chaotic shantytown of the future. Well, to be precise, the shanty towns in later generations will be much better than here.

"Second stunned, my house is here."

Suddenly, the familiar voice rang out again.

You don't need to look at it to know that it's a mouse, well, his big name is Yang Dahao.

The mouse came over and said familiarly: "Xiaoya is giving you a decoction of medicine, do you want to come and sit down for a while?" ”

Zhang Zhun shook his head and stepped forward.

He observes the terrain around him.

This is a soldier's habit, when he comes to an unfamiliar environment, the first thing to be familiar with is the surrounding terrain. Only by understanding all the surrounding terrain can we make the right response in case of an emergency. The end of the Ming Dynasty was a real troubled time, human life was like a mustard, and Chongzhen was even more so, even more so after seven years, he didn't want to die in the hands of others again.

If he died, he would not be able to change the course of history, even the smallest one. If the course of history cannot be changed, his father, his wife, his daughter, will not escape the tragic fate! He must live, and only by living, can he play a role!

With the lessons of his previous life, Zhang Zhun now does not believe in any justice and justice.

He believed only two sentences:

The first sentence is: destiny must be in one's own hands.

The second sentence is: In troubled times, life is like grass mustard, and if there is a knife, it is the king of grass.

"Erleng, where are you going?" The mouse hurried after him.

"I'll just walk around. By the way, I basically don't have an impression of this place, so you can introduce it to me. Zhang Zhun said.

"What's there to introduce in the rotten place." The mouse's face was full of reluctance.

"Anyway, this is also our hometown!" Zhang Zhun said quietly.

The rat had no choice but to babble on and on.

According to Zhu Yuanzhang's original regulations, there should be 1,120 military households in each thousand households, and 5,600 military households in each guard, which is the standard establishment. In addition to military households, there are also officers at all levels, such as small flags, general flags, town refu, 100 households, 1000 households, commanders, commanders, and commanders. The participation of the guard is an important part of the Ming army, but it has been completely abandoned until now. Due to various reasons, military households have been fleeing, and now there are less than 450 military households registered in Fushan.

During the Ming Dynasty, there were few households in Laizhou and Dengzhou in Shandong, and the people living here were basically military households. During the Jiajing period, the Japanese invaded all parts of the coastal areas of Shandong, and a large number of households moved inward, and the number left was even smaller. In the fourth year of Chongzhen, Kong Youde and others occupied Dengzhou Mansion to make a rebellion, cannibalism, and really killed a lot of people, resulting in a great reduction in the number of military households. The current Laizhou Mansion and Dengzhou Mansion can be described as truly vast and sparsely populated, and all that can be heard in the middle of the night is the howl of wild wolves.

The place where they lived, called Yangjiatun, was one of the twenty-five tuns under the jurisdiction of Fushan, and there were about 60 households, and the total population of all the people together was probably six or seven hundred. Due to its relatively remote location, the civil strife in various parts of Shandong rarely affected Fushansu. There is not a single decent building in Yangjiatun, all of them are thatched houses, and if you look at the past, it is a shantytown in later generations, and it is even worse than a shantytown.

The household registration system of the Ming Dynasty is too perverted, the military household is hereditary, Lao Tzu died and his son was on top, one person was a military household, the whole family was a military household, even the daughter-in-law who had married. Military households could not easily leave their nationality, and with the passage of time, the number of households did not increase at all, but the actual population increased considerably. The combined population of the entire Fushan Institute may be in the thousands.

However, most of the population is not recorded in the Yellow Book (equivalent to the Ming Dynasty's household register, with a yellow cover, commonly known as the Yellow Book). In other words, these people are all black households. The state "does not know" about the existence of these people, whether they live or die. The reason for this is naturally that the officers at all levels of the guard station have made a ghost. Filling private pockets and eating empty salaries, there is no dynasty or generation that is more powerful than the Ming Dynasty.

"Yulin, the medicine is decoctioned, come over and drink it quickly!"

The two turned back to the open space in the middle of Yangjiatun, and Yang Yinghan's voice just came in a curling voice.

It's gentle, it's beautiful, it's feeling.;