This roar scared Yang Heng into a tremble, "Eh, no, this voice is not loud, why should I tremble?" Ah, it's broken. Yang Wei slapped his thigh and remembered, this is the instinct of this body.

Daddy was shouting at him, Yang Heng pulled his legs and walked back, why didn't he run, his legs were still trembling, and it was a little difficult to take a step forward, as if he was dreaming, someone was chasing him, and he couldn't run if he wanted to.

Fortunately, Yang Heng didn't go far, and it took about ten minutes to get home, "You old man, this son is my son, not your son, I tell you, in the future, the old lady will not need you to educate her son, if you move your son again, try it." Yang Heng held on to the door frame and panted, and listened to the old lady getting angry inside.

Why, it's hard for me to be an illegitimate child, then it's not going to be a good time, who knows what age Lu Dao is, anyway, it's ancient times, and illegitimate children are not easy to mix here.

"What your son, can you give birth without me, don't I just join your family, but my son still calls me grandpa, isn't it, I discipline him for his good, besides, how long can we live in this place, I didn't see Li Sanlang in the west of the city took a fancy to our place, and he has come many times, and Heng'er still bumped into them, isn't this self-inflicted." Daddy muttered, it seems that Daddy is also a person who is afraid of guilt; "Shhh, be quiet, you don't know that this is just an agreement between my father and you, and you don't have the idea of shouting outside, do you let the whole county know the way, you didn't find that there are people who don't let them know the way, as if they know something." And Yang Heng also breathed a sigh of relief, fortunately, although it is a rich income, there should be no problem with his identity, his father should be married by Ming Media, and it is even in the nature of a private agreement. "I'll be quiet, it's not you who made the noise first."

"You are embarrassed to say, you see that you have tormented our child all these years, let him start striking iron at the age of five, and now you are punishing our son for a sour talent, and what is there to worry about Li Sanlang, if you can't give him this shop, can we avoid treating the child like this?" The old lady is also a master, the high voice in front, and the low voice now with a crying voice, will not break the father's heart, it seems that the relationship between the couple is still good, but why is he bad for Yang Heng?

"Is it?" Yang Heng suddenly remembered in his mind, the old lady's surname is Yang, and her name is Yang Ying, as if in his memory that when the old lady was born, a small bird happened to fall in the yard, so she was named Ying, and her big name was Yang Yun. But it's not right, how come in memory, my father is also surnamed Yang, it seems that his name is Yang Da, it seems that there is an insider in it.

"Okay, okay, Ying'er, let's laugh, our son will let the two of us take care of it in the future." "What our son, is my son." "Okay, okay, yours isn't mine, or you have another incense to inherit me." "Stupid, I also want to have a child again, but our ancestors have always been in the same line, or the slave will recruit you a concubine again......"

Slowly, the voice in the room became quieter, and Yang Heng also knew what he was doing in the yard, he had gone to the street for a walk, why didn't he take a good look at his new home, what Li Sanlang to hell about, Yang Heng didn't put it in his heart directly, but it was this Li Sanlang who forced them to go away.

"Drink, this anvil is big enough, and why are there so many anvils," Yang Wei saw that there were as many as three anvils, but the largest one was set up there, and the other two smaller ones were thrown aside, that is, there were three stoves, but the sides of two of them were full of some sundries, it seems that this place was still very lively in the past, three stoves were opened at the same time, and several sledgehammers were beaten at the same time, how lively it should be.

"Stinky boy, you're back, I don't know if you're in trouble, and you're still running around." At some point, Daddy's voice suddenly exploded in his ears, "Ah, Aya." Yang Wei exclaimed, and then shouted, "What's so beautiful about this place, you're still fascinated, don't you like to strike iron, don't you like to go to the academy?" ”

"You old thing, what are you talking about, Heng'er, come, come to Weiniang, how is it, I feel much better now, my poor Heng'er, go, go to dinner with my mother, you old thing, hum." Yang Heng was pulled into the house by his mother in a daze, what is the situation?

"Mother, when will you eat?" Yang Heng said in wonder, "What's wrong," the old lady touched Yang Heng's head with her hand, "Now you don't have a fever, isn't your body still recovering, we all ate the second meal at this time, although you ate a bowl before, but this time you don't eat, can you wait until tomorrow's first meal, I remember that you have always been a pot-bellied man." ”

Oh, it's miserable, is it possible that in this era, two meals are eaten every day, Yang Heng patted his head, and the low table in front of him, I don't know if it is called a table, and whether it is called a stool in front of me, can it be so low that people sit.

Sure enough, it wasn't a person sitting, and Dad slipped in from outside, "Hehe, lady, can I eat?" As he spoke, he knelt down on the stool in front of him, it turned out that this was a kneeling meal, could it be that this was the era before the Tang Dynasty?

"Heng'er, don't you eat yet, you used to be the fastest eater?" The old lady glared at her father, and then gently scolded Yang Heng with a little pity, "Ah, okay." Yang Heng was startled, and immediately knelt down like his father, this is so unbearable, how can he sit and eat like this, so he can still eat enough.

It's a pity that when Yang Heng finished eating a bowl of rice, he didn't think so, this meal was just enough for the three of them to eat, "Heng'er, you just ate not long ago, I thought you didn't eat much, but only made enough for the three of us to eat." The old lady looked at Yang Heng slightly apologetically.

"Mother, I'm full, you see, my stomach is bulging." As he spoke, Yang Heng was ready to lift his clothes to reveal his belly, but what kind of clothes was this, he really couldn't lift it, so he had to pat his belly on the outside of his clothes to prove that he was really full, "You kid, when you're full, you're full, what are you doing with your belly, be careful that you just ate and your stomach is broken." The old lady scolded with a smile. It can be seen how much the old lady dotes on herself.

"Okay, boy, when you're full, you're full, you can leave, I have something to tell your mother." Daddy interjected.

"Just say it, I'm afraid my son will listen." The old lady gave her father a blank look.

"Then I'll just say it, it's not about Li Sanlang, I've been inquiring about this stinky boy going to the school to eavesdrop on Sour Xiucai's teaching, and that Li Sanlang wants our shop so arrogantly." Dad said in confusion.

"Did you inquire?" The old lady exclaimed. "Yes, it is said that because of the mob attack some time ago, many places in the city were burned, and even all the county government was burned, including some household registration information in the county, which has not been supplemented until now, and now we have become homeless, so Li Sanlang wants to handle us as much as possible, this shop is already his bag, alas!" Daddy sighed.

"Well, what should I do, my uncle doesn't know where to go, so there is no one to help us." The mother panicked.

"What should I do, it's a big deal, I'll take you two back to my hometown, and go back to open a few acres of land to plant." Dad said helplessly.

If you can't provoke it, you can hide, although it is more embarrassing, but it is also a way to save your life, to resist, Yang Heng does not have such a great ability temporarily, and now his biggest wish is to live in this era, and he will become a farmer in the countryside first, he doesn't believe that he can't even be a farmer as a traverser.