When he woke up again, Yang Heng first slowly opened his eyes and looked left and right, and found that there was nothing around, just two earthen walls and a thatched roof.

"I'll get up." Well, well, I was able to sit up, it turned out to be a real dream, or it would have been so fast. Another one turned over and stood up, this feeling was not very good, very empty.

"Heng'er, you're awake, you're well, it's really good, haha It turned out that she was not dreaming, and the person who scared herself in the dream appeared in front of her, but now it seems that her face is not white, and it is a little dark, that is, her face is full of pimples, and what kind of clothes are she wearing, gray and white, it seems that the ancients on TV only wore it like this, what is this phenomenon.

Maybe when I looked at my mother's face before, because I just opened my eyes, everything I saw was white, but I should also thank my mother for this scare, otherwise Yang Heng didn't know when Lu Dao would lie down.

The mother patted Yang Heng east and west, just to see if Yang Heng was still uncomfortable, and Yang Heng was looking around, the low grass house, what was spread on the wooden bed, it looked like there was some grass stuffed in the cloth, and he was in a back room, from the perspective of the sunlight coming in, this should be in the east room.

"Mother, don't touch it, I'm fine, but now I don't have the strength to go for a walk, oh, what about Aya?" Ah, why is he so smooth, what is Aya, ah, by the way, that's what Dad meant, "That old thing, I haven't given him a good look in the past few days, he goes out every day except for eating, don't care about him, son, you're hungry, my mother will bring you food." "The old lady walked out of the house in a hurry, and not long after, she walked in with a black bowl, this, this is still a pottery bowl, what age is this, and what to eat, taste, well, there is millet, there is sorghum, there are these two things.

Let's ask, but it's not easy to open my mouth, I heard the old lady say that the father punished himself to burn his eyes badly, and fainted on the edge of the stove, who knows what kind of attitude the old man has towards himself, or don't ask, otherwise let the father throw himself into the furnace as a monster, although he hasn't figured out what kind of stove now.

Yang Heng walked out of the house, only to find that there are still front and back yards here, it seems that this is the so-called second courtyard, there are two houses in the back, obviously these two houses are much smaller than this one, it seems that the door is also broken, you can see from the crack in the door that there are some messy things inside, it seems that there are some stones, and some iron, and the other house is relatively better, at least the doors are complete, and they are locked.

Walking out of the main entrance, I found that there was another house in the east chamber, but this is a frame house, and the outer ring is some door panels, at this time Yang Heng understood what a stove was, this is not an iron stove, so he felt a faint pain in his mind, as if he remembered something, as if when the sour show came to complain, the father was melting those ores, which made Yang Heng stand on the edge of the stove, and the old lady didn't think that this stove could roast people, and even the soul was changed.

However, Yang Heng was very happy, fortunately he fell backwards, not forward, otherwise he would not be able to say if he had his own little life, thinking about it, Yang Heng couldn't help but touch his face with both hands, "Ah" Yang Heng exclaimed.

"Heng'er, what's wrong, is there something uncomfortable?" "No, no, mother, you can go with your business." "Well, if there is anything to call your mother, don't be like the last time you were roasted, you are a ten-year-old child, since you can't stand it, why don't you call your mother, mother's too, I didn't notice that you were so close to the stove, if your father's old thing stayed so close for a long time, he would not be able to stand it."

Yang Heng exclaimed, it turned out that his face was also a little pimple, and after hearing the old lady's words, he rolled up his sleeves and found that he was really a child, this little arm and calf, but how could this arm also have pimples, and then take a closer look, could this be burned by Mars, "My mother, no wonder she will be stunted, and I don't know how many sins I have suffered in this arm," I think about my mother's face, it is also this kind of pimple.

It seems that this is the consequence of striking iron, and from the time I can remember, I will carry a hammer, and the scene of striking iron all over my head, it seems that this body is still very strong, much stronger than my body in the previous life, but no matter how strong it is, it is not as good as my body, but can I go back, is it impossible to bake myself back again.

Thinking about his thoughts, Yang Heng walked out of the door, "Yang Xiaolangjun, the injury is healed, are you still going to steal to learn words?" "Brother hasn't come out to play for a long time." "Grandma is good, Ha Luha, the little nail is good." Yang Heng happily greeted the people around him, and in his memory, Yang Heng called out casually.

But then, when Yang Heng walked over, it was different, "This kid is so pitiful, he won't even have a home soon, in this world, it's still good to be rich." The women behind were talking in a whisper, and Yang Heng's mood became heavy at this time, but he still had to go around.

Looking at the scene outside, it is like a large village, and most of the houses are like their own thatched houses, with occasional roofs with hanging tiles, and they are all black gates. There are basically not many differences.

However, I found that there seems to be a larger population flow on this street, and there are many houses with shops like Yang Heng's house, or every family is there, just walk into one, "Yang Xiaolangjun is okay, look at it casually." "Entering the table of an account room, there is an old man standing behind him, what is his surname in memory, why can't he remember it, it seems that Yang Heng has never entered this store, and then take a closer look, this is a small restaurant.

Soon Yang Heng withdrew back, what is there to look at in the restaurant, jewelry store, people directly don't have a good face to show you, grocery stores, coffin shops, bad luck, don't look at it, but the stores on this street are not open but more than open, I don't know why, this memory is not so smart and can be explained by anything.

Yang Heng turned back again, what kind of era is this, it's really suffocating, and there are no good shops to go in and see, restaurants, big car shops, fat powder shops, needle thread brain shops, oil, salt, sauce and vinegar shops, basically all of them are included on this street. But there are not many goods in the store, and many people know Yang Heng's appearance, "Yang Xiaolangjun, okay, this is shopping," "Ah, the third uncle is good, grandma is good......" Yang Heng agreed casually, it seems that he is still a good person, but there are also many discussions behind it.

But where is that private school? Yang Heng scratched his head a little, it seems that this memory itself is not to think about.

"Stinky boy, don't die, if you don't die, come back to Lao Tzu quickly."