After walking for a while in the night with a few old peasants, a few barking dogs began to be heard faintly. In fact, Zhao Ziqing's eyesight was already very good, but it was only when he got very close that he couldn't help but see a few faint fires hidden in the night.

In Meng Shiyun's memory, what is presented in her life undoubtedly represents the highest level of material life in this era, but after Zhao Ziqing changed into this body, what she saw may not be the lowest limit of this social living situation, but the poverty presented from the lives of these villagers is far beyond her imagination.

At this time, several simple houses gradually emerged in the night, with a little stronger eyesight than ordinary people, Zhao Ziqing vaguely saw that these houses were basically made of some adobe bricks or stones, but the roofs were all covered with thatch.

The faint light emitted by the flame of the oil lamp, the size of a bean, shone through the small boxy window and the simple wood doorway, and somewhat illuminated some of the places outside the house. A few scrawny old dogs sniffed out a strange breath, barked non-stop, and after being snorted a few times by a few old farmers, they turned around and fled with their tails between their legs.

Zhao Ziqing didn't care about the dogs, her attention was on the houses of these villagers, these houses were actually similar to the houses she had seen in the mountains before, but the difference was that these houses were not connected together, and they were all separated from each other by a certain distance.

And although the people here are poor, they seem to be more concerned about their privacy, and every house has fenced their yards with bamboo or tree branches. A few old locust trees and old willows stand in a clearing at the entrance of the village, the sound of gurgling water comes from a small ditch, high and low in the night, on the edge of the ditch, the villagers use large stones to build a stone platform for washing clothes and the like, and there is also a stone staircase for people to enter and exit.

Zhao Ziqing suddenly thought, if this is in the daytime, standing in the distance and looking at this village, and then take a drawing board and a few brushes to outline the general shape of this village, and then add a few birds such as crows and young swallows to those old locust trees and old willows, it will undoubtedly be a poetic picture.

But then she also thought of this, the original ancient picturesque situation, it turned out to be this kind of real life, and suddenly she thought of the ancient poem "Quatrain" that I don't know how many years have been passed down, what thousands of mountains and birds fly away, and thousands of people disappear, I want to describe the scene of the heavy snow some time ago, but in that kind of weather, the fish man still took Xiao Dan to the river to fish, it was definitely not because of hobbies, but because of life.

It turns out that seeing is not necessarily believing, many things that look dazzling on the surface are the truest portrayal of cruel reality, but after some stealing tricks add oil and vinegar to cover up, it has become a poem and distance in people's mouths.

With such a feeling in his heart, Zhao Ziqing had followed a few old farmers to the village, and when they were about to separate, several old farmers discussed whose house they wanted this girl to go to, and one of the old farmers said: "Go to my house, let her sleep with Hui Niang at night, they are all young people, and there is always something to say." ”

Several old peasants had no objections, and they went back to their respective homes one after another.

So Zhao Ziqing and the old farmer came to a courtyard, the same kind of house with stone walls and thatched roofs, a fenced courtyard in front of the door, and a few fruit trees such as peach and bayberry were planted in the yard. There were a few people in the old farmer's family, just a daughter, a wife, and a few children.

Later, I learned from the old farmer that in fact, he had several sons and daughters, but the eldest daughters were already married, and the sons had separated after becoming a family, and now there was this daughter who had not been out of the cabinet, and these children were his grandchildren, and the children were very casual, sometimes eating at their own home, and sometimes eating at their grandparents' house.

The daughter next to the old farmer looks about eighteen or nineteen years old, according to the customs of this era, in fact, she has already reached the age of marriage, after seeing Zhao Ziqing, she was slightly surprised, and asked her father who this person was, when she learned that it was a passerby who was passing by, she didn't feel impatient, and smiled at Zhao Ziqing, which was a hello.

Zhao Ziqing saw that several children were dressed in tatters - in fact, the villagers she saw, all of them were dressed in shabby clothes - and they looked yellow and thin, and they were small, and they knew at a glance that they were stunted due to long-term malnutrition.

Zhao Ziqing thought about it, this is troublesome to others, and it seems that she should also take some greeting gifts, so she put her hand into her sleeve, the system started, and then grabbed a few handfuls of candy and distributed them to a few children.

The old farmer hurriedly scolded, but although the children didn't know what Zhao Ziqing took out, they were curious enough to look at the bright packaging, and they still scolded there. It's just that after they take the candy, they don't know how to eat it.

Zhao Ziqing had no choice but to teach them how to unpack and eat again.

For these children, if they can have a full meal, it is already like the Chinese New Year, and they have eaten this sweet tooth there. After tasting the taste, it was like tasting the taste of the world, and after a few efforts, he ate the gummies in his hands, and after finishing, he looked at Zhao Ziqing with blank eyes.

Zhao Ziqing didn't skimp on a few candies, but gummies are high-calorie foods, and he can't eat too much at a time, so he didn't pay attention to these children.

At this time, the old farmer's wife came out of the kitchen, and after seeing Zhao Ziqing, she also said hello with a smile on her face, and it seemed that she was also a hospitable person.

The mother and daughter prepared dinner, and the old farmer invited Zhao Ziqing to sit down to eat. The place to eat is on a small low table in this hall, and there seems to be no such high stool in this era, whether it is eating and drinking tea, reading and writing, they all sit on the floor.

Although Zhao Ziqing is a little unaccustomed to this, he can always do it once or twice once in a while.

Dinner is not rich, it can even be said to be very simple, the staple food is a cake made of kudzu, half of the mouth is dregs, the tough and delicate cheeks on both sides are sour, and the other is a paste made of I don't know what is boiled in, and some herbs and salt are added to it.

The old farmer had vaguely guessed from Zhao Ziqing's clothes and the things she had just taken out for those children, that her background should not be very bad, and her usual food was naturally better than her own, so she said to Zhao Ziqing with some humility: "A countryman like us can only eat these things, I hope the girl will not dislike it." ”

Zhao Ziqing hurriedly smiled and said no.

The old farmer then asked Zhao Ziqing some questions about Jiangyang City, and Zhao Ziqing coped with the past according to Meng Shiyun's memory, plus some of his own speculations, the old farmer did not doubt it at all, but just sighed and shook his head, feeling the way of troubled times, human life is like grass.

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I've written almost 80,000 words, do readers think that these later chapters are a little too watery? Actually, this is my first time writing a book, and some of the details are really a bit uncontrollable, plus the popularity is really a little weak, although there are a few collections, I don't know if it's pirated or real readers, anyway, I didn't see a ticket and a comment, so the motivation is a little lacking. But true readers can rest assured that no matter what the final result of this book is, I will definitely finish it, and try to write it as well as possible.

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