After more than half a month on the road, Ran Jia and the others arrived in Nan'an, the water towns in the south of the Yangtze River are full of beauty, with white walls and blue tiles surrounding the clear and winding canals, and the rain is hazy and lingering.

Even the endless mountains are less steep than those in the north, the carriage is bumpy on the muddy mountain road wet by the drizzle, Ran Jia clutches the edge of the table, looks at the scenery on one side through the window, and is depressed that he doesn't know how to face the familiar and downtrodden group of people.

Leaving the town, they marched hard for three hours before their vision was broadened, a large area of gratifying second crop of rice shook the green body with the drizzle, the terraced fields were scattered, and people working in their robes could be seen everywhere, it was hard to imagine that such a beautiful person could not help but stop and give birth to a place of retreat, and even raise the people of Diao.

Among the dart masters who came with them was the one who helped Ran Jia on the last visit, and he led them directly to a mud house at the foot of the mountain that had just been made of yellow mud and thatch, surrounded by a one-man high courtyard wall surrounded by wood of different thicknesses.

"The Yun family and the Song family's descendants are almost here," the man pointed to the mountain, and said, "Their field is on the other side of this mountain, a wasteland surrounded by mountains. ”

As he spoke, a few children playing in front of the door were surprised to see their carriage, three ox carts, and five horses, and a seven-year-old child shouted vigilantly from afar: "I wonder who the uncles are, and what they have come here for?" ”

Ran Jia was slightly excited in her heart, this was the eldest grandson of the Song Mansion Dafang, she remembered that he was only five years old when she left Kyoto, and the child had changed a lot, but she still heard his voice. She hurriedly walked out of the carriage, her steps were a little staggering, and she didn't care about the defense of men and women, grabbed the arm handed over by An Xuning, jumped down, gritted her teeth and replied with a trembling voice: "Young Master Sun, it's me, Ran Jia!" ”

The child was still holding the reddened mud in his hand, and there were two stains on his little face, he opened his eyes wide and watched Ran Jia come step by step, his little mouth was slightly deflated, and he ran up crying, not daring to approach, "Ran Jia, is it really you?" ”

In the Song Mansion, the most popular girl is none other than Ran Jia, no, it should be said that the girl who is named in front of each master is her, after all, her cooking skills have conquered everyone. It's just that the great change in Kyoto, the masters are all mud Bodhisattvas crossing the river and it is difficult to protect themselves, where can they take care of the people, plus the deaths and injuries of the people along the way, and the various lowly branches of the ancestral home, they no longer have the luxury of turning over to become a human being, just to be able to live in peace and harmony, as long as they stay in the green mountains and survive this difficult decade or even decades, their children and grandchildren will find an opportunity to rehabilitate the family! It will also punish the people who have fallen down the wall and pushed it by everyone.

They rested their minds, and every time they thought of the faithful servants who had been affected by the two families, they felt guilty, sad, and remorseful, and lived in a state of confusion.

The children are very sensible, not noisy or noisy, but quickly learned to do farm work, the big ones take the small ones, and do not let the adults worry about them.

The eldest grandson and young master will seem to have an outlet, seeing Ran Jia, who has been talked about by the seventh grandmother, as if she saw the grand occasion of the clan two years ago from her, and the little child was also aggrieved with tears in her eyes.

Ran Jia ignored the mud on his body, hugged the little person into his arms, and sighed: "It's me, it's me, I'm back!" ”

The villain calmed down for a while, turned his head to rush at a bunch of radish heads smaller than himself, wiped his tears with his sleeve and said with a smile: "She is the Seventh Grandma's Ran Jia, and she is the most delicious person in our family to cook before." ”

Although Ran Jia's master is only in his twenties, the Song Mansion is a large family with many heirs and a great difference in generation. So Ran Jia was also called Mama when she was only ten years old.

The little radish heads stood in a row, their tanned little faces looking at her with curiosity, and shouting in unison for Ran Jia.

The eldest grandson and young master stretched out his finger and pointed to a baby who was about the same as himself, "Uncle Nine, you go to the field and shout loudly, saying that Mama Ran Jia is here." ”

After speaking, he led Ran Jia to one of the small courtyards, "Mama, sit down, and the adults will come back later." ”

He also went to the kitchen to pour Ran Jia a cup of tea, which turned out to be the dragon well before the rain.

The children of the big family are precocious, even if the eldest grandson and young master left Beijing at the age of five, but some things are imprinted in the bones and will not be easily changed, he saw Ran Jia's doubts, and said with a smile: "It is a tea tree that the third grandfather found from the mountains, and he took care of it carefully, so that a good variety can be picked this year." Grandpa Tai said that we are guarding the mountains of gold and silver, but we don't dare to tell others about the good. ”

The south is indeed suitable for planting tea trees, and such a clear and mellow good tea is rare in the court, after all, it is carefully served by itself, and it has not been transported over long distances, and it has not been poured and damaged by some people who do not know tea.

The masters know a lot, and if they want to make money, it is a matter of minutes, but they are much better than her, but the political enemies have been staring at them, and they have no breathing space at all, and can only engage in hard farming and coolies.

Ran Jia's eyes were wet with the rising tea, she took a sip of tea, and asked in an unsteady voice: "The Yun family and the Song family, who else are they?" ”

The Yun family and the Song family are great families in Kyoto for many generations, and this time they were involved in the capital incident, and the matter was very big, and they had long been out of the control of the little emperor who had just ascended the throne and had not yet gained a firm foothold, and the bloody baptism was something that some people couldn't wait to carry out.

In order to protect their wives and children at home, they knew that it was difficult for them to avoid this crisis, so they could only grit their teeth and admit it, and seek the vitality of their parents, wives and children by dying.

The Yun family and the Song family did escape the punishment of the Nine Clans, but some outstanding heirs have been lost one after another in the past two years, and the prosperity of the Yun family and the Song family has completely become history, and it has become a pain that everyone can't mention.

Listening to the little guy's little face and fold his hands gloomily, Ran Jia was distressed, the relationship between the Song Mansion and the Yun Mansion is good, the relationship between the masters in the mansion is good, and the four generations in the same house have not thought about separating the family. The five old men, the eldest old man died of illness in middle age, the second old man and the fourth old man worshiped the first minister of civil and military affairs, and they had already hit the pillar and died, and the fifth old man was frightened and seriously ill before he left Beijing, and he was not well healed for a few days, and only one third old man gritted his teeth and led a group of people back.

The heirs of a few old men are not vigorous, and the total number of concubines is only twelve, and there are many concubines, but how many people who have been educated by concubines can be broad-minded and can achieve great things? Seeing that the general trend of the family was gone, most of them did not want to be dragged down and left with their wives and children.

Ran Jia's master is the eldest son of the fifth master, and he is also the good man who is willing to die in those guardians!

There are more than 30 concubines of 12 sons-in-law in this generation, but five of the sons-in-law died protecting the clan, and one of the remaining seven died of illness on the way, one died in a fight with the side and fell on the sickle at the base of the wall and lost blood, one was depressed and fell ill and did not survive, and one followed to hunt and protect the children and grandchildren and became the meal of the beast. And the concubine only left four affectionate ones.

Because the young masters are not very old, and the adults have worked hard to protect them, most of them have been saved, and this is especially true of the young masters Sun.

Yunfu is not much better, the strong men are withering, and they have to raise a group of women, children and children.

The men are like this, and the fate of the women is even more miserable, some are martyred, some are sick, some are crazy, and some are crookedly unable to do heavy work.

Ran Jia pursed her lips when she heard this, and when the eldest grandson and young master counted it, there was a sound of hurried footsteps outside the door, and a large group of people surrounded her.

Ran Jia also ran out of the house excitedly, experienced life and death, struggling on the edge of life, and the friendship between master and servant had long turned into family affection. The familiar and vicissitudes of life made the tears she had been holding back unable to control anymore and fell down in a loud voice.

"Master!" Looking at her own lady who was so thin and out of shape, as well as the tall and short tearful children, she felt sad and felt like the original owner had controlled her body, threw herself at the feet of Mrs. Song Qi, and shouted with a whimper.

Mrs. Song Qi hurriedly knelt on the ground and hugged her tightly into her arms, "Ran Jia, Ran Jia, you are still alive, it's so good, it's so good!" ”

"Lao Qi's family, Ran Jia came all the way, are you two catching up on the ground in the courtyard?" An old lady with gray hair but extremely energetic smiled.

"Mrs. Five," Ran Jia raised her head with a smile from her tears and shouted, shouting again at the circle of men, women, and children who knew each other.

"Okay, well, in the future, you will also follow the shouting of the old seven families, we don't have the name of Mrs. Master and Young Master, we are all a group of mud legs, not so hypocritical," the old lady waved her hand, in two years, everyone has seen a lot, and the days still have to live, although they are unwilling, they also miss the deceased, and they have to cheer up and set a good example for their children and grandchildren.

Their lives were bought by men in exchange for their lives, so they had to protect the Yun family and the Song family, hold up a piece of heaven and earth for the children, and let them glorify their ancestors again. You don't need to be a monstrous magnate, but you must not be trapped by the mountains, manipulated by traitors and evil at will, and let the villain trample on it arbitrarily.

Ran Jia nodded, stood up with Mrs. Song Qi, looked at the dirt on their respective skirts, smiled embarrassedly, and went back to the house to change their clothes and wash them briefly.

It was already lunchtime, Ran Jia rolled up her sleeves and had to cook a delicious meal for them, and several ladies and young ladies crowded into the small kitchen to pick vegetables and wash vegetables to talk about the past.

Ran Jia also talked about her own affairs, and everyone sighed at each other, sighing that creation made people, and inevitably wiped a tear again.

Their fields are separated by a mountain, and it turns out that not only is it overgrown with weeds and rocks, but the land is also so alkalized that it is impossible to grow delicate crops. It was they who used the most stupid method to dig deep little by little to change the soil, asked many farmers, and buried them with fermented rice water, vinegar, rotten fruits, watermelon peels, sour dates, etc., to improve the deep soil.

Degree of literature