The shadows are sufficient, the cicadas are chirping, the oil lamp in the room does not know when to go out, and one large and one small sleep side by side on the wooden bed.

The morning sun rises, and the roosters crow!

Ning Yan walked out of the room, breathed in the fresh air, the whole person was refreshed, and when he looked up, he saw the blue sky like a freshly dyed brocade, Ning Yan felt that it was not so bad to travel through such a primitive era.

Standing next to the well, he scooped up the water, washed up and walked to the stove room, lit a fire to boil water, cooked a porridge with vegetables and meat, steamed the roasted wheat, Ning Yan went back to the room and reached out to pick up the small bun lying on the bed: "Ning Youyu got up and ran." ”

"Run?"

"Well, it's good for the body." Pulling a small bun to change into newly bought clothes, taking advantage of the morning breeze, he ran on the mountain road.

There are still a lot of people in the fields in the early morning, the Huang family is the wife of the blacksmith in the village, walking on the road with a hoe, and seeing Ning Yan's eyes flashed with surprise, this stupid eldest sister of the Ning family doesn't like to go out the most on weekdays, not only came out today, but also wore new clothes with her little son, which is also an evil door:

"Big girl of the Ning family, got up so early?"

"Aunt Huang is early!" Ning Yan greeted and continued to run.

Ning Youyu also replied: "Grandma Huang is early." ”

Huang was even more surprised that a person who couldn't hold back a fart on weekdays would actually say hello.

Seeing that Ning Youyu was also wearing new clothes, the Huang family was finally relieved, and sighed in his heart that the stupid eldest sister of the Ning family had finally grown up.

The child's father is unknown, after all, it is the meat that fell from his body, and he will have to rely on the child to support the elderly in the future, how can he say that he doesn't care about it.

Running from behind Huang, he met many people one after another.

Say hello from time to time, Ning Yan is not afraid of this change being treated as a ghost, after all, in later generations, there are often some men who only fade away from naivety and become responsible when they are thirty years old, compared to those people, her change is not big, at most she is only regarded as a sudden maturity.

After running around the path down the hill, I returned home and found that the firewood under the pot had been extinguished.

Washing his hands, Ning Youyu, who was blushing with his little face, sat down at the wooden table, put the meat porridge in a bowl, and just took a sip, the footsteps of Tata Tata were heard in the courtyard.

Ning Yan put down the bowl in his hand, got up and opened the door, and what caught his eye was a young man, coarse cloth and green shirt, with a clear appearance, and some bookish smell on his body, the younger brother of the original owner of this person, the son who was pampered by the Xu family, Ning Qian.

"Sister."

"Come, have you eaten?" Ning Yan said, turned around and walked out of the house, took out a bowl from the stove room, and put a bowl of green vegetables and meat porridge to beckon Ning Qianqi to eat together.

In the memory of the original owner, this younger brother will give her a little kindness over there, and when there is nothing to eat, he will send her a few catties of coarse grain, and he will secretly send two taels of pork during the New Year's holidays.

If it weren't for this younger brother, the original owner would have starved to death a long time ago, and he wouldn't have survived for her to cross this time.

Ning Qianci naturally sat on the wooden pier, picked up the bowl on the table, saw the polished rice in the bowl, his eyes became extremely complicated, and he took a bite of meat porridge, and the smell of meat echoed in his mouth.

"The porridge cooked by the eldest sister tastes very good."

"Eat more!"

"Hmm." Ning Qian nodded, he came here to ask what happened at home yesterday, and when he came back from the county private school, the family was in a mess.

If he hadn't rushed home early, my mother would have been beaten to death by milk.

It's just that after coming here, the eldest sister finally woke up, as if nothing messy had happened, so she couldn't stop reproaching.

The eldest sister used to be a gentle and smiling girl.

It's just that... encountered something that most people don't want to meet, if my sister didn't listen to her mother and insisted on continuing to work in the field, she wouldn't have been hijacked by mountain bandits, and she would have been ruined.

Of course, Ning Qianci at this time will not know, it is not that the original owner does not go home, but that the work in the field cannot be completed and cannot go home, and the people of the old Ning family will always shirk their responsibilities.

Finding that Ning Youyu was wearing brand-new clothes, Ning Qian said: "Xiao Yu'er is a sensible child, you should have treated him like this a long time ago." ”

"......" Ning Yan didn't want to speak, to be honest, because she was not the original owner, she could not take those things to heart, otherwise she would be replaced by someone else, even if those free and easy girls in later generations gave birth to children after being forced, her heart would be more or less resigned.

Ning Yan didn't answer this question, and asked instead: "How are the preparations for the autumn exam, but I have dreamed that you can be promoted and obtained the official body." ”

"There is still some time, these things are predestined, and I can't rush it."

"Hmm!" Ning Yan was not familiar with Ning Qianci, so he talked about something casually for a while, and then walked out of the courtyard and began to tidy up the messy courtyard.

Ning Qianci sat down for a while, then walked to his house, and when he returned to the courtyard, what caught his ears was the voice of her sister-in-law Ning Wan'er.

The smile on his face faded, and he returned to his room, cleaned his hands and burned incense, sat down at his desk, took out the book with the footer rolled up, and studied it carefully.

*****

Ning Qian resigned and walked around the house, but it did not bring any change to Ning Yan's life.

After pulling out the weeds in the yard and walking back and forth with the stone stones, and the road surface has become smooth, stand up straight and look at the fence. Living at the foot of the mountain, but also use this kind of fence to enclose the city wall, you are not afraid of which year the feng shui is not good, the beast down the mountain, tsk, think about it, the original owner can still be safe and sound in a few years, and the luck is really good.

And she...... Luck has been bad, but it was better to prepare early, reached out and touched the scab on his forehead, and walked to Huang's house with a few coins of silver.

The Huang man is a blacksmith, and she is in desperate need of axes and wood knives now, and if she wants to get these things, she has to go to the Huang family's house, and the silver that has just been handed over will be like running water. Ning Yan's heart hurt.

It seems that we still have to think of some way to make money.

I followed my memory to find the courtyard of the Huang family, knocked on the door, and saw a man with a * upper body, with a dark complexion and dense sweat flowing on the muscles.

This person is Zhang Tiezhu, the son of Aunt Huang, who married a daughter-in-law the year before last, and was unlucky, he didn't carry the hurdle of production, leaving a little girl named Xiaocaoer and letting go.

"Aunt Huang is not here? I want two firewood knives......"

"I'm going to deliver to the county." Zhang Tiezhu's voice was a little sullen, he took a step back and invited people to his home, and led Ning Yan to a room containing ironware, which contained kitchen knives, scissors and other daily utensils.

Although the Zhang family is a blacksmith in ten miles and eight towns, there are not many things stored at home, in the final analysis, it is also the limitation of the times, iron is valuable, even if the blacksmith does not have too many iron tools in his home. Not to mention the quality, it can only make a living.

Ning Yan picked out the woodcutter and hoe that he urgently needed, paid the money, and suddenly asked, "Brother Tiezhu, can I go and see the stove where you are striking iron?" ”

"What are you doing with that? Hot baked. ”

"......" Ning Yan didn't speak, she couldn't say that she disliked these iron weapons, the quality of the firewood knives forged by the Zhang family and those cold weapons used in later generations was simply incomparable, whether it was in hardness or ductility, she couldn't be satisfied.

After thinking about it, she looked like a delicate girl and looked at Zhang Tiezhu.