The sound overhead dragged the ink marks back from the nightmare.

The place where she lived was like an anthill, with two layers stacked on top of each other, and a dozen rooms separated by thin wooden boards. As long as someone moves, the up, down, left and right immediately shake the mountains in a mess.

Yu Mochen is a poor child who has never lived in a serious house, and when he first moved in, he could be tossed and woken up five or six times a night, worrying that the house would collapse every day. The one living in the upper room was a watchman, and when they dragged their feet home, it happened that she should also get up.

A little girl of this age, she always has to think about it when she dreams. Yu Moji didn't have time to think about it, only rubbed his fingers, and then rubbed his left leg that was numb in his sleep, jumped out, tied the door, stepped on the frost on the ground and walked to the side of the anthill, wiped his face with cold well water, and tied his hair up indiscriminately with his wet hands.

Then she ran out neatly.

She's going out to work. Late arrivals will be deducted. She hasn't paid for next month's house yet, so she can't afford to deduct it.

It's not dawn yet, but the cake shop at the entrance of the alley has already opened. The white smoke coming out of the steamer can be seen from afar. Yu Moji paused and took a contented breath of the warm scent of the smoke. She couldn't afford a stove, but she always had to eat. She didn't sleep long, there were still many things to do, and if she didn't have enough physical strength, she was afraid that she wouldn't be able to get through.

Ah Peng stood on the counter and greeted her, "How many do you want today?" It's not good to be hungry. ”

Yu Moji grinned and put on a rather sweet smile, "Brother Peng's cake is enough, one is enough." ”

Ah Peng took a piece of oiled paper, wrapped the cake, and said, "I heard that you changed jobs?" ”

"Yes," Yu Moji put down two copper plates, "I've been working in the martial arts hall for a while now." ”

"Very good," Ah Peng's voice meant praise; His face was distorted in the hazy smoke, revealing a hint of sarcasm, "The school of the Qi people." ”

"Yes," Yu Moji just didn't see it, took the cake and ran, "I'm going to be late, Brother Peng will see you back!" ”

The 43 villages of the six villages of Aige are the places where Tusu people like Ah Peng have lived for generations. The Qi people came in, but it was only a few decades ago.

Lamentation is not actually a coveted place. The traffic here is inconvenient, and it is surrounded by several mountains; Second, they are poor and poor, barely self-sufficient, and do not have any decent crop output. It attracted the attention of outsiders because of the Chitose gold buried under the mountain.

In the eyes of the Tusu people, this magical liquid that can generate flames is the blood of the land, and I don't know how many years it has flowed in the depths of the earth. It wasn't until the Great Qi Empire outside the mountain came in that Tusu understood that although the thousand-year-old gold was precious, the feet of the Tusu people were not the only place of origin; And the true value of this divine blood has been ignored by them for so many years.

Decades ago, the Great Qi Empire mastered the technology of processing millennial gold into a stable fuel, and designed a Yanji powered by it. Although these machines are expensive, they are far more efficient and functional than can be achieved by manpower.

At the same time as the rapid development of technology, the millennial gold mined in Daqi is gradually unable to support the growing demand. Therefore, the imperial army relied on its technological superiority to drive the heavy military armor to break through the barriers of the mountains with an irresistible force, and subdued the Tusu people who were still in the era of cold weapons.

Not only was the Chitose gold mining monopolized by the imperial government, but under the control of the Qi State, Aige even became one of the ends of the exile sentence. Since the Qi State opened up the road to Aige, in addition to the local subordinate officials, the border troops have come the most, and there is an endless stream of people. Those who committed serious crimes were thrown into the mines to do labor, and those who committed minor crimes gradually mixed with the Tusu people.

Many Tusu civilians who are too poor to marry local daughters-in-law will take this opportunity to pick up a woman from Qi who has migrated here and go home. Yu Moji is a "little mongrel" born from this kind of family, and neither side is waiting to be seen.

However, taking advantage of his life experience, Yu Moji can speak Tusu dialect, and Qi Ren's official dialect is also very good. It is precisely because of this that she can go to the lecture hall to work.

This is a place where the Qi people trained reserve forces for the army, and it was originally not open to the Tusu people. In recent years, in order to appease public opinion, Xuanwei Sicai occasionally selected talents from local Tusi, elders, and big families to "learn advanced military affairs" with the children of the Qi people, which was actually a means of controlling the Tusu aristocracy.

However, even Tusu students from prestigious families speak official to varying degrees. For convenience, the martial arts hall had to recruit a few subordinates from the local area. Ink marks are one of them.

Yu Moji is a miscellaneous person, and if you do one more thing, you will have more money. For Yu Mojian, making money is a big deal, so she does everything. She swept the latrine, repaired the roof, and moved the armor used for the speech.

Even a few days ago, when a group of so-called sergeants who "supported military education in remote areas" came to investigate, Yu Moji had to mix in with the too few female students to make up the numbers, dressed up as a gaudy hairy phoenix, and stood at the door to greet guests.

The "chores" she is responsible for change every day, and today's main task is to oil the parts.

The climate of Waige is humid, and it takes a lot of work to maintain these delicate things.

Yu Mojin knew that this matter was troublesome, and before the small cake was finished, he had already run to the martial arts hall. After neatly moving the vegetables to the kitchen, ordering the bills, and feeding the horses, she squatted outside the warehouse and began to deal with this time-consuming task.

She did two pairs of work, and she was so busy that her back hurt. The sun was already hanging high, and the parts piled up on the side waiting to be processed were still like small mountains, and there was no end in sight.

She choked on the smell of engine oil, so she stood up and stomped on her numb foot. At this time, she suddenly saw a oily-haired and powdery boy from a distance, dragging a reluctant follower, staggering this way.

Yu Moji was afraid that people would see that he was lazy, so he quickly squatted down, picked up the oil jar and continued to work.

But the two men went around and around, and they didn't come for a long time; The boy's voice was very loud, and he faked crying to the attendant next to him, and every word fell into Yu Moji's ears.

It turned out that the boy owed more than ten days of homework. If you don't give an explanation to the masters, I'm afraid that you won't even be able to keep your qualifications as a martial arts student.

"It's the same as doing hard labor here, if you don't read it, you won't read it, I don't care," the son's brother said in a loud voice, "But you also know that my father admires the face and character of our Qi people the most." If I really roll up and leave, I won't even be able to go home. ”

"No, Wei Linyuan," his attendant reassured, "your performance in the art of war is quite good. ”

"Of course the martial arts class is interesting," Wei Linyuan collapsed, "I'm afraid of these literary lessons, my God, what fuel ratio, the structure of the parts, and the endless structural diagrams, it's big to look at." ”

He suddenly lowered his voice a little and said to his follower, "Otherwise, you can write it for me." ”

The attendant hurriedly waved his hand, "Don't look at me, my own homework is overstretched, where can I have the time to make up for such a big project for you." You still ask someone. ”

When Wei Linyuan heard this, his voice fell, "I've asked all the way, and I can't count on it." ”

The attendant smiled bitterly, "You don't know, we guys, we can eat, drink, play ball, and fight, but we only do our homework...... Besides, you owe so much, who can afford it. ”

When Wei Linyuan turned to the front of the warehouse, his mouth was still chattering, and his attendant was pulled by him and talked all the way, and he was already annoyed. He turned his head to take a breath, and just happened to meet Yu Moji. Yu Moji hurriedly lowered his head and continued to work.

But he listened to the attendant, "Look at that chick." ”

Yu Moji felt a sigh in his heart, and continued to do things on his face, concentrating on oiling the parts.

Wei Linyuan glanced at her and said disapprehantly, "It's not good-looking." ”

“…… That's not what it means," said the attendant, "you don't remember her?" I only saw it in Xu Fuzi's class yesterday. ”

“…… I don't remember. Is it our classmate? Wei Linyuan walked over to this side and looked at her a few more times. Yu Moji had to adjust the angle slightly, trying not to let them see the roll of his eyes that he was about to roll out.

"It's a subordinate," the attendant was also very helpless, and said, "but a few masters will bring her in to help if they are fine, you won't be impressed at all, right?" ”

Dealing with these gentlemen is thankless, and Yu Mo's marks are very clear, I wish he was not impressed.

Wei Linyuan sighed and sighed, "There is a little girl who is always dangling in the lecture room." Is that her? ”

Yu Moji was silent and smiled bitterly. She always walks back and forth between the warehouse and the lecture room with her heavy armor on weekdays, and she is busy helping the masters make demonstrations in class, which is very hard. was described by Wei Linyuan's understated word "Huang", as if she was busy with nothing.

"I didn't even pay attention. She's a teaching assistant? Wei Linyuan took a few steps closer, held his chin, and began to carefully observe the ink marks as if he were watching a Yanji.

Yu Moji is as good as a stream, completely treating himself as a machine, and even the action of applying oil with his hands maintains a consistent frequency, and the rest is ignored.

"Sort of," the attendant looked at Yu Moji and said, "Otherwise, if you ask her, maybe, she can help you." ”

Wei Linyuan was skeptical, "Will she report me to her masters?" ”

"You're so loud, she's heard it a long time ago," the follower said, "You really mean it's a teaching assistant, a subordinate, give a little money, and you're willing to do anything." You just try it. This kid just wanted to get out quickly, so he left this sentence and ran away.

Wei Linyuan stood there and thought for a while, and quickly made a decision. He tidied up his clothes, stepped forward, and saluted very modestly, and greeted, "Hello, sister teaching assistant." ”

Yu Mojin thought it was a little funny.

Although she sometimes went to help in class, the students in the martial arts hall rarely looked at her; Now that this little young master is in trouble, he may not even be able to figure out her name, so he begins to call "Sister Teaching Assistant" indiscriminately. However, this little young master, it sounds like he may be able to "give a little money"? Yu Mochen thought about the unsettled rent in his heart, and decided to bow to the money.

Yu Mochen originally planned to follow the routine of these young ladies and young ladies of the child, first to greet each other with false affection and pretense of clouds and mountains and fog, and then talk about money after chatting beautifully. However, before she could speak, she was choked by Wei Linyuan's incense powder and sneezed loudly.

This sneeze forced Wei Linyuan back two steps. Yu Moji was very embarrassed, and the smoke bomb that had not yet brewed became disillusioned.

Yu Mojin wiped his face and said, "Let's talk about it." Do you make an offer? ”