"Yo, there's a moat here, too." Wang Yan stepped forward to watch, and a wide stream surrounded the city, but it was unusually calm.

In his previous life, he was kicked down by Cai Xide, fell into the moat, and finally came to this world.

Wang Yan approached slowly, the river water was also clear, not turbid, he squatted down to wash his face, the appearance of the young man mixed with the dirty water flow can be seen.

Wang Yan is still the same Wang Yan, not handsome but full of heroism, but his face is still haggard and frosty at most.

"Hurry, hurry! I heard that the eldest lady of the Yan family sent porridge and steamed buns to the poor in the north of the city, the eldest lady of the Yan family is really a good person through the ages, let's hurry into the city! Otherwise, there will be nothing to eat! At this moment a man and a woman, also dressed in tatters, hurried into the city.

Wang Yan got up directly and shouted, "How can you do it without eating?" ”

Miss Yan? Cheng?

The Qinghuang on his back was originally heavy, but it was also a lot lighter because of the power, and his footsteps were brilliant to the wind, Wang Yan didn't know it, and followed the pair of men and women to the north of the city......

Or do you want to think of some way, a way to survive, to join the army? Or take refuge in a certain force? Wang Yan has also thought about walking alone in the world, but he can't do it yet, because he is hungry!

Miss Yan's meal, Wang Yan is ready to eat!

But it was said that Wang Yan followed the man and woman to the north of the city, and because they were not familiar with the place, they could only follow them closely.

After arriving here, it is already crowded, and the north of the city itself is a city exchange such as a vegetable market, which is now even more congested.

Wang Yan tiptoed to look, and the woman on the stage was the most eye-catching.

Bright eyes and bright teeth, a little red, beautiful and wise.

Wang Yan sighed, Yang Guifei of the Tang Dynasty led the plump beauty in her previous life, but now she is in a different place, and she is slightly uncomfortable when she sees the "thin" beauty that is different from the plump.

If as expected, this person on the stage should be Miss Yan.

Wang Yan looked around again and found that the refugees here were all people who were struggling and exhausted.

And everyone in the audience, including Wang Yan, was staring at the woman longingly, not so much staring at the woman, but staring at the bucket of white porridge behind her, crystal clear, which was the goal of the refugees.

The piles of steamed buns are equally tempting, and they are so eager to eat like young babies waiting to be fed.

Instead of running with the refugees, Wang Yan found a hawker in the distance to inquire about the situation.

I saw the hawker with swollen eyes and staring at the stage.

"Speaking of brothers, who is the woman on the stage?" Wang Yan approached and asked knowingly, just wanting to know more about Miss Yan's situation.

"What? You don't even know Miss Yan? ”

The peddler stared at Wang Yan like a fool, and his mouth was not closed.

"Hah...... That one...... Sorry bro, I ...... I came to Yan'an City from the south, and I really don't know much about the situation here. Can the brother solve the confusion for the younger brother? Wang Yan laughed.

Only then did the peddler put away his suspicions, and couldn't help but look at Wang Yan, although the man in front of him was ragged, but he was born with a burly figure, showing the appearance of a talent (on the importance of washing his face), and the stick wrapped in rotten cloth on his back, he did not look like a beggar.

So he cleared his throat and began to speak slowly.

It turned out that Yan Hua was the eldest daughter of the Yan family, often doing good deeds, and had organized the people of Nanyan to build embankments in the south, destroying the forbidden demon tide that attacked in July every year, and built a school to teach the homeless people to help thousands of people to self-help production, and praised the local goodness of Nanyan.

Broken and broken, the words are like gold, like a god's radiance, and the plaque reads: "Nanyan is a strict girl, and Central China is a good Bodhisattva." ”

Since then, the Yan family of Nanyan has become famous, and the name of Yan Hua has resounded throughout Nanyan, and everyone here knows and knows it.

"So Miss Yan's soup soup is true?" Wang Yan was thoughtful.

"Naturally, it's true, Miss Yan comes to the north of the city three times a week to provide food for beggars and homeless, she is really a good person in my Yan'an County!" The hawkers were full of pride and a little saliva flowed out of their laughter.

I have been in love with the eldest lady for so many years, and she will come to the soup kitchen every week, but the class distance, I can only sneak to look at her from a distance, maybe this life is enough......

The peddler thought that he would wipe the corners of his mouth so as not to be too embarrassed.

Wang Yan also did not maliciously ridicule the hawkers, after all, in his previous life, he was also a poor man at the beginning, and later failed in the imperial examination, and the troubled times gradually began to appear, so he took the initiative to join the army, and he also fell in love with the daughter of a family, but later because of the portal, he also fell out.

Wang Yan floated to his senses, and a long-lost figure emerged.

Yeon-hee ......

Her full name is Zhao Yanxi.

She is always different from those arrogant and unreasonable family girls, she is sensible, happy, and good at playing the scorched tail, and she is Cai Wenji in Wang Yan's heart.

At first, the two met on the Yuan Festival, and they were consensual. However, although Wang Yan is a general, he is still not liked by the head of the Zhao family, but the head of the Zhao family is in love with the Wei family in Kwantung, hoping that Zhao Yanxi will marry the fourth son of the Wei family, Yanxi naturally disagrees, especially that time despite her father's opposition, Wang Yan was almost martyred for Wang Yan, which made Wang Yan even more guilty, and was busy with the war everywhere and often passed letters, and did not dare to take the lead.

However, that Datang no longer exists......

Hate each other is not as good as the tide and hate, and the lovesickness begins to feel that the sea is not deep......

Can't go back...... I'm still losing you after all......

At this point, Wang Yan did not let the tears fall, but her eyes were red.

The peddler had the bitterness that he could not speak, and Wang Yan also had his own hidden inner pain, and the two of them were silent at the moment, and the silence was broken as the noise became louder and louder.

"Okay, thank you brother for solving your doubts, I will line up to receive porridge first, if there is a fate, there will be a period later." Wang Yan bowed his hand and thanked him, and began to line up to receive porridge with the flow of people.

The peddler waved his hand and smiled, and continued to peek at Yan Hua in the dark.

As the line became shorter and shorter, it was finally Wang Yan's turn to receive the porridge.

A maid held a wooden spoon and scooped a large spoon into the bowl, and another maid took two steamed buns.

"Great grace is not grateful." Wang Yan was different from other refugees, he thanked him first, then took his share, slowly left the crowd, and found a place where no one sat down.

Yan Hua's eyes flickered, and he didn't know what to think again.

Looking at the white porridge in the bowl, Wang Yan ate the steamed bun slowly, gobbling it up during the war, chewing it slowly in his spare time, this is some of the experience that the Tang military brigade gave him.

"Knock ......"

With the white porridge in the stomach, I am no longer hungry, at least I have a sense of satiety, and the body is replenished a little, and the negative pressure on my back gradually disappears.