A large area of blood in the open space in front of the tomb was covered by the ashes dug up by the craftsmen who built the tomb, and the smell of blood dissipated with the mountain wind.

The funeral is over.

The next day, the light brightened, and everyone in the Lone Bamboo Manor ushered in a new morning.

The previously forbidden gathering in the village was finally announced to be reopened.

It's just that unlike the previous loose ones, the assembly was designated in one location, one east and one west, and the two cities were opened at the same time.

A beautiful girl, just very thin, walked on the ridges of Qianmo, carrying a food box in her hand.

She will go to Higashi City to deliver food to her father.

His father maintained order in the newly opened East Market today to prevent chaos.

In the past, the work of delivering food in the fields was done by his younger brother Ah Chong, and the village was not peaceful before.

Due to the lack of control, there are wicked people entrenched in the Xishan camp for evil, as if they have become a tyrant in the village.

Rape and kidnapping, burning and killing often occur, almost no different from bandits outside.

But on the night when Yan Niangzi, the owner of the manor, came, those wicked people gathered in the Xishan camp to do adverse things, and they were suppressed effortlessly.

Since then, Zhuang Zhong has become much more peaceful and safer.

Rumors followed, which led to some unpleasant incidents.

Thinking of this, the girl's expression darkened, and the joy on her original face faded.

Suddenly, I saw a team of carriages and horses coming in front of me, and more than a dozen carriages were pulling various wooden objects.

The girl knew that it was a new agricultural tool called the Quyuan plow, which was said to be easily pulled by a person, and an iron plough and shovel.

Seeing the carriage coming, the girl immediately jumped into the field and got out of the way.

She recognized the clear-looking, peaceful, upright elder sitting on the frame of the first carriage.

That was Mr. Zhao, the new chief steward.

Her exaggerated behavior was not because she was afraid of the authority of Mr. Zhao's chief steward, but because of respect.

Since the spring ploughing, Mr. Zhao has been running between the ridges and slopes every day, guiding farming, coordinating the deployment of farm tools and cattle.

Occasionally, the sky will be dark and I will not go back to the main house, and I will not complain at all when I live on the simple and dilapidated farmhouse straw, and I will also guide the young children to write their names.

As long as there is a question, Mr. Zhao will answer patiently, whether it is the elderly or children.

The girl has never seen any scholars, she has grown up to such a big age, and she has never been out of the Lonely Bamboo Manor.

But she knows that she has never had a good master like Yan Niangzi, and she has never had a steward as worthy of respect as Mr. Zhao.

The girl got out of the way and stood in the field, the wet mud sticking to her black kudzu shoes.

She blinked her black and white eyes, bowed timidly, and secretly raised her eyes, but saw Mr. Zhao twisting his chin beard, and nodded at her: "Thank you, little lady." ”

The girl's heart jumped with joy, and no one had ever said thank you to her with such respect.

She couldn't help but smile as she watched the carriage leave.

With such joy, she walked along the road until she came to the East Market.

A simple low fence circled the field, and at the door there was a patrol with a knife, and a red cloth was wrapped around his right arm, on which were written three large black letters.

The girl didn't recognize the words, but she recognized the people who were on patrol.

"Uncle Feng." The girl waved her hand, this man was his father's old comrade-in-arms, her familiar uncle.

The middle-aged man wandering in front of the market was stunned for a moment, and then smiled at the girl: "Ah Tang, are you here to bring food to your father?" ”

"Yes." The girl Ah Tang nodded.

"Your father is inside."

The girl Ah Tang looked in the direction he pointed, and there were people coming and going in the market, and she couldn't see where her father was, so she had to look for it.

After thanking Uncle Feng, the girl Ah Tang walked into the market with a little curiosity on her face.

In the past, there were similar gatherings in the Lonely Bamboo Manor every month, but there was no such time when there were many people.

I don't know if it was because there was no assembly in Yueyu, or because of the construction projects in the village, Yan Niangzi gave a generous reward, so that the villagers had idle savings in their hands to exchange.

The girl Ah Tang looked around with interest and listened to the shouting.

The bankers were barely literate, no one could write or understand the pretext, and the transactions were all by shouting.

On the left, someone shouted for twenty eggs for two clay pots for water.

There are also people who take rough lacquer and want to exchange the five-end kudzu cloth to cut clothes for their families.

There are also people holding a large bamboo basket with five black and yellow paparazzi in it, wanting to exchange them for two piglets.

However, Ah Tang felt that this person was a little greedy, how could five puppies get two little piglets? Even tomorrow, he won't be able to exchange things for what he wants.

Walking all the way, Ah Tang kept counting in his heart, and walked straight to a shack built of logs.

There are few transactions in the village that are so extravagant as the sheds.

People came and went in front of the shed, and some people gathered to watch.

Ah Tang was curious, and also squeezed in to see.

I saw a tall cabinet separating the store from the inside and outside, a man and a woman, standing behind the counter, constantly answering the questions asked by the dealer.

Ah Tang took a closer look and was shocked by the goods in this shantytown.

As far as the eye could see, there were all kinds of small sacks of grain, millet, beans, and wheat, and she even saw a bag of rice that had been shelled.

The rice was packed in a yellow burlap bag, and the white flowers were dizzying.

When Ah Tang got married, Ah Tang ate a dry rice steamed with white rice mixed with beans and mountain fruits, and the taste made her taste relish.

But she also knew that such a meal of hospitality cost her father and mother, and her younger brother ran up the mountains day and night, hunting wild animals for rice.

In addition to white rice, and bags of yellow grains.

Ah Tang also saw more expensive dried fish and preserved meat.

When his gaze swept over one place, Ah Tang couldn't help but exclaim, "Salt! ”

The snow-white salt particles, piled up on the leaves of the trees to form a sharp hill, looked crystal clear, and even looked like snow.

Next to this small mountain of salt, there is a small pile of larger, more shiny things.

Ah Tang couldn't help but lean forward a little, wanting to see more clearly.

As soon as she got together, she squeezed into a woman with a thin face and a thin mouth.

And he trampled off the soles of the woman's kudzu shoes.

A subtle stabbing sound sounded, the woman screamed, pushed Ah Tang hard, pushed her to a stumble, took off her shoes in distress, held them in her hands and checked them, for fear of stepping on them.

Before Ah Tang could react, he was pushed by her, lost his balance, staggered with the bamboo basket, and fell backwards.

"Oops."

The back of his head hit the hard chest, and Ah Tang found that he didn't fall, but hit someone.

As soon as he stood up straight, he heard the person behind him scold: "Don't you have long eyes? ”

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to." The girl Ah Tang hurriedly stood up straight and looked back.

I saw a tall, dark-skinned young man standing behind, and Ah Tang was petite and only up to his chest.

The young man looked at Ah Tang who turned around in a daze, and the scolding stopped abruptly.

In front is a scolding snarling sour woman, and in the back is a scolding tall young man.

Ah Tang nervously clenched the bamboo basket in his hand.

But seeing that the dark-skinned young man's expression changed, he pointed to the young man passing by and scolded: "Don't you have long eyes? ”

"Don't you see an ant on the ground?"