The family was like that, a couple with a very obsessive name, plus two bought servants.

Zhang Xiaoyi walked to the bed and tied the belt, saying that the belt was actually a piece of white cloth, tied around the waist of the coat, which looked neat.

In the month after waking up, Zhang Xiaoyi has been recuperating in bed, digesting the memories of the original body by the way.

I don't remember how the original body was injured, but digesting the memory is a very mysterious thing, that is, what he thinks, the memory of the original body will automatically pop up.

For example, family relationships, when you see a family member, your identity will automatically pop up.

When I think of the layout of the home, the layout of the home will also flash in my memory.

Zhang Xiaoyi remembered that today is a month after he woke up after being injured, and it is also the seventh day that he can get out of bed, and it is the second time he has left this house.

This is the eighth year of Jiaxing in the Xian Dynasty, and now it is August 10th of the year of Gengchen, and it is already autumn.

He lives in Zhangjia Hutong, Baihu District, Xianlai County, his name is Zhang Xiaoyi, and he is 17 years old this year.

These are things that must be said casually, to form subconscious memories, to avoid any loopholes, or to say anything shocking.

Open the door of the room, here is a small courtyard, the yard is not big, antique, there is also a peach tree planted on the west side of the yard, the tree grows very tall, the branches and leaves are luxuriant, under the table is a stone table, there are four stone benches around the stone table.

It belongs to the east cross courtyard, the pattern of the courtyard at home, the front and back courtyards, and the left and right two cross courtyards.

If you look at it according to the thoughts of later generations, this can be regarded as a five-bedroom and two-hall mansion.

Although his salary in his previous life is a lot, he still can't imagine such a mansion.

He is not a prince or a beggar when he crosses over, which he is quite satisfied with, at least he has avoided a lot of trouble.

Meals had to go to the main courtyard because my parents lived there.

And the main courtyard has everything, wells, kitchens, toilets, everything.

The cross courtyard and the main courtyard are separated by a wall, and there is a moon gate open on the wall, which is very convenient.

Entering the main courtyard, you will see a large water tank first, on the right is a row of houses, one bright and two dark, and in the middle is the living room of the family, whether it is entertaining guests or eating.

The East House is where his parents live, and the West House is Zhang Xiaojia's studio.

This middle-aged father in his forties is a Mr. Yin and Yang, who is very famous in Xianlai County, has a fixed customer group, and usually looks for him for weddings and funerals.

Xianlai County, it is said that there were immortals thousands of years ago, and since there are immortals, there will be demons and monsters.

Zhang Xiaoyi doesn't think that Mr. Yin Yang and the fairies and monsters are superstitions, they have crossed over, and they also say that people are superstitions, isn't this?

And

In the memory of the original body,

This world is really mysterious.

Because of the mystery of this world, Zhang Xiaojia's business is good, so they can buy such a set of two-hall houses with cross-courtyards in the Vermilion Bird Block.

As soon as he crossed the moon gate, he saw Xiaobai going to the living room with breakfast.

"Young Master." looked back at Zhang Xiaoyi and greeted him with a smile.

The girl's sweet smile, small melon seed face, maltose-like complexion, and curved eyes, are extremely good-looking.

"Hmm."

In my memory, Xiaobai is a girl like a housekeeper, because she has to help the family with housework, and her mother's training for her is to manage the family well.

"Master, madam, the young master is here."

Xiaobai walked into the house and reported the good news to his father.

Zhang Xiaoyi has just recovered from a serious illness, and being able to come out for breakfast is also very good news for them.

At the same time, Hei Haoqin walked in from outside the gate, holding two gong buckets in his hands. It should be the night fragrant man passing by, and he went to pour the things of last night's grain reincarnation.

"Young Master." Haozi also shouted, with surprise on her face.

He and Zhang Xiaoyi are the same age, and they both grew up together. In his memory, Haozi's relationship with himself is very iron, but he does not lose his dignity and humility in his bones.

I remember that when I was a child, I made a mistake and was the one who was beaten for myself.

"Well, poured night incense?"

Asked a nonsense,

It seems that most people will ask knowingly, just like sometimes when you go to other people's houses and see that they are eating, you still can't help but ask: "What about eating?" ”

Hei Haoqin's personality is relatively honest, but he can't help but have some small ideas, healthy dark skin, a bit of a middle-aged ancient hero, especially the small dimples on his face when he smiles.

"You go in first, don't smoke you."

"Hurry up, too."

"There's nothing wrong with eating, hehe."

Lao Hei first fetched water to shake the bucket of Gong, and then began to wash off the smell on his body.

Zhang Xiaoyi walked into the hall, and breakfast was already on the table of the Eight Immortals.

My father was sitting on the main seat smoking dry tobacco, the dried large tobacco leaves were crumbled, and then rolled with straw paper, there were many cigarette pouches in this era, but there were also many cigarette leaves.

Zhang Xiaojia saw his son enter the house, and quietly extinguished the freshly lit cigarette on the table.

Wang Huahua was next to Zhang Xiaojia, and when she saw her son entering the house, her eyes crooked and said, "Bai, take chopsticks for your young master." ”

"Huh."

Zhang Xiaoyi sat down with his back to the door, Wang Hua shushed and asked warmly, what is better, how does it feel, what is uncomfortable and so on.

And I have the impression that my father, who usually likes to talk, smiles and doesn't speak.

Xiaobai put a bowl of tofu brain in front of him, Wang Huahua smiled: "Eat quickly, Xiaobai got up early and went to Lao Chen's house to buy it." ”

Zhang Xiaoyi looked at the tofu brain in the bowl, and there was unmelted white sugar on it.

Raising his head, he glanced at the other bowls.

"What's wrong?"

"I don't want to eat sweet."

In my impression, the original body basically doesn't eat much sweetness.

"Cough (hai), there is the juice of lotus seed soup in it, I got up early to boil it for you, you have just recovered from a serious illness, you should make up for it."

Lotus seed soup with tofu brain?

Is there such a supplement?

At this time, Zhang Xiaojia pushed his bowl over and said to Wang Huahua: "Okay, the child is just right, don't keep doing those weird things." A month is either a decoction or your bizarre tonic soup, the mouth is light, you eat me this. ”

"Thank you, Dad."

Zhang Xiaoyi took his bowl and pushed his bowl over.

He happily took the bowl and said, "It just so happens that I will make up for it too." ”

Wang Huahua glanced at her grandfather, and was a little unhappy that Zhang Xiaoyi had failed her mother's love.

"It's such an adult, grab food with children."

Zhang Xiaojia just scooped a spoon and looked at her speechlessly.

For this wife, he himself is also very helpless, reluctant to talk about his son, he can only be a scapegoat.

I've gotten used to it for so many years, after all, she is the one in charge.

Zhang Xiaoyi smiled and watched the two of them playing, the familiar family atmosphere made him feel at ease, and the same was true of his parents in his previous life, it was good for husband and wife to fight and make trouble.

Zhang Xiaoyi slurred and ate tofu brain, and ate two fried dough sticks, a very traditional Chinese breakfast.

He's quite pleased with this,

At least there is no strange food in this world, and it will take time for you to get used to it.

After he finished eating, Hei Haoqin also shook the water droplets in his hand and walked in.

"Old lady, young master."

said hello and sat next to Bai Suzhen, and Xiao Bai raised his nose and sniffed.

"It's okay, I washed it very clean today, and it smells bad."

"That's it, I washed it for a long time, and I went back to the house to change my clothes."

Since Haozi has to pour night incense every morning, sometimes there will be a residual smell on the body that cannot be avoided.

For this reason, Xiaobai usually doesn't talk much about him.

Zhang Xiaojia put down the dishes and chopsticks and said to Lao Hei: "Haozi, hurry up and eat, and go out with me after eating." ”

"Yes, sir."

Hei Haoqin sat down and hurriedly devoured it.

"Have a business?"

Wang Huahua also finished eating, sat on the side and asked.

"Hmm." Zhang Xiaojia said: "Shen Yuanwai died at the door of his house last night, and someone from the Shen family came in the morning, let me go and see." ”

"Yo, is Master Shen the one who opened the granary?"

"That's him."

"Oops, how did he die?"

Wang Huahua felt sorry for Shen Yuanwai's death, because their family's grain was relatively cheap in Xianlai County.

However, the splendor between her eyebrows and eyes still revealed her true thoughts.

The Shen family is rich!