After Han Chun came out of the living room, he walked to the backyard, where there was a small firewood room, which was where he lived. As he walked, he suddenly heard a coquettish smile behind him: "Seventh brother, I'm here to say hello to you." ”

Han Chun looked back and saw a little beauty with pink makeup standing behind her, wearing a light green jacket skirt, about fifteen or sixteen years old, with a pair of big black eyes and a mischievous smile, which looked particularly smart.

"Don't talk nonsense, I don't have any happy events, but there are a lot of unlucky things."

Among these brothers, only the eighth eldest Han Ying and Han Chun are good, on the one hand, because they are both concubines, and on the other hand, they are also the same age.

However, it is also a concubine, and their treatment is also worlds apart, Han Ying's mother Zhang Niangzi was born in a wealthy businessman's family, and she is exquisite, and from time to time she sends Wang Guixiang some gold and silver to eat and drink, Wang Guixiang is very good to them.

"I've heard that you're going to marry a daughter-in-law, why do you want to hide it from me?" Han Ying ran over and hugged him: "Seventh brother, such a big happy event, you have to invite me to dinner." ”

Han Chun touched her head and said softly: "Old eight, I want to invite you to dinner, but you also know that I am penniless, what can I invite you, otherwise I will go to the kitchen to fry fish and shredded pork for you later." ”

"Okay, okay, I was going to eat the fish-flavored shredded pork you made, no one in this world can do it except you, and even my mother is full of praise for eating it."

Han Ying is not an exaggeration, the food cooked by Han Chun is really delicious, because in this era, the dishes are mainly stewed and steamed, and there is no stir-fry at all, and the technology of stir-frying has not yet been invented. At present, only Han Chun can master it.

For so many years, Han Chun has been in the kitchen for a period of time every day to help burn firewood, chop wood, and chop vegetables or something, and those cooks call him the seventh young master in their mouths, but they actually call him an ordinary little servant.

Han Chun only waited until they were not there to have the opportunity to cook in person.

The eighth child doesn't have much time, because Zhang Niangzi usually doesn't let her play with Han Chun in order to avoid suspicion, so Han Ying also sneaked out to say hello to the seventh brother, and she had to go back quickly.

Han Chun knew her difficulties and loved this sister, so he took advantage of the fact that there was no one in the kitchen at this time, so he hurriedly ran to work for a while, fried a fish-flavored shredded pork for her, and let her take it away.

Don't think that Han Chun can usually eat such good food, the kitchen is also guarded when it is not cooking, and it is impossible for Han Chun to get any food from it privately. The reason why they didn't stop it was because Miss Eight wanted to eat, and without the Eighth Lady following Han Chun, they would never dare to do such a thing.

His food is less than the New Year's holiday, generally a bowl of coarse corn rice with some radish pickles, sometimes bean wheat cakes, to improve life is just a soup cake.

Of course, the eighth child sometimes secretly hides some mutton or chicken legs for him, but Zhang Niangzi watches it closely, and this kind of opportunity is rare.

The firewood room was dimly lit, countless small insects were flying, half of the room was piled with firewood on the left, there was a small bed on the right, and there was a small wooden box at the head of the bed, which was all his belongings.

In winter, the house is cold and dripping into ice, and in summer it is hot and breathless, and now the weather in April is still a human life, and he has lived here for eighteen years.

Next to the firewood house is a low-slung bungalow, with stables, mills, blacksmiths' houses, carpenters' houses, etc., and the handymen work during the day and rest in the rooms at night, so there is always a sour smell in the place.

Han Chun lay in the firewood room for a while, opened the door and walked out, because he was going to the stable to feed the horses, which was also one of his daily tasks, and then he looked back at the firewood room, and sneered in his heart, secretly thinking, is Lao Tzu going to "marry" from here?

Is Lao Tzu's fate so tragic?

Because of the immersion since childhood, Han Chun can be said to be an expert in raising horses, this job is not simple, very hard, especially raising good horses, which is more delicate than serving people, the horses of the Han family have to drink soy milk and eat fine grass every day, and they have to mix eggs and soybeans together.

Otherwise, it will affect the color of the horse's coat, and there will be no explosiveness, so the two sons of the Han family will lose when they race horses, and if they lose, he will be beaten.

This is how his own father treated him.

There are a total of ten horses in the stable, two good horses, named Qianlimeng and Wanlixue, which belong to Han Daochang and Han Daofan respectively, in addition to eight ordinary horses, the horse's food is ten times that of people, each horse has about three bundles of straw, twenty eggs, two buckets of soy milk, and twenty catties of soybeans per horse, which is almost equivalent to his food expenses for a month.

He has to feed three times a day in the morning, noon and evening, and he has to get up in the middle of the night to feed the night grass once, so the workload is still very large.

Therefore, as soon as he entered the stable, he was busy planting grass, mixing feed, beating eggs, and selecting soybeans. When I was sweating profusely, I suddenly heard a sound of footsteps outside.

A male duck shouted outside: "Han Chun, are you kid inside, get out of here, you're in trouble, you're in trouble, you're in trouble." ”

Han Chun knew who it was as soon as he heard it, and when he walked out, he suddenly felt disgusted, and saw a group of people wearing soapy clothes and crooked black hats standing in front of the stable, led by people with high eyebrows and lofty toes, about thirty years old, seeing him come out, he spat on the ground.

"You kid has eaten the courage of the ambitious leopard, come and show him the evidence."

Han Chun's face sank: "Li Si, what do you mean?" ”

As soon as he saw this person, Han Chun knew that something bad was going to happen, because he was the fourth elder Han Daochang's minion, and Han Laosi was a bully on the streets of Chang'an.

"Still, what do you mean, I'm phew." Li Si'er has always looked down on Han Chun, and spit on the ground at the moment: "You shameless thief, when you are a slave, I am ashamed of you." ”

As he spoke, someone threw a few bags of things at Han Chun's feet, and Han Chun looked down and saw a bag of soybeans, a bag of eggs, and a small money bag with dozens of copper plates in it.

"You bold minion, this is from your room, you dare to steal BMW's feed, no wonder Qianli Meng and Wanli Xue have lost weight these days, it turns out that you steal horse feed every day to eat."

"Do you know that the lives of these two horses are ten times more precious than the lives of your, little, what do you think you should be guilty of?"

At this moment, Han Chun completely understood, he must have angered Han Daofan just now, and they framed themselves in a different way.