"Who is she?"

He really felt hungry. Shiyilang held the bowl and asked Xianger while blowing the heat from the corn porridge.

"Shiyilang even forgot her?"

He held his face and smiled at Shiyilang's Xiang'er, holding his smile, and obvious disgust appeared on his face: "That is the long branch of our third room. You want to call her aunt..."

"oh?"

Xiang'er looked at him for a while, and seemed to have something to say. After Shiyilang's urging, she said it slightly.

The third house Changzhi was a relative close to Shiyilang, but this aunt Liu always disliked Ye Chang. Ye Chang's father was not at home, so she was always forced to make trouble. She beat him when she caught a fucking trick, scolded him when she grabbed Ye Chang, and took some things when she left. Ye Chang was gentle and cowardly before, and heard about the ancients. He knew that the immortal medicine king Sun Simiao had collected herbs and elixirs in Liuzhen Mountain and Fu Busan next to Wuze Pond, so he admired the immortals and learned to go into the mountains to collect herbs at a young age, so he fell from the mountain and was hit by the broom star.

"It's funny, it's because my father is not here. When will it take her turn to come for my family? If you come again in the future, just call it out." Shiyilang didn't care.

"Well, what Mr. Lang said!"

Xiang'er smiled. After all, she was just a little girl. She was naturally happy when she heard that her little master wanted to deal with Liu, who had always bullied her.

And Shiyilang of course knew that things were far from that simple.

Since it was the Tang Dynasty, it was the Middle Ages of China. At this time, the clan power was extremely powerful. For example, he was called "Shiyilang" because he ranked eleventh among his peers in the clan.

In the Middle Ages, the clan power was very strong, and even when it was possible to enforce the law in the countryside, execute those tribe members who "disgrace their families" such as adultery and stealing. As for disrespect to their relatives, they would be taken to the ancestral temple to ask for punishment for the clan rules, and at worst, they might be expelled from the clan!

If you lose the protection of your clan, you will be allowed to be a mermaid in the countryside and dare to come to your door to step on any kind of dilapidated house.

"Take me out for a walk after dinner, I can't remember... Don't tell others, and then I'll tell me that I'll just say that?" After eating a bowl of corn porridge, I had the food in my stomach. Shiyilang felt that he seemed to be preparing for the trouble that might come.

Xiang Er quipped the dishes and chopsticks, and Shiyilang suddenly remembered something: "Have you eaten? Why did you only cook my meal?"

He saw the sun shining outside, which was lunch, but Xiang'er cooked only enough for him to fill his stomach.

"There is no rule for lunch. It's still early. I won't have dinner until the hour of Yin." Xiang'er pursed her lips and smiled: "Shiyilang really forgot, I can't even remember when to eat."

Ye Chang then remembered that in the Middle Ages, food shortages were shortages, and three meals a day were enjoyed by wealthy families. Ordinary families only had breakfast at midnight, and dinner at sunset. These two meals a day were spent.

Seeing Xiang'er obviously thin, Ye Chang's softest part trembled again.

Her daughter is much plump than Xianger. When she is with her on the street, she can feel her weight when she leans on her arm.

Ye Chang has a very calm understanding of his appearance in this era: he can't go back.

Since you can't go back, you have to live a good life. Since you have to live a good life, you have to take care of those who care about him, and you have to take good care of those who care about him.

But he didn't say anything, but just took the bowl from Xiang'er's hand: "I'll wash it."

"Shiyilang can also wash the pots and dishes?"

"What's the difficulty... where is the water, where is the scoop, where is the rag... detergent... ah, I won't ask about this."

“Dryer? What is a detergent?”

Xiang'er's ears pointed, and Ye Chang's words were heard by her, and she asked curiously.

"Well, did you pick up the water in the bucket?" Ye Chang had no way to answer her question, of course she had to talk about it.

"I picked it from the pond. Shiyilang, you have to save some money. There is not much water in the pond recently. I heard that the clan elder is planning to ask for rain. It has not rained much for two months until now."

"How much land do we have in our family? What's the harvest this year?"

Hearing that it had not rained much for two months, Ye Chang's heart suddenly sucked. In the Middle Ages, he almost relied on the heavens to make a living. If God did not open his eyes and caused some natural disasters, then the ** would come immediately.

This matter is related to his life - and there is also Xianger. He has died once, and now he has made up his mind to take good care of what he has in front of him.

"Our family has ten acres of land, but now we have to give it to the tribe members. The harvest this year is not very good." Xiang'er was also frowning when talking about this: "I'm afraid that in a few days, we will have to pick wild vegetables, and we can only eat wild vegetable porridge every day."

Xiang'er said it a little vaguely. Ye Chang understood that she was young after all and was not very clear about these things.

The two went out one after another, and Ye Chang was truly seeing the village where he lived. Although it was called "Wuzepi", it was actually a village with about 200 families. Ye Chang had been to the so-called "ancient town" such as Wuzhen in later generations. Now he saw a living "ancient town" with his own eyes. The difference between them was so great that he couldn't help but smack his tongue.

Many of the history seen by future generations are the history that future generations understand themselves.

The whole village was under a forest. Ye Chang raised his head and could see the locust tree branches covering the village not far away. The old locust tree was so huge that it looked like it was adding a tent to the village - not the kind of small tent used for two people to fight in a field or some people invite famous shows, but the kind of large tent that can live in many people. Under the locust tree tent, there are houses of each household, including blue brick houses, wooden old houses, and more of them are adobe houses made of loess.

The chaotic houses made him turn around and he did not turn his head after spending his time. From time to time, someone pointed at him, and someone came up to say hello and asked him if he was really hit by a broom star. Ye Chang neither said yes nor said no, but just smiled and said goodbye. Even if the other party obviously mocked him, he didn't care.

"Shiyilang was smashed by this broom star, but it was different. Look at his current appearance, tsk... I always feel that he is different from the Shiyilang who was always thinking about refining alchemy to become an immortal."

"That's natural. I heard that he had driven Aunt Fourth just now. After changing the usual situation, Aunt Fourth came to his yard. When did he listen to the scolding?"

"Huh? Even Aunt Fourth dares to rush, this is strange. Aunt Fourth is so stingy, it's not easy to mess with!"

The low-pitched discussion would also reach his ears from time to time, and Ye Chang just pretended that he hadn't heard it. After a long time, he finally arrived at the old locust tree and arrived at the entrance of Wuzepi's village.

"Mr. Lang, where are we going?" Xiang'er asked with his face raised.

"Go to the home first."

Xiang'er nodded, and the bun on her head trembled gently. The typical Sanya bun was not firmly fixed with a hairpin, so some of the hair fell on her forehead. The little girl broke down a small branch, stroked the leaves and made a wooden hairpin, crossed it on her hair, and turned her head and smiled at Ye Chang.

Their family's fields are a little far away from the village. On the way, Xiang'er said that it turned out that this field did not really belong to Ye Chang, but to the entire Ye clan, but to cultivate it too much. Ye Chang's father Ye Si rented the fields to the tribe before going out, and Ye Chang and Xiang'er's food and clothing relied on the rent collected by the ten acres of land.

After walking for half an hour, only one hour in later generations, Ye Chang saw his family's ten acres of land. The terrain of this ten acres of land is relatively high, located on a gentle slope at the foot of Busan. The fields are already dry and cracked, and Ye Chang doesn't recognize the crops planted. However, from their dryness, they will be finished without rain. Ye Chang frowned. There are two or three hundred acres of land nearby. It must be the source of livelihood of many people in the village. It seems that it is not just his own household to be in trouble, but why didn't farmers seed water and water?

He was very familiar with history. During the years he taught in the mountains, he almost read some of the relevant historical materials he could find, and even read the special points such as technical history. Therefore, after thinking about it carefully, he knew the truth. Although China has always advocated intensive farming, the true peak of agricultural technology was still in the Song Dynasty, when the population was growing rapidly, it was a high slope and it was difficult to divert water. With the agricultural technology of the Tang Dynasty, this technology had not yet been popularized.

But Ye Chang was a little surprised if the clan elders didn't organize people together, even if they carried some water on their shoulders and carried them to water them.

"Why is no one carrying water?"

"There were still people taking responsibility a few days ago, but everyone was discouraged in the past ten days." Xiang'er said: "Everyone was discussing to gather the participants and invite the master of the Xuangan Temple who overturned Busan to come down to do rituals and pray for rain."

“Pray to the rain…”

This is probably the most common method of drought resistance. Ye Chang lowered his head and looked at the lush forests: "Is there water in the mountains?"

"There is no water in the mountains, even if there is one, it cannot be attracted."

Xiang'er replied in a daze that it was already noon and he had walked so far, and he was really tired and tired. Seeing her like this, Ye Chang felt a little reluctant, so he asked her to go back first and she had to go around.

"What if you don't remember the road?" Xianger asked worriedly when he heard this.

"I remember when I came with you, I recorded the way."

After hearing what he said, Xiang'er turned around and turned back in a daze when she thought that her home had not been cleaned yet and had a lot of housework to do.

Ye Chang stood alone in his own field, and when he went down, he squeezed the soil lumps. After confirming the soil moisture, he shook his head, stood up and looked at Xiang'er's back, and slowly returned to the village. He wiped the sweat from his head and turned his eyes to the mountain next to him.

There must be water in the mountains. This forest is so green, which proves that there may be springs nearby. Ye Chang is not unfamiliar with finding water in the mountains and forests. The mountain village he taught was once faced with a very difficult and two years of drought. It was a professional water exploration team to solve this problem. Ye Chang took the opportunity to learn some experience with the professional water exploration team. It may be of some effect when using it in this place where it had only been drought for two months.

The key is to follow the trend of the mountains to find water sources.

Seeing that it was still early, he went up the hillside, and from time to time he used the stick in his hand to pick the ground to see the humidity in the soil. The Wuzepi Mountains are steep and beautiful, especially at this time, they have not yet been greatly damaged by the Anshi Rebellion, so the vegetation is maintained very well. Looking around, they are full of green, and the ground under the shade is full of grass and shrubs. The birds sing and fragrant flowers in the forest, and there are no dry and arid scenery outside, making people unable to help but exclaim: It’s a cool place in the human world.

It is impossible to find a water source in such a place. Logically speaking, even if the government does not come forward, the local gentry and old man should take the lead in getting water.

However, there are still many difficulties in guiding the water here to the ten acres of slope fields in Ye Chang's house.

Ye Chang found the fourth place where there was water. He just dug half a foot under the branches and saw a trace of water seeping out. He buried the soil again and looked back at his own land. It was more than two miles away from here. At such a long distance, he had to cross mountains and ridges. It was impossible for him to lead him to the power of his own.

What's more, there are a few small ridges to turn over, and there are no mechanized tools. Relying on manpower alone, I'm afraid I have to think of some good ways.

The bell rang not far away, and it was the temple on the mountain that started to do afternoon classes. Ye Chang estimated that it was about 4:30 pm. He decided to find another possible water spot and go back. However, at this moment, he heard a faint shrinking sound in the forest. He thought it was a wild beast, but turned a rock and appeared in front of a green-faced guy with ferocious eyebrows and eyes.

"Mondrill!"

The shouting sounded, Ye Chang turned around and ran away, and the green-faced guy also shouted and ran away. It was not flat ground, but on the steep mountain, and there was almost no road. As soon as they ran away, they fell one after another. Both of them slipped down the hillside and then collided into a ball.

"What are you running?" Before Ye Chang could react, the monster shouted: "Aren't you a mandrill?"

"You are the mandrill, your whole family is the mandrill!" At this time, Ye Chang also understood that the "mandrill" just now was called out by this man. This man was just ugly and his clothes were not like ordinary people, so he scared him.

"Aren't you a mandrill?" The man glared at Ye Chang: "I've never seen you as ugly as you!"

"When it comes to ugly, who can compare to you?" Ye Chang saw that he was a little silly and asked with a smile: "Have you looked in the mirror?"

"I am ugly, but I know I am human, but I don't know that there is a person as ugly as me in this world." The ugly man was a self-aware. He clasped his palms and bent over to Ye Chang: "Amitabha, I am polite here."

“…you…you…master…”

After changing several names, Ye Chang felt that it was not suitable for the person in front of him. He claimed to be a monk, but he had a messy hair like a chicken coop, his face was ferocious and ferocious, and he looked like he could scare the butcher.

"I'm not a master of Luo Shizi, I'm just a toutu. By the way, you ugly man, do you know where there are temples?"

He repeatedly said that Ye Chang was an ugly man, and Ye Chang was a little curious. He had also seen his face in front of the bronze mirror. Although the bronze mirror was not very real, he should be considered handsome no matter how he looks. Could this ugly guy be a guy who is not good at distinguishing between beauty and ugliness?

But he didn't know that after being in the mountains for a long time, he was dirty and looked ugly naturally.

"There is a temple over there, and I just heard the bells of the temple."

"It's great, you can finally open a fast!" Mangtoutuo said happily when he heard this: "Ugly, come with me. With me a bowl of vegetarian rice, you, you must be a bite!"
Chapter completed!