The smoke was everywhere in the cooking stove, and the yellow dog barked. Following the afterglow of the sunset, he shone his eyes on the blooming wild flowers in the courtyard. The fat man sitting in the corridor subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.

My own house is very large and divided into two courtyards.

The front yard is next to the village Avenue, with a gate next to the door, flowers and trees are planted in the courtyard, and corner doors are also set up in the back yard. The main entrance is high and the side is low, the middle door is tall and can be opened to traffic and horses, and the side door is a small door for daily entry and exit. The left and right sides of the front yard are guests' residences, connected by a long corridor. The courtyard is a hall, and the inner courtyard is separated by an earthen wall, inside is a large house in the owner's home. There are also attached houses such as carriages, stables, kitchens, warehouses, and slave residences, which are quite large in scale.

However, all of this only exists in the little fat man's mind.

The real situation in front of me is: the courtyard wall leaks everywhere, half of the door collapses, the corridor wood is rotten and broken, and the guest rooms on both sides are mostly collapsed and are randomly built into chicken basins. The flowerbeds that should have been planted all over the front yard are now mostly bald, revealing the yellow-brown mud. There are lush weeds that have emerged, squeezing a small amount of space.

Among the yellow weeds half a person deep in the front yard, there is a small path leading to the left side door. Perhaps there is no carriage and horse in and out, and the middle door that has not been opened for a long time is difficult to open.

The most appropriate statement is not enough to describe the situation at this time.

The only thing that made him feel relieved was that the corridors inside the house were covered with wooden floors, and there were solid solid wood floors.

"Traveling through time is time. Giving a better identity will make you die..." Looking at the two fat white hands, the fat man sighed helplessly.

"Dun'er, what do you think Wei's holding in his hand?"

Hearing the sound, a young woman was holding a shiny sugar cake and blinking at him.

The fat man subconsciously glanced at the silver hairpin on the woman's head, and his tone was dark again, "Mother, remember when you went out, the golden hairpin was inserted on your head."

"Hey, are Dun'er dazzled?" The woman shook the sugar cake and rushed to the fat man step by step, "Don't you want to eat it?"

The little fat man swallowed his saliva, but his stomach became more and more hungry.

The woman broke the sugar cake in half, stuffed the big one into the little fat man's hand, and left the small one for herself. She sat next to the little fat man and ate it in small mouthfuls.

He looked down at the faded embroidered shoes that were swaying back and forth with the woman's legs. The fat man showed a wry smile that was completely inconsistent with his age: "My mother, how many acres of land does the family have?"

"There are always three or five acres." The young woman hummed an unknown song and replied casually. Because she was always very happy to eat.

"Where is the land?"

"Your uncle is in charge."

"Can you get it back?"

“It’s probably difficult.”

"..." The little fat man was speechless, glanced at the young young woman who tasted endlessly joyful, and finally asked, "Mother, how old are you this year?"

"Nineteen." The young woman blurted out, but suddenly became stunned, "Dun'er, why do you ask me about my mother's age?"

"Ask casually." The fat man handed most of the sugar cake to the young woman and jumped to the corridor with his arms.

In ancient times, women and hairpins (15 years old) could marry. They were younger in the countryside and could be taken home at the age of thirteen or fourteen. Although they were young at the age of nineteen, being mothers was already very common in this era.

"Don't eat it?" the woman asked behind her back, holding the sugar cake.

Walking through the yellow weeds with difficulty, the fat man stepped out of the yard for the first time.

The sight of the eyes is an ancient village. It was when the food was coming, the smoke from the cooking stove was curling and the smell of the food was scented. I sniffed hard, and then turned to the right. A big tree covered with clouds grew in front of the fence. The huge shade stretched out from a distance between the dirt road in the village, covering a small half of the front yard.

Looking at the thatched adobe house in the village, and then looking back at his own heavy eaves, the fat man finally found comfort.

A lean camel is bigger than a horse.

The little mother in the corridor had no farm work, no housework, no food, drink, defecation, urination, and sleep, and everything was loose. In a word, the lady's body and the maid's life.

If you live a life of more than your pawn, you won’t know how long your destitute family will last…

"My mother, do I have a name?"

"You are not a crack from the rock, so you are naturally famous." The little woman glared at her eyes, "Your father's surname is Liu, and you are the surname Liu. You are ranked third in the clan..."

The little fat man twitched his eyes, "Liu...san...dun?"

"Ping, Liu Ping." The woman's beautiful eyes suddenly wafted in waves, but it disappeared in a flash.

The little fat man racked his brains and did not come up with an awesome person with the same name in history. Then he asked unwillingly: "What year is this evening?"

"Yanxi's Ninth Year." After eating half a piece of sugar cake, the woman straightened her waist and waved to the fat man.

The little fat man gritted his teeth and looked shy, but he couldn't help but move to his mother.

The little woman stretched her clothes and held the fat man in her arms with difficulty.

"Eat slowly, no one will grab it with you."

The little fat man was about to refute, but he was put back in a hurry. After eating one side, he switched to the other side, and only half full was eaten.

The little fat man probably should be 4 to 5 years old, and eating breasts alone is obviously not full.

However, he didn't think about it. The country kid was still breastfeeding at the age of four or five, and he was the only one in a radius of ten miles.

The fat man didn't dare to ask about his father, and he thought there would be more misfortunes. Asking him would only make his mother sad. And he also knew that he was the only reason why his mother could stay in this ruined family.

In this era, remarriage is actually very common.

Carefully wrapped most of the cake, the little woman tidied up her clothes, took off her embroidered shoes, and went into the hall. Most of the houses in the backyard were not used, and the mother and son lived in the tall and grand double-eaved hall.

Anyway, there will be no guests.

Wiping the floor is a must-do homework for my mother every day. The fat man believes that this is a kind of practice.

A home can be ruined, but people cannot follow it. From this point of view, the innocence and optimism that mother is completely consistent with her age is the most beautiful scenery of this home.

There are two pairs of shoes under the corridor, a pair of wooden clogs and an embroidered shoes.

When a mother goes out, she will wear embroidered shoes, but she will mostly wear wooden clogs at home. Because it is easy to take off her clothes. No wonder she describes an arrogant person who will use swords and walks to the hall. She wears shoes and step directly on the spotless wooden floor, completely ignoring the fruits and feelings of other people's labor. She is indeed arrogant enough.

The Mingtang was large and wide. After wiping, it was getting dark. What should I do for dinner? The young woman put her hips on her hips and thought about it, and then walked towards the chicken coop built in the ruins.

"Why didn't lay eggs again?" The greater the hope, the greater the disappointment.

This sentence was heard by the idle fat man and surrounded him.

When I stretched my head, I saw a chicken with golden hair and iron distance. It was burly, with large and sharp eyes, thick and short beak, long and hairless neck, and high like fire. The neck, chest and shin were almost in a straight line.
Chapter completed!