When he woke up again, Yang Heng slowly opened his eyes and looked left and right, and found that there was nothing around, just two earthen walls and a thatched roof.

"I'll get up." Well, okay, I was able to sit up. It turned out that I was really dreaming. Otherwise, it would be so fast. I turned over and stood up again. It didn't look very vigorous, it was very empty.

"Heng'er, you're awake, you're okay, it's really good, hahahaha, God bless me." It turned out that the person who scared me to death in the dream appeared in front of me, but now her face is not white, and she looks a little dark, just with bumps on her face. What kind of clothes are they wearing, grayish white, it seems that people in TV wear this way, what is this phenomenon?

Maybe when I looked at my mother's face, I just opened my eyes, everything I saw was white, but I should also thank my mother for being scared, otherwise Yang Heng wouldn't know when he would lie down.

My mother patted Yang Heng on the east and west, just to see what Yang Heng had to do. Yang Heng was looking around, the low thatched house and the wooden bed were covered with something, and it seemed like some grass was stuffed in the cloth. Also, he was in an inner room. From the perspective of the sunlight coming in, this should be in the east room.

"Mom, don't touch me anymore. I'm fine. I just don't have the strength to go out for a walk now. Oh, where is Aye?" Ah, why did I call so smoothly? What is Aye? Ah, by the way, that's what my father meant, "That old guy, I haven't given him a good look these days. He goes out every day except for eating. Don't worry about him. Son, if you're hungry, I'll take you food." My mother walked out in a hurry. Not long after, she walked in with a black bowl. This is still a pottery bowl. What era is this? What to eat? Try it, well, there are millet and sorghum, these are the two.

Let’s ask, but it’s not easy to open my mouth. I heard from my mother that my father punished me and burned my eyes and fainted on the edge of the stove. Who knows what my father is about to me? Don’t ask, otherwise I will let my father throw himself into the stove as a monster, although I haven’t figured out what kind of stove it is now.

Yang Heng walked out and found that there were front and back yards here. It seemed that this was the so-called second-entry courtyard. There were two houses at the back. It was obvious that these two houses were much smaller than this one. The door seemed to be broken. You could see some messy things piled up in the crack of the door, as if they were all stones and some iron blocks. The other house was relatively better, at least the door was complete and locked.

When he walked out of the main entrance, he found that there was a house in the east wing, but it was a frame-shaped house with some door panels on the outer ring. At this time, Yang Heng understood what a stove was. Isn’t this a iron-scratched stove? So he felt a slight pain in his mind, as if he had remembered something. It seemed that when the sour scholar came to complain, his father was melting the ores, which made Yang Heng stand by the stove. On the side, he didn’t think that the stove could ruin people, and even changed his soul.

However, Yang Heng was very glad that he was fortunate to fall back, not forward, otherwise he would be unable to say whether he had his own life. As he thought about it, Yang Heng couldn't help but touch his face with both hands, "Ah" Yang Heng screamed in surprise.

"Heng'er, what's wrong? Are you feeling uncomfortable?" "No, mom, go ahead and go." "Okay, please greet your mother if you have any problems. Don't be like the last time I was injured. You are a ten-year-old child. Since you can't stand it anymore, why don't you call your mother? So, my mother didn't notice that you are so close to the stove. If your father's old guy stayed so close for a long time, he wouldn't be able to stand it."

Yang Heng screamed in surprise. It turned out that his face was also bumpy. After hearing my mother's words, he rolled up his sleeves and found that he was really a child. His little arms and legs were also bumpy. Why did he look closely? Is this burned by Mars? "My mother, no wonder I was so burned by roasting. I don't know how much he suffered from this arm." I thought about this kind of bumpy face, too.

It seems that this is the consequence of a blacksmith. From the mind, from the moment I remember, I will carry an iron hammer. And the scene of a blacksmith in my head seems to be very strong? It is much stronger than my body in my previous life, but no matter how strong it is, it is not better than my body. But can I still go back? Is it unlikely that I will burn myself to faint again?

Thinking of his worries, Yang Heng stepped out of the door, "Yang Xiaolangjun, I've recovered from his injuries, are you still going to learn calligraphy secretly?" "Brother hasn't come out to play for a long time." "Hello grandma, haha, little nails are good." Yang Heng greeted the people around him happily. In his memory, Yang Heng called out casually.

But next, when Yang Heng walked over, it became different. "This child is so pitiful. He immediately has no home. In this world, it's better for rich people." The women behind him were talking in a low voice. At this time, Yang Heng's mood became heavier, but he still had to go around.

Looking at the scene outside, it is like a big village, and most of the houses are like their own thatched houses. There are occasionally tiled roofs and black doors. There are basically not many different places.

However, I found that the population on this street seemed to be a little larger, and there were many shops like Yang Heng's family, or every family, and walked into a random house, "Yang Xiaolangjun, please take a look." There was an old man standing behind the account table. In my memory, he had no surname, so why couldn't I remember it? It seemed that Yang Heng had never entered this shop. If you take a closer look, it was a small restaurant.

Yang Heng quickly withdrew. What is the best restaurant? Jewelry shops, people don’t look good at it. Grocery shops, coffin shops, bad luck, and don’t look at it. However, there are more stores on this street that don’t open the door than those that open the door. For some reason, this memory is not so effective.

Yang Heng turned back again. What era is this? It's really suffocating. There are no good shops to go in. Restaurants, cart shops, powder shops, needles, thread shops, oil, salt, sauce and vinegar shops. They are basically included in this street. However, there are not many goods in the shop, and many people know Yang Heng, "Yang Xiaolangjun, okay, this is shopping," "Ah, uncle three, grandma..." Yang Heng agreed casually. It seems that he is still a good person, but there are also discussions behind him.

But where is that private school? Yang Heng scratched his head a little, it seemed that he couldn't think of the memory of this.
Chapter completed!