Poor Ghost Up and Down 2000

Until I don't know who mentioned it again, someone said that I saw this person again in one place.

These hundreds of gentlemen have existed since the time of Emperor Wu. If they lived to this day, they would be more than a hundred years old. First of all, not many people believe it.

However, some people often say that they have seen it, some just shake their lips and tongue, but some look like they have really seen it.

It is said that he saw Mr. Baijia collecting medicine in the mountains, and he said that he saw a man in white passing by while playing.There is a basis for everything that is said, and people in the same industry also say it is true.

There are very few people who can live more than a hundred years old. People say that Mr. Baijia has already attained the Tao, and he hides in the mountains and does not ask the world.

If there is no prosperity, only when there is chaos will you enter the world.

Its rumors, such as Huangshi's old people, were mentioned occasionally, but after a long time, they were only regarded as fairy tales, and no one took it seriously.

Gu Nan seldom visited the bachelor afterwards, and the books in the bookcase behind her were written by her less and less, and the content of them was also much more streamlined.

After that, the books in the bookcase began to write more and more, and she herself wrote a lot of new things on the long road.

Reading thousands of books and traveling thousands of miles, the ancients would never deceive her.

Well, although it should be unclear who the ancients are now.

In history, this passage between Wang Mang and Liu Xiu is very interesting and has a sense of fate. The reason why this passage is not highlighted is that this passage has a high degree of overlap with the end of the Qin Dynasty.The same reforms, the same continuous natural disasters, and the same man-made disasters, but these all happened in history, and there is really a sense of fate, so I am not going to write in detail.The stories of the Three Kingdoms period will start to have some historical changes, and the protagonist will gradually accumulate enough knowledge and ability to have a foundation.

Chapter 272: People who can't starve to death will also be hungry

"Chacha."

On the small tree outside the house, two birds sang and flew up to each other, flying alternately, and uttered a melodious cry from time to time.

There is always so much vitality in spring, and the young seedlings on both sides of the fields are just emerging, turning the gray-black soil a little green.

A young man is holding a hoe to cultivate an uncultivated field. His appearance is upright, with a bit of prudence and solidity. He is wearing a brown blouse and has a solid figure. His skin is a little wheat-colored due to the sun. It seems that he has been doing this field work all year round.

After turning over the land, the young man sat on the edge of the field to rest, put the hoe beside him, and patted the dirt on his hands.

The sun shines on people warmly, not as hot as in summer, and there is also a cool shallow wind blowing.

The pleasant weather makes people unconsciously comfortable, and the young people are sitting leisurely under the thatched shed beside the dirt road in the field.

There was a simple wooden box in the thatched shed. When it was opened, there was a small bowl of barley rice inside. It looked like it hadn't completely cooled down yet, and there were two pieces of dried vegetables on it.

The young man sat under the straw shed and took a mouthful of rice, then added a piece of dried vegetable leaf with chopsticks and took a bite.

Apart from the chirping of insects, there are no other sounds in the field, except for the occasional sound of wind blowing dry grass.

It is also one of the pleasures to live in the farm and sneak away.

Not far from the field stood a hut built of grass and trees.

It doesn't even count as a hut, the house has four or five rooms and a small courtyard.

There is a straw curtain hanging in front of the hall in the small courtyard. Through the straw curtain, one can faintly see a person lying inside. The figure is lying half-lying, holding a fan in one hand and shaking it slightly, and the other hand seems to be holding a book.

There was a gentle reading sound in the hall, and the voice should be just a young man, and from time to time, a burst of self-chants and soft songs could be heard from inside.

There should be a kitchen on the other side of the small courtyard, and the cooking smoke is floating above it, presumably someone is cooking something to eat.

A faint thought came from the kitchen, and the light smoke from the roof floated into the air, rising into the air and disappearing.

After another period of time, probably when twilight began to appear in the sky, and when the western sky was reddish, the smoke from the cooking houses stopped, and the sound of reading books in the hall also stopped.

A girl of twelve or thirteen came out briskly from the kitchen.

Wearing a light red shirt, with a small braid, willow eyebrows and bright eyes, she is not very good-looking, but she has the kindness and sweetness of the little girl next door.

Walking into the yard, drawing some water from the well, and washing her hands, the girl called out to the hall in front of the yard, "Brother Zhong, it's time to eat."

The person in the straw curtain seemed to be half lying there and waved his hands, and a somewhat lazy voice came.

"I know, go and call your uncle."

"I know." The girl in the courtyard said helplessly. Her second brother always lays in the hall and reads every day without doing anything else. He is always so lazy. I don't know what to do.

Shaking her head, she walked out the door. There were fields outside the hut. The girl entered the field and ran towards a thatched shed.

Sitting in the thatched shed was the young man who was plowing the land just now. At this time, he had also finished his rice and was sitting in the thatched shed drinking water.

The girl ran to the edge of the field in the thatched shed, waved and called, "Brother, it's time to eat."

The young man in the thatched shed heard the girl's voice and came out early. Seeing the girl waving at him from a distance by the field, he smiled and responded.

"understood."

As he spoke, he picked up the hoe from the field and carried it on his shoulders, and walked out of the field with the finished food box.

The setting sun shone on the field, spreading a reddish layer, and the clouds in the sky were a little dazzling, with distinct light and shadow, which elongated the figure obliquely.

But it is a leisurely pastoral scene.

The young man plowing the land smelled the smell of rice when he walked into the door, and put the hoe and the food box by the door.

Turning around, he saw the girl was carrying the food to the table, and said to him with a smile: "Uncle, wash your hands and eat."

"Hey, don't worry, I'm not hungry yet." The young man scratched his hair.

The girl looked at him suspiciously: "You have been in the field all day, how can you not be hungry?"

The young man sneered: "I just ate the meal I brought out in the morning, so I'm not very hungry."

"Morning meal?" The girl was startled, and then said angrily with her hands on her waist.

"How many times have I told my uncle that the morning meal should be eaten quickly when you take it out. Wouldn't it be cold if you eat it at night?"

"Eh." The young man showed some embarrassment on his face, and smiled bitterly: "Didn't I forget it?"

"Always say, you always forget." The girl rolled her eyes.

The boy's eyes moved, and he changed the subject and asked.

"Why didn't Brother Zhong come?"

"Him?" The girl turned around and arranged the dishes.

"It's still the same as before, thinking about the painting of Shuofang girl, every day at this time."

As he spoke, he pouted his mouth: "I see him, his soul has been hooked."

"Haha, you can't say that." The boy went to the well to fetch water and wash his hands.