Traveling through ancient times to escape famine, the prince led me to rebel

"I was wrong! Please let me go!"

Li Xinghua begged loudly for mercy.

Her right hand was clamped behind her back by Luo Xiaoran, and she actually supported herself on the ground with her injured left hand and began to kowtow continuously.

boom--

A yellowish-white substance mixed with faint traces of blood was squeezed out of the festering wound on his left hand.

"Miss Luo, I was wrong. I was bewildered and did such a vicious thing, but I didn't mean to kill you!

I've heard that you and your sister fled here from the south to escape famine. There are many rivers, lakes and streams in the south, and people in the south all know how to swim.

I just want you to fall into the river and suffer, I don't want to drown you!"

boom--

"After Zhang Erhe was sent to the government, his family lost the income from weaving bamboo baskets.

Hu Zi’s tuition for next year is due in the spring, and I haven’t collected it yet.

I don’t know if there will be any corvée labor this winter. I am exactly twenty-one years old, which is the age for corvée labor.

If I had to do corvée labor, I wouldn't be able to go to the city to do odd jobs to support Hu Zi.

I was really too anxious, so I blamed you for some reason..."

Li Xinghua was giving a long and bitter explanation, or rather a sophistry, but Luo Xiaoran suddenly interrupted her:

"Didn't you have an unexpected fortune some time ago?"

At that time, Zhang Xiaohu met An Ruquan by chance on the village road and was almost lured away by him with five taels of silver.

Fortunately, Luo Xiaoran drove An Ruquan away, otherwise Zhang Xiaohu might become the next Li Xiaohu.

At that time, Luo Xiaoran didn't know who the child she had rescued was. It was only later that she learned that he was Zhang Erhe's son.

Li Xinghua stopped kowtowing, as if she was shocked by Luo Xiaoran's words.

How did Luo Xiaoran know that Hu Zi brought back five taels of silver?

She looked up at Luo Xiaoran blankly, her heart was in turmoil for a moment.

Du Kongqing felt a little bit of pity when he saw Li Xinghua had a bruised forehead.

But she soon thought of Luo Xingchen who had a fever because of falling into the water, and Sun Qingyuan who broke his waist by accident. The faint sympathy that had just risen was immediately extinguished, and her voice was a little cold:

"I'm asking you a question! Come on!"

Li Xinghua finally woke up from her dream and smiled at herself.

But she was silent again.

……

Li Xinghua was unwilling to speak, and Luo Xiaoran didn't want to waste time talking to her.

Thinking that she would not run away with her child, and that she could be caught even if she did, he went home to eat first.

After all, for those who have experienced the end of the world and disasters, hunger is a pain that goes deep into their bones.

Only by eating on time every day and enjoying delicious dishes can you heal the wounds of the past.

In the morning, Luo Xiaoran invited the villagers from Hexi to visit the private school. Although she also wanted to try her luck to see if she could find someone with an injured hand, the sign of the private school had already been hung up, and the news that the private school would open in the early spring of next year had spread throughout the village.

Unexpectedly, the teacher ran away at the last minute, which was not acceptable.

So after lunch, Luo Xiaoran decided to go to Hedong Village to visit Zhao Tangming.

He brought two bags of homemade snacks as gifts, which made Zhao Tangming, who had left in a hurry that morning, feel even more embarrassed.

"Miss Luo, you came to my humble home and brought such exquisite snacks. It's really a waste of money."

Luo Xiaoran smiled and exchanged some basic greetings, and the two began to chat casually.

While chatting, Luo Xiaoran observed Zhao Tangming's house. This was her habit.

Whenever you arrive at a place, observe the environment first.

However, Zhao Tangming's family is really "poor".

With yellow mud walls and a straw roof, it is comparable to the shabby thatched house of Sun Qingyuan’s “ancestral home” next door.

The only better thing is that Zhao Tangming's house has a yard, while Sun Qingyuan's "ancestral home" doesn't even have a yard.

Of course, although the "ancestral homes" of Zhao Tangming and Sun Qingyuan are dilapidated, this type of house is very common in Hedong Village.

"I didn't mean to ask about Mr. Zhao's personal affairs, but you left in a hurry this morning and we haven't finished discussing our business yet.

In order to find out why your expression changed so drastically after hearing Sun Qingyuan's name, I asked him about your situation, and only then did I know that you and Sun Qingyuan's father, Sun Shouzheng, were childhood friends. "

Hearing Luo Xiaoran's words, two blushes quickly appeared on Zhao Tangming's face. Of course, Luo Xiaoran couldn't see it on his dark face.

In fact, Zhao Tangming regretted it as soon as he ran back home from Hexi Village.

The old woman in the family took out the lard that she had saved for nearly a year and fried two dishes to celebrate his becoming a teacher in a private school.

Over the years, he insisted on taking the imperial examinations, and the money he spent on pens, ink, paper and inkstone made life difficult for his family.

Now that he finally has such a decent livelihood, he really shouldn't get angry because of his emotional grudge and end up leaving.

"Ahem," Zhao Tangming raised his hand to cover his lips and coughed twice, "I was rude this morning. If Miss Luo doesn't mind, I'm willing to teach in the private school."

Luo Xiaoran's eyes drifted to a few books on the low table, so she walked over and began to flip through them after obtaining Zhao Tangming's consent.

They are all manuscripts, very old, and thread-bound. The paper has become frayed, probably because it has been frequently read.

The books on the top are children's enlightenment books such as "Three Hundred Thousand", and the books on the bottom are the Four Books and Five Classics.

Seeing Luo Xiaoran flipping through these books, Zhao Tangming quickly explained: "I was thinking about teaching the children, so I deliberately dug out all the enlightenment books from a long time ago."

Luo Xiaoran finally revealed a satisfied smile, her eyes turned, and she spoke:

"Although Mr. Zhao is willing to teach, I now have my own considerations. The private school will not officially open until the beginning of next spring. Before that, I will determine the final candidate for the teacher."

"Zhao Tangming, why do you take so long to hold a hoe?"

A loud voice came from outside the door, and then a figure walked in.

Zhao Tangming, who was feeling anxious after hearing Luo Xiaoran's words, quickly introduced the visitor, "This is Miss Luo."

"It turned out to be Miss Luo!"

The visitor's mouth corners were stretched to the sides, revealing an extremely surprised expression.

"When Zhao Tangming said he wanted to teach at your private school, I thought he was just bragging. But now that you're here, I believe this pie in the sky has landed on our family!"

"You must be Aunt Qian!" Luo Xiaoran heard Zhao Cuilan mention that her aunt's surname was Qian.

"Yes, yes, it's me!" Aunt Qian nodded repeatedly, with the same brilliant smile on her face as Zhao Cuilan's.

"Are you asking Mr. Zhao to work in the fields with you? Then I won't disturb you. I have something to do at home, so I'll leave first." Luo Xiaoran said.

Aunt Qian's eyes were bright and her voice was loud: "Don't bother me! You already call me Aunt Qian, why are you calling Zhao Tangming Mr. Zhao? Just call him Uncle Zhao!"

"Okay, then Uncle Zhao, Aunt Qian, I'm leaving first."

Luo Xiaoran put down the book in her hand, stood up and was about to walk out.

Aunt Qian was about to get up to see him off when she accidentally saw Zhao Tangming's pale face. She seemed to have guessed something and quickly called Luo Xiaoran:

"Miss Luo, please stay."