Traveling through ancient times: daily life on the run

Bai Lingyi thought that he couldn't share a room with his mother and sister, so he suggested sleeping in the carriage himself so that he could sit outside the carriage all night.

The uncle paused before saying to Bai Lingyi, "My three children are all under ten years old. If you don't mind, you can squeeze in with them. There are two beds in the room. You are all boys, so don't be afraid."

Luo Yu and Fang were grateful, then watched the uncle sigh and walk into the main house, calling out the hostess.

The hostess's surname is Zhang. She is pale and has wrinkles all over her face at the age of forty. Her face is full of the vicissitudes of life.

She is a little dull, not good at speaking, and she avoids looking at people and is very timid.

Perhaps because their carriage was too dazzling, the three young boys all stuck their heads out of the house to look at the group of people staying overnight.

Although it was dark and the view was not clear, the dim moonlight allowed one to see the tall horses and the magnificent carriages. It was strange that such a wealthy person would stay at their house.

The adobe house is better than Chunhua's. It can be seen that it makes a difference when there is a strong man at home.

Zhang arranged accommodation for them and prepared to boil some water for them to wash their faces.

Luo Yu quickly took out two hundred coins and handed them to Zhang, saying it was accommodation fee. Zhang took the money stiffly, and her pale face flushed red, obviously she was excited.

"I, I'm going to talk to the child's father. You gave too much."

"Not much, Auntie. You go and rest first. Mother and I will boil some water ourselves."

"Oh, then you guys are busy. We don't have much to treat you at home." Aunt Zhang rubbed the tattered corners of her clothes fiercely. It was obvious that the big string of copper coins was hot in her hands.

"No need for hospitality, thank you, auntie, you should go and have a rest."

After Aunt Zhang returned to the house, Luo Yu asked Xiao Yi to take their respective basins, towels, mouthwash cups and spare clothes from the carriage.

Bai Lingyi was stunned. These two sisters had prepared everything for their trip. Could it be that they originally planned to live in the carriage?

The most important thing is that there are also washbasins for Baihu and Goupaizi.

What a great experience.

Bai Lingyi was surprised, but when Sister Luo Yu gave him and Fang's share, his eyes became red again.

Afraid of being discovered, she turned her head to wipe her tears, but was seen by the lackey who stuck his head out and immediately told Xia Liang. Xia Liang then stuck his head out to look at Bai Lingyi, his eyes full of curiosity and care.

Xiao Yi felt embarrassed when he saw the two people staring at him. He patted the dog's head and turned into the house.

Feiying watched this scene from afar, secretly surprised. Could Baihu and Gouzi truly understand human nature? They could actually get along so well with the young man from the Bai family (whom he had inquired about at the Tianbao County gate) whom they had just met?

Unbelievable, so unbelievable.

Besides Feiying, the other two secret guards also began to wonder. If the white tiger really understood human nature, then why would it carry a dead person out of the city?

Perhaps the dead person was Miss Ling Hong’s sister, Miss Qin Luohong?

There are too many things that I haven't figured out, and seemingly normal speculations sound very unreasonable.

Miss Ling Hong's sister has no household registration and is now using the identity of Bai Fengchu, the eldest daughter of the Bai family. This is the only accurate information obtained through tracking, and Feiying has sent a message to King Ning through the post station.

As soon as the morning hour arrived the next day, Uncle Zeng went out to work.

Qin Bingrui woke up early and greeted him. Uncle Zeng asked him to sleep a little longer, saying that his wife would cook porridge for them.

After a while, Bai Lingyi got up and prepared to go to the kitchen to boil water, but he didn't know how to burn firewood, so his hands and feet seemed redundant.

The Zeng family's eldest son, who had just turned nine, got up with Bai Lingyi. Seeing him busying around in the kitchen, he walked over and asked, "Don't you know how to light a fire?"

Bai Lingyi felt embarrassed the first time he faced a kid with ragged clothes, messy hair, and half a head shorter than him.

He shook his head, then nodded.

The eldest son of the Zeng family grinned and said, "I know how to do it. Let me teach you!"

The Zeng family's eldest son and Xiao Yi soon finished lighting the fire. Aunt Zhang then walked into the kitchen and said hurriedly, "Don't worry about this, I'll do it."

Bai Lingyi was dragged out of the kitchen by the eldest son of the Zeng family, and happened to run into Luo Yu who was woken up.

She glanced at Bai Lingyi, whose face was smudged, and then at the Zeng family's eldest son, who was as thin as a carrot. She patted Bai Lingyi on the shoulder and said, "Take your younger brother and ask your brother Bingrui for a box of cakes."

"Ah."

Luo Yu entered the kitchen and saw Zhang busy at work. He asked, "Aunt Zhang, is Uncle Zeng out working before dawn?"

"Yes, it's wheat harvest time now. The past few days, my child's father, our eldest and second sons, and I have been helping to harvest the wheat. We have been working day and night and have just finished harvesting the 20 mu of land for the landlord. We still have 20 mu of our own land. The weather is changing so fast. If there is another heavy rain, the wheat harvest will be reduced this year... Sigh!"

"Is that so? No wonder you and uncle looked so worried since last night. These days are really hard."

"I'm not afraid of hard work. Farmers always work hard."

Seeing Aunt Zhang preparing to cook porridge, Luo Yu hurriedly took out a small bag of rice and a piece of pickled meat from the carriage.

"Aunt Zhang, there are many of us and we have a lot to eat. Let's make these together this morning and eat together."

"Hey, you just paid so much for accommodation last night, the breakfast should be paid for by us."

"Auntie, my family can feed several people. I'm afraid your family's food for a week is not enough for us to eat in one meal. Besides, the money for last night was for accommodation, so you don't have to feel guilty."

Aunt Zhang lowered her head, not knowing what to say. She could accept the gap between the poor and the rich in her heart.

After breakfast, Luo Yu said he wanted to go and take a look at the wheat field.

It happened that Aunt Zhang took her two older sons to work in the fields, and the youngest son, who was only five years old, was alone at home cleaning the yard, which made Luo Yu and Bai Lingyi stare at each other in amazement.

The five-year-old boy is actually quite capable.

Qin Bingrui called out his lackeys to help watch the carriage and protect Fang, and he himself wanted to go to the wheat field to take a look.

The three of them left with Aunt Zhang's family. The lackey lay outside the carriage and saw people coming in and out of the village. He didn't know whether they were going to work or to see the carriage.

The villagers of Yunxi Village are relatively simple and have never seen any wealthy families. Even the merchants who travel along the way rarely live in the village. They just come here to see something new.

When the boys saw the dog legs, they were filled with emotion. The dogs of these wealthy families were big and strong, with shiny fur, and were completely different from the local dogs in their village.

The lackey stared at the group of people vigilantly. Seeing them walking back and forth, looking at the horse and then the carriage, and then looking at the carriage and then staring at it, the lackey's gaze followed their gaze back and forth.

The dog is so tired.

"Tui'er, you must be hungry. I'll go cook something for you."

Fang slowly came out of the house. She knew that everyone had left, so the task of cooking for Baihu and Gouzi fell on her.

"Wang Wang!"

Goupaizi now likes Aunt Fang the most. She calls him "Tui'er". The word "er" sounds so gentle and much better than "Goutaizi".

Fang had been living a life of luxury for decades, from being a young lady to being a lady, served by a group of people. She had learned how to cook when she was a girl before getting married, but she hadn't done it herself for fifteen years. She hoped she wouldn't mess it up.

Unexpectedly, after burning firewood for half a day, she still failed to make the fire, and Fang was so anxious that her face turned red.

The third son of the Zeng family stuck his head out of the door, hesitated for a moment, and then slowly walked into the kitchen. He looked at Fang and whispered, "Auntie, I can light a fire. Let me help you light it!"

"Hey, San'er, you're so good. Auntie will cook some meat for you later."

"Well, Auntie is so nice!"

San'er's voice was so soft and sweet that it melted Fang's heart instantly.

Yier was like this in the past, but now he has never been seen happy at all.