After dying early, I traveled to ancient times and became a boy

Ye Xunqing handed him the charcoal and said, "Since you can read, write down what you want to say." He then said, "Xiaobai, go get him some candy."

After eating the candy, the boy felt stronger.

"What's your name? Where do you live?" Ye Xunqing said, "Just write it on the ground. It's not clean anyway."

My brother was quite dirty, so Ye Xunqing didn't let him sleep on the bed. I found some old clothes and spread them on the floor for him to sleep on.

"Mo Yuyan, that's a nice name." Ye Xunqing recognized the words on the ground. "Where are you from? Is anyone still home?"

Mo Yuyan wrote: My father and brother are dead, and my father and sister were sold to another place.

"So you were sold here?" Ye Xunqing asked him, "How old are you?"

Mo Yuyan drew a "sixteen".

"Sixteen?" Ye Xunqing nodded slightly, "The same age as Ah Heng's younger brother."

"That's it." Ye Xunqing clapped his hands and stood up. "If you want to survive, you have to work. But I have to remind you, I don't like those who play tricks on me. If you play tricks on me or lie to me, I will make your life worse than that of a human trafficker."

Mo Yuyan was scared. He shrank back and nodded.

Ye Xunqing planned to train Mo Yuyan to take care of the child. He had many things to deal with in the future, but he couldn't take Xiaobai with him for every task. He was worried about leaving Xiaobai alone at home. Now, someone came to take care of Xiaobai.

Ye Xunqing was disgusted by his dirty appearance, so he said, "Xiaobai, go boil some water and give this brother a bath later."

Mo Yuyan was very scared. He shook his head repeatedly, indicating that he didn't want to take a bath.

Ye Xunqing said, "Why are you staying here without taking a shower? My place is clean, and you look so dirty, and you smell so bad. If you don't wash yourself, Xiaobai and I will be unable to sleep because of the smell of you."

Mo Yuyan felt very guilty, so he agreed to take a bath.

His hair was dirty and messy, and even had lice, which Ye Xunqing could not tolerate. He took a pair of scissors and wanted to cut all of Mo Yuyan's hair. Although Mo Yuyan didn't want to, he was just a bought slave. He had to do whatever his master asked him to do and could not resist.

After changing four buckets of water, Ye Xunqing finally washed Mo Yuyan clean. He looked at Mo Yuyan with the help of the oil lamp and found that he was indeed handsome. Brothers and sisters were naturally beautiful, but this man was undoubtedly very beautiful.

Mo Yuyan touched his face and found it was indeed much cleaner. His hair had become shorter, but it was very clean. He was worried that his appearance would be remembered by others, so he pretended to be crazy. But now that his master had washed him clean, he could no longer pretend to be crazy or stupid.

"He's a handsome guy." Ye Xunqing likes good-looking people. "Get up and dry yourself. It's time to rest."

Mo Yuyan walked straight towards the tattered clothes on the ground, but Ye Xunqing stopped him, "What are you doing there? Come here and sleep."

Mo Yuyan pointed at the dirty clothes on the ground, "Ah...ah..."

"Don't sleep there." Ye Xunqing had already made the bed. "There's no curtain there, and you'll be bitten to death by bugs. Come and sleep with us."

Mo Yuyan couldn't believe it. How could a master and a slave sleep in the same bed? Unless they bought it to warm the bed.

But Ye Xunqing is also a brother, and there will be no good results if two brothers are together, and the brother's thing cannot be used.

"Come here quickly, there are centipedes crawling on the ground." Ye Xunqing frightened him, "Sometimes there are poisonous snakes crawling by, right next to your ears, and they will bite your ears if you are not careful."

Mo Yuyan was frightened and ran to the bed.

"Ah ah..." Mo Yuyan's throat could only make sounds but not speak.

Ye Xunqing felt it necessary to teach him sign language so that communication would be more convenient.

He used to be a volunteer at a school for the deaf and dumb, and specially learned daily sign language, but later he didn't use it. Unexpectedly, sign language would come in handy again here.

"Go to sleep. I'll teach you sign language tomorrow so you can talk to me." Ye Xunqing lay down and said, "Just stay here and feel at ease. I won't hurt you, and I won't let anyone hurt you. We're all people who have left our homes, and I know how hard it is for you."

Mo Yuyan fell asleep. This was the first time he had a good night's sleep since his father and brother were executed and his father was sold along with them. He dreamed of his father and sister, and in his dream, they were crying bitterly.

Ye Xunqing got up very early. He had no money left, so he had to find a way to make more. After all, there was one more person to feed in the family.

As soon as he went out, he saw a large group of people going up the mountain, each carrying a bamboo basket on their back.

"Uncle, what are you doing?" Ye Xunqing called out to one of the middle-aged men.

The middle-aged man replied, "I'm going up the mountain to pick mushrooms. Qing'er, how did you know people in town like to eat mushrooms? I picked some last time and sold them for over twenty coins."

Ye Xunqing smiled and said, "Just go to town more often and you'll find out."

Then the man asked again: "Qing Ge'er, I heard that you made a sauce that is very fragrant and very profitable, is that right?"

Ye Xunqing said openly, "I did make a little money, but I've already taught everyone how to make the sauce. If you want to learn, you can come to my house. My second mother is learning how to make the sauce."

The man hesitated for a moment. "Meat is too expensive. I don't dare to try it. I'd better just pick mushrooms. But there hasn't been much rain recently, so mushrooms are hard to pick."

Ye Xunqing knew he needed to change his product, and he wanted to sell something cheap and in large quantities, with the goal of small profits but quick turnover. Mushroom and meat sauce was too expensive. Not only was it expensive, but it also had a tough time selling. If he tried to mass-produce it, it would definitely not sell.

He continued walking in the village and suddenly saw an old man digging something in the ground. He was curious and went over to take a look.

The old man bent down and pulled out a handful of seedlings. Duck egg-sized balls were brought out one by one. Upon closer inspection, they turned out to be potatoes.

"Strange." Ye Xunqing found it interesting. "This place is indeed different from the time and space I live in. There are actually potatoes."

When the old man heard him speak, he straightened up and looked at him, "Qing'er, what are you doing?"

Ye Xunqing didn't know him and didn't dare to call him by any name, so he said, "Just take a look around. I see your potatoes are growing well, quite a lot."

"Potatoes, what potatoes?" the old man asked in confusion.

"This is what you dug." Ye Xunqing thought, it seems that the potatoes here have another name.

"You mean ground eggs?" The old man showed him the potatoes in his hand. "They do grow in the soil, but they don't look like beans."

"Oh, it's ground egg." Ye Xunqing thought the name was quite appropriate. "How do you eat this?"

The old man was a little puzzled. "Aren't these things cooked and eaten? Qing'er, are you losing your memory?"

Ye Xunqing replied, "That's because I fell into the water a while ago and my brain was damaged. I can't remember some things."

The old man didn't think much about it, "Oh, so that's how it is."