Traveled through time with my ex-boyfriend [Chang Tian]

【Thin-skinned little man】

In the evening of that day, after work, waves of people flocked to the old village head's house, bluntly saying that they wanted to register.

The old village chief recorded the number of people with a smile, and the next day he went to the county in the Ye family's ox cart.

The county magistrate Tan attached great importance to this, and immediately brought the two hostesses to Hanjialing with the household register.

Seeing that the parents and officials in Daning County are so close to the people, the victims lost their last hesitation. They immediately knelt down and kowtowed, expressing their desire to settle down.

Tan Hui is only in his thirties, full of talent and passion, but because of his lack of knowledge, he can only be trapped in this remote place.Just when he was about to accept his fate, this happened.

At this time, he was standing on a high hill, looking at the weather-beaten and expectant faces, the ambitions of his youth could not help but well up in his heart.

He immediately called the yamen servants, borrowed rice paper and books from the Ye family, and together with the two masters, wrote down the names and faces of the victims one by one.

From early morning to sunset, the three of them didn't have time to eat, but they didn't even finish recording [-]%.

County magistrate Tan was young, so he didn't think much of it. Poor those two bosses, who were already over fifty years old, and couldn't even hold the pen holder when they wrote.

Fortunately, on the second day, Li Yao sent his staff from the mansion to help, and finally recorded all the victims in the register at dusk.

The old and young women and children add up to a total of [-] people, not only one is missing, but even a little more than before.

After discussion, these people did not belong to Hanjialing, but formed a new village - Beilai Village.

There is no village head in Beilai Village, and the old village head of Hanjialing will serve concurrently for the time being. Instead, a manager and errand runner will be elected, that is, the scholar who first came to apply for the job——Liao Huan.

As for the location of the new village, after the magistrate Tan asked Li Yao for instructions, he allocated the barren hills west of Hanjialing to them.

Speaking of which, Hanjialing is blocked by Hanling Mountain in the north and Jinjiang River in the south. The transportation is inconvenient and the land is barren. Although it is the most extensive village in Daning County, it is also the poorest.

Over the past few decades, all the women in the village who were able to marry outsiders have married out, and all the men with a little bit of connections have also moved to the county town.

Therefore, although allocating half of the house land, the villagers did not lose much. On the contrary, they got some permanent land as rewards, which is the foundation of the peasant family.

Next, the boundary markers were buried, the fields were divided, and the houses were selected. The instructions were carried out in an orderly manner.

As for those few Yongye fields, some people get good ones, some get poor ones, some get more and some get less, but no one has any objections.

Compared with leaving their hometown and being displaced, being able to settle in a down-to-earth manner, have a farm, and their children can still study is a good thing that they can't even dream of. Even if they have the opportunity to return to their hometown in the future, they say It is not an exaggeration to say "returning to my hometown with honor".

When the nearby villages received the letter, Yu Lizheng, that is, Guan Dalang, took the lead, pulling rice, carrying noodles, pots, pans, needlework and cloth.

It can be regarded as a housewarming gift, and it is also the wishes of the neighbors.

So far, Beilai Village has been officially included in the county annals of Daning County and has become the most populous village in the county.

Those migrant households really took off the hat of "disaster victims" and became villagers of Beilai Village, Daning County.

Although everyone observes different customs and speaks different accents, they have really become the closest neighbors.

After doing all this, County Magistrate Tan remembered that this matter should be reported to the person in the capital, oh, by the way, the guards in Anzhou should also make a statement.

When writing the notebook, he couldn't help laughing himself.

Now, in the territory of Daning, only the Marquis of Chang'an is known, but not the official family.

***

Ye Fan is not in a hurry to build a mushroom house anymore, the most important thing right now is to dig out the cave dwelling in Beilai Village.

Although there are more than 1000 people in the village, they are mainly women and children. The young and strong have been pried away by Li Yao.

Li Yao can't help with this either, his family's trilogy are either originally from Hedong, or come from the capital, and they have never lived in caves, let alone digging.

At the critical moment, it was Guan Dalang who stood up and led the nest-digging experts from several nearby villages to choose a homestead, scrape off the face of the cliff, and started working lively.

The best one to dig is the "Yazhuang Kiln". You just need to lean against the side of the mountain, use the cliff's potential, flatten the cliff face, and open it up.

However, most of the villagers' homesteads were not facing the cliff, so they negotiated to combine several houses together to dig a "earth pit kiln".

Ye Fan's family lived in an earth pit kiln.

It is necessary to dig a large rectangular pit on the flat ground, then cut the four sides of the pit into vertical cliffs, and then dig caves on the four sides of the cliffs.

This is the most common kind in the local area, and it takes the most effort to dig.

The villagers in Beilai Village were grateful, and the men dug the soil and planed the trees, while the women prepared rice and noodles, and every meal was well cooked.

One day, Ye Fan was wandering here and saw several women setting up a big pot at the entrance of the village. There was a strange shelf on top of the pot.

There was boiling water in the pot, and the steaming heat made people's faces turn red.

A woman stuffed a ball of dusty dough into the cylinder, then grabbed the handle on the shelf and pressed it heavily, and round noodles emerged from the bottom, and with a thin blade, the long noodles fell to the ground. in the pot.

The long noodles tossed up and down with the boiling water. After a while, another person took a pair of long wooden chopsticks, stirred and pinched, and the taupe noodles fell into the large rough pottery bowl.

The third person took the bowl, immediately sprinkled green onion, parsley, radish sticks, and poured the hot oil-soaked seeds on top——

With a "gudong", Ye Fan swallowed a big mouthful of saliva.

The women turned their heads one after another, and when they saw it was him, they were both happy and nervous.

"Xiao Lang-jun is here?"

"Aren't you going to eat yet?"

"Sit down, I'll make you a bowl of noodles!"

Ye Fan really wanted to politely decline, but he couldn't move his legs no matter what, smelling the smell of oily smell.

An older woman, who presumably was the leader among them, said with a smile: "Yesterday I killed two sheep, and today I boiled sheep oil, stewed hooves, and made some oily dumplings, which just boiled a few sheep. Bowl of glutinous rice noodles, let those brothers who are working have a taste."

As he spoke, he stuffed the hot noodle bowl into Ye Fan's hand.

Ye Fan picked up a chopstick and swallowed it together with green onion and cress, his eyes lit up immediately.

"I've eaten Hele noodles before, but they were not so strong. It also had an indescribable aroma, as if the noodles were mixed with oil."

"What Xiaolang ate before was probably made from pressed winter wheat. It was whitish and soft. This is how we make it. We mixed buckwheat and naked oats, and it was made like this."

After eating most of the bowl of noodles, Ye Fan remembered the origins of these women—they were the ones who were first brought by Liao Hao to work.

Ye Fan heard from Aunt Yu that they all came from Yanmen County, Daizhou. The men in the family lost their lives in the war and caught up with natural disasters.

It was lucky to say that these people met Liao Huan first and then Ye Fan, otherwise they really don't know what would have happened.

Ye Fan suddenly thought of the bags of buckwheat grains at home, and couldn't help asking, "Can my sister-in-law know how to make buckwheat tea?"

"Xiao Lang is asking the right person." The woman smiled and pointed to the celery chopper next to her, "My English girl used to sell tartary buckwheat tea."

Ye Fan was overjoyed, and said, "May I trouble my sister-in-law to fry some?"

Yingniang is tall and thin, with a slightly dark complexion, and a pair of bright eyes, "We poor people drink that to cure diseases, what does Xiaolang fry it for?"

Ye Fan smiled, "It's very useful."

Yingniang also smiled, and asked again, "Do you have buckwheat?"

Ye Fan nodded, "It's more, wages..."

Yingniang waved her hand, "Xiao Lang gave us these few lives, what about wages!"

The women all nodded.

The leader, called Xu Niang, took a bowl filled with two scorched sheep's hoofs and brought them to Ye Fan, "I was about to deliver them to you, but I just happened to come here, eat it while it's hot."

Ye Fan was so greedy that he grinned and began to eat unceremoniously.

Opposite sat a young woman with a baby in her arms.

The doll was probably hungry, waving her thin hands and pulling at his mother's clothes.

The woman didn't shy away from it, and immediately opened the neckline and started feeding.

At that time, Ye Fan was gnawing on a sheep's hoof, his bright black eyes were rolling around, looking at the surrounding scenery.

Unexpectedly, seeing the baby sucking milk, her tender and white cheeks turned red like a persimmon after autumn.

He hurriedly turned his back, grabbed a sheep's hoof in one hand, and ran away without saying hello.

The women looked at each other, "What's wrong, Mr. Xiao Lang?"

The breastfeeding woman pursed her lips and laughed with a "puchi".

Everyone thought about it one after another, and couldn't help laughing.

Among them, Yingniang laughed the most, "Hahaha... he's only too old to be ashamed?"

Xu Niang covered her mouth, "He is a young man after all, with a thin skin!"

Yes, but a young gentleman.

Before that, Ye Fan was raised too high——Ye Shanren, the little fairy boy, the great benefactor... It sounds like a world is separated.

After doing this, at least in the eyes of the women, he turned back into that flesh and blood young man, a greedy and shy young man.

After all, it is more cordial than Fairchild and the like.

***

At the same time, in the capital.

County Magistrate Tan's papers were placed on the imperial case, and the elderly emperor squinted his eyes, looked at it from beginning to end, and immediately smiled contemptuously.

"What does that kid from the Li family think? He doesn't want a good future, but he just ran to that place where the birds don't shit. That's fine, but such a thing has to happen!"

"Collect the victims? How much food and land does he have, and can he withstand such a toss? Tell me, is he stupid?"

The palace man lowered his hands and said with a smile: "The sage is absolutely right."

The old emperor leaned on the dragon chair, shook his head, and muttered in his mouth: "Silly, really stupid..."

The palace man responded on the face, but sneered in his heart, who might be stupid!

On the other side, Anzhou received Daning's residence report one step earlier than Beijing.

King An was not as stupid as the officials, he immediately saw the interests behind the victims, and even did not hesitate to speculate on Li Yao's purpose with the most sinister intentions.

The eldest son, An Huai, was King An's most valued son. The father and son discussed in the study for most of the night, but they still couldn't think of a way to deal with Li Yao.

After all, it was because Li Yao was too powerful.

The common people didn't know about it and made up random rumors, but he knew about it. The words "single-handedly singled out the Khitan's [-] soldiers" are too subtle.

More than three thousand soldiers?

King An saw with his own eyes that Li Yao, with a knife wound on his leg and a feathered arrow stuck in his back, forced his way into the Khitan royal court and executed three princes in succession. The head of the old Khitan emperor hung for ten days !

At that time, King An was standing behind Li Yao, with all the crossbow arrows in his sleeves ready, he didn't dare to release them.

Furthermore, Li Yao's roots are too deep.No one believed that he had actually surrendered "all" of his troops.

In addition, Wang An still has a doubt in his heart. He looks too much like that person...too much alike.

That day, Wang An's study room was lit up all night, and everyone in the mansion was trembling.

Except An Rong.

Ever since Chunri bought medicinal wine from Ye Fan, he would send Ann back every other month.

Just last month, Anhui brought an interesting news——Hanjialing was planting a tree, a strange-shaped tree that was said to grow food.

From then on, An Rong became even more certain that this young gentleman of the Ye family was definitely not someone in the pool.

As soon as the news of the disaster victims reached Prince An's Mansion, An Rong immediately thought that the matter was probably related to Ye Fan.

At the beginning, Father Ye sent food and grass all the way across thousands of miles, which happened to be included in his army and relieved his urgent needs. An Rong has always kept this kindness in his heart.

Young man of the Ye family, he is his father who does not disgrace.

A flash of admiration flashed in An Rong's eyes, he turned around and brought a box of gold cakes, and handed them to An Hui, "Secretly send them to Hanjialing, and hand them over to Ye Xiaolang in person."

The right is to contribute!

After all, there were also Anzhou people among the victims.

After all, they are all citizens of the world.