After dressing as a superb old woman, I am bound to the power system

The carriage drove for half an hour and arrived at Feng'an Town.

Feng'an Town is a must-pass for entering and exiting the capital from the south. There is also a very efficacious Jokhang Temple next to it. Merchants traveling from south to north and dignitaries wearing splendid clothes and carriages can be seen everywhere in the town.

When Qiao was a child, her relatives took her to the Jokhang Temple. After she got married and had children, she took her husband and children at least once a year, spending a lot of money on sesame oil.

Mr. Qiao in his memory is very familiar with Feng'an Town.

"Mom, Feng'an Town has arrived." Duan Mingchen stood in front of the carriage.

"Find a yard to rest." Qiao Lan's voice sounded faintly from inside the carriage.

If he were traveling on a regular basis, Qiao Lan would definitely be the first person to jump out of the car and enjoy the scenery.

Just thinking about getting through these bad things, Qiao Lan just opened the car curtain and took a look.

Now that we have arrived in Feng'an Town, it's time to think about what to buy.

Duan Mingchen, who was standing outside the carriage, paused slightly when he heard Qiao Lan's words, and looked at the bustling street with a little sadness in his heart.

Find a yard.

His mother has just recovered from her illness, and it stands to reason that she needs to find a place to take a good rest. However, the current situation at home cannot afford even staying in an inn, and finding a yard will probably cost a lot of money.

Touching the remaining coins in his pocket, Duan Mingchen, who was always positive and optimistic, rarely frowned.

This was the first time in his life that he had to worry about money.

Qiao Lan had just arrived, and although she had accepted all of Qiao's memories, she was, after all, an aloof lady and didn't quite understand some of the details.

I have never experienced the hardships of ordinary people, and I don't know Duan Mingchen's current embarrassment. I thought that the Duan family had some money on hand.

According to Qiao Lan's plan, they have to buy a lot of food.

The place where the inn is is crowded with people, and it is inevitable that people will be concerned about it. It is better to find a courtyard, which is safer.

Got off the carriage and arrived at the place.

Everyone in the Duan family saw a house with a collapsed green brick courtyard wall and an old wooden door that was mostly eaten away by insects.

The iron lock on the door had long formed a thick layer of rust. Through the dilapidated cracks in the door, Qiao Lan could see the broken doors and windows inside. There were even a few weeds growing at the door.

Not to mention the weeds and dead branches growing in the yard.

Qiao Lan looked at the yard for a long time without holding back a word. Qiao Sitong supported Qiao Lan, feeling uneasy.

In the streets and alleys, many idle women pointed at Qiao Lan and his group and chatted.

Words such as broken courtyard and haunted house popped out of their mouths, as well as inquiries into the origins of Qiao Lan and his group.

Duan Mingchen probably noticed that Qiao Lan was in a bad mood, so he immediately stepped forward to apologize and said, "Mom, it's useless for me to be my son. I can only find a yard like this."

"But this yard is cheap. You can live in it for two nights for one penny. My son wants to save more. With so many people in the family, renting a big yard costs more than ten pence a night, and staying for three or four days costs fifty pence. Five

The ten cents saved can buy a lot of food...Mom, life is a little hard now, and my son will definitely make it up to you in the future!"

Duan Mingchen persuaded him earnestly. Even if the Duan family members on the side could not accept the dilapidated yard in front of them, they agreed with his words. Saving fifty cents can buy a lot of food!

The Duan family has no money.

"Go in." Qiao Lan said expressionlessly.

The Duan family members all breathed a sigh of relief after hearing this, for fear that the old lady would get angry and make trouble again.

While Qiao Lan looked at the yard, she silently counted the time since she entered the town and sighed that her fourth son, whom she had picked up for free, was capable.

It took such a short time to find the cheapest yard in this town. It was a little dilapidated, but at least the roof didn't collapse.

After walking a few steps into the courtyard, Qiao Lan pulled at the weeds that were half a person's height beside her feet.

Upon seeing this, Duan Mingjing hurriedly came over and pulled up the weeds in front of Qiao Lan, "Mom, let me do this job."

Duan Mingjing immediately pulled all the weeds a few steps away from Qiao Lan. After pulling them, he threw them to the wall and winked at his wife, "Go and move a stool for mom!"

"Everyone move! Clean up the yard!" Duan Mingjing called to everyone.

The yard is a bit dilapidated, so his mother can't live there like this.

Qiao Lan sat down on a stool in the dilapidated courtyard and watched her children and grandchildren busy in the garden, picking up weeds, repairing doors and windows, using branches to remove cobwebs, and carrying buckets to the street to fetch water and come back to scrub the tables and chairs.

Duan Sitong, who had been waiting on the old lady, was not idle either. He gently fanned the old lady with a cattail leaf fan and looked at the Duan family in the courtyard from time to time.

There is an extremely thick old tree in the courtyard, three stories high, which cannot be hugged by three or two adults. The shade of the tree tightly covers the small courtyard, isolating the scorching sunshine, and the cool breeze blows from time to time, bringing it with it.

A bit of a soothing feeling.

Taking another look at the dark and dilapidated house, it looked like a haunted house.

Qiao Lan is not afraid of haunted things!

What ghost can be more scary than a poor ghost?

The yard isn't hot, and Qiao Lan doesn't need Duan Sitong to fan her all the time.

Qiao Lan: "Tong'er, go and call your second uncle."

Duan Sitong nodded, "Okay, grandma."

The little girl immediately jumped out and looked for Duan Mingjing outside.

Duan Mingjing said he went out to fetch water with a bucket, but he actually stood by the well for a while. There was a big tree with leafy branches beside the well, and Duan Mingjing squatted on the other side of the tree to block it.

Most of my body shape.

Duan Mingjing felt that he was not lazy, but needed to recharge his batteries for a while before he could do the next work!

Who knew a bucket was so heavy? He finally lifted it, and not only did his arms feel sore, but his waist also ached.

I don’t have the energy to carry the second bucket!

It’s better to call Duan Mingchen and Duan Mingqing later, they are very powerful!

"Second uncle, grandma is looking for you!" Duan Sitong ran over in small steps.

Hearing his niece's voice, Duan Mingjing slowly straightened his back and stood up from where he was, "I know."

Duan Mingjing rubbed his waist while walking.

"Young man, you didn't bring your bucket!" shouted the old man who was enjoying the shade under the tree.

Duan Mingjing hurried back to get the bucket, "Thank you, old man."

After the older one and the younger one had gone far away, the old man who was sitting by the well fetching water couldn't help but chat a few words.

"This life is really interesting. I came to the well to fetch water and returned with an empty bucket."

"I don't know where their family came from. They have several carriages and live in a haunted shabby yard. They say they are poor, but they don't look poor either."

"...I heard that rich men like strange objects. Maybe they like haunted houses."

…

Duan Mingjing had no idea that his family had become the center of conversation among the elderly on the street.

When he entered the door, he put down the barrel and approached Qiao Lan with a smile on his face, trying to be a good and filial son. "Mom, look for your son!"

Qiao Lan nodded and looked at his second son.

Duan Mingjing is not bad looking, he is tall and elegant, and when he walks on the street wearing a rich robe, no one will believe him if he is said to come from a scholarly family.

He may be good-looking, but he has a bad temperament.

The ability is not very good either.

"Mom! Are you hungry?" Duan Mingjing bowed slightly and asked considerately.

Qiao Lan shook her head and finally fixed her gaze on Duan Mingjing's chest.

Qiao Lan: "Take off your clothes!"

The smile on Duan Mingjing's face changed slightly, with a hint of confusion, "Mom, it's probably indecent to take off your clothes in such a large public."

Duan Mingjing's daughter-in-law, Mrs. Shang, is not in the yard at the moment. There is only Mrs. Liu nearby who is weeding in the corner.

When I heard this, I couldn't help but wonder, thinking about what kind of medicine the old lady was selling in this gourd?

I started to toss other men in the family again.