After the rebirth of the queen princess, her farming is also overwhelmed!

Chapter 5 Settlement in Zhangmu Village

So, she took a step forward and said shamelessly: "Li Zheng, we are just resting temporarily and we won't disturb others. If it really doesn't work, can you tell me if there is a ruined temple or house nearby where I can rest?"

Li Zheng relaxed his frown and asked him to take in these people. He would never be able to take in these people. He would not be able to open other people's homes, and no one would be willing to take in refugees fleeing the famine.

Li Zheng's splayed eyebrows said seriously: "There is no temple in the village, but there is one in this shabby house, but..."

The man on the side immediately understood and told Nalanjing the story of that room vividly.

The house is not considered a dilapidated house, but has been abandoned for many years.

The original owner of the house was a lonely old man in the village. He had no children or a wife. He was withdrawn and rarely interacted with others. He had a skill in bamboo weaving. With this skill, he could live in poverty. However, as he grew older, he was infected with the disease.

When he became seriously ill, he did not tell anyone in the village. Instead, he put all the money he had accumulated over the years on the table, tied a rope and hung himself from the rafter.

The person's smell was discovered several days after his death.

As the head of the village, Li Zheng had no choice but to take money and help with several families in the village to arrange the funeral arrangements and find a place to bury the person.

That house was already remote. The lonely old man hanged himself due to illness. From then on, no one dared to set foot there. It was left alone for several years. The house did not fall down, but it was definitely uninhabitable.

The old woman and Rong Yu looked sad, and began to hesitate in their hearts whether they should live there.

They hesitated, and couldn't help but look at Nalanjing. Since it was a house where someone had died, ordinary people would find it unlucky. She was a delicate daughter, so she would definitely disagree even more.

Nalanjing's eyes lit up and he asked happily: "Li Zheng, can this house be rented?"

The owner of the house has passed away and the village has not done anything to dispose of it. It would be a good thing if it could be rented out. The money can be used for the village's public use.

He looked calmer and said, "Miss Rong, you can rent it if you want. It's five hundred coins a year. I don't know if it's feasible?"

Five hundred yuan is not much, it is enough for a year.

Nalanjing was happy in his heart and discussed it loudly: "We have rented the house, but it may take a month or two to get the money to Li Zheng. If you think it is okay, just open the lease and have an IOU. If we have two months

If we fail to pay back the five hundred coins, you can drive us away, or escort us to the Yamen Reporter to settle the account."

The man also thought it was feasible, and immediately started to help and talk. He felt sorry for the family. The old and young in the family were sick and penniless. If they had no place to stay, they would probably die in the wilderness sooner or later.

Li Zheng still agreed.

He didn't know much about literacy, so the rent lease and debt arrears were not complicated, and he wrote a lot in the village. At this time, he entered the house and quickly came out with the written documents and asked Nalanjing to sign them.

Paper is expensive, and so are brushes, which of course you won't get here.

What Li Zheng handed over was a piece of rough hemp paper and blackened charcoal. To make a mark, you had to bite your fingertips and press it on.

Nalanjing looked at the handwriting and could vaguely understand it. It was similar to the fonts she knew, but it was not completely different.

While Nalanjing was looking at the receipt, a young man's voice sounded behind him: "Sister-in-law, the lease is for one year and the debt is 500 yuan."

It is virtue for a woman to have no talent. Most women are illiterate, even if they are the daughter of a wealthy family.

Rong Yu thought she was illiterate.

Nalanjing nodded, and when he was about to take the charcoal pen to sign, the young man took the charcoal pen first and said straightly: "Sister-in-law can't read, let me sign it."

Nalanjing had no choice but to give him the IOU in his hand. He saw him holding the hemp paper and walking to the wooden stake nearby. The hand holding the charcoal was actually his left hand?

Nalanjing took a look at his handwriting. The handwriting was green and the writing was unstable, but he could barely read it.

The ugly handwriting has nothing to do with left and right handwriting, but this left-handed person's writing is not ugly. It's just that his writing power is unstable and his handwriting is green, as if he doesn't write often. There is only one possibility. He must usually use his right hand.

Nalanjing knew that he was hiding his clumsiness on purpose, and saw him reach out and bite the tip of his finger, press it on his name, and then return the hemp paper to Li Zheng.

Li Zheng took the hemp paper and thought there was no problem. He went back to the house to find the key to the room, locked the door at home and took them to the room.

Nalanjing already knew that this kind-hearted elder brother's surname was Zhou, the second in the family, and everyone called him Zhou Lang.

He originally wanted to take them with Li Zheng, but halfway along the way his family came and asked him to go back to work, and then he said hello and left.

It took the Li Zheng family a quarter of an hour to walk to the house at the foot of the mountainside.

Li Zheng pointed to the house overgrown with weeds and said sternly: "This is the house. Let Sanlang and I go back with these weeds. I will lend you a sickle to cut the weeds and clean the house so that people can live in it."

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Nalanjing took the key from his hand. He didn't know what he was thinking. There was no dissatisfaction on his face, and he said gratefully: "Thank you, Lizheng. When the house is tidied up, we will invite you to sit in the house."

Li Zheng: "..."

Li Zheng asked Rong Qian to follow him home to get the sickle, but he didn't stay for a moment longer.

This house has been abandoned here for many years. When people in the village go up the mountain, they have to walk around it during the day, let alone sit in the house.

Only outsiders like Nalanjing are willing to rent this house.

However, they don't live here, they can only live in a cave. Not to mention the humidity in the cave, it can't house people when it rains. When the wolves are hungry and crazy, they will die.

After Li Zheng left, Nalanjing looked at the yard and house through the overgrown weeds.

The yard surrounded by bamboos is quite large, with about three rooms and a large area. If the owner hadn't hanged himself, it wouldn't have been abandoned.

"Sister-in-law, I know how to do this. Please go aside and rest first."

Rong Qian quickly came back with a sickle, holding the sickle and cutting the grass hard.

Listening to his dignified tone, Nalanjing couldn't help but raise a smile on his lips, folded his sleeves, and pulled out soft grass roots.

Xiaosi and Xiaowu stared at it blankly for a while, then moved to Nalanjing's feet and squatted down to pull out young grass.

Rong Yu took Xiao Liu off his back and put it in her grandmother's arms. She helped clean up the grass that Rong Qian had cut on the ground, held her in her arms, walked outside and threw it out.

Rong Yu has been studying literature since he was a child, but Rong Qian is a martial artist, with rough skin and thick flesh that can withstand beatings. He wields a sickle and cuts hard grass roots nearly two meters high.

After a while, the grass in the yard was cleared away, revealing the original appearance of the house.

Nalanjing was surprised to find that the mud roof was actually made of tiles.

Along the way, they saw many houses with mud roofs and tile roofs, as well as many thatched houses. It can be seen that not every household can afford to build a house with mud roofs and tile roofs.

Compared with thatch roofing, tiles are stronger, more breathable, and better at blocking rain.

Zhou Zuorang said that this old man had worked hard for decades, had no children, and lived a poor life. He didn't save any money to build a house.

There is no system, the heroine's character is automatically written, as the old saying goes: Mechanics are tireless!

(End of chapter)