The Ming Dynasty’s Prodigal Son

Zhou Kang's eyes widened, an unbelievable look.

He felt that Zhou Yi was bragging.

Anyway, the big guy hasn't seen him eat meat, he can do it all!

But ...

Zhou Yi's sloppy appearance, and even if it was a burden, he still looked straight like a javelin, but it still made Zhou Kang a little ignorant.

Poor and rich.

Of course, it does n’t mean that poor people can study, let a person leave production, and go to study exclusively. It is a heavy burden for ordinary people. If you used to want to test the merits in the past, you still need to be taught by famous teachers. For play.

Can be rich but it is also real.

In the entire small mountain village, the vast majority of people are full and hungry. The vast majority of people have not eaten meat a few times in their lives. There is no oil in their stomachs. Almost everyone is thin and yellow, walking on the road. Both legs are shaking.

Therefore, many people are clearly very young, but their bodies are rickety, skinny, and there is no trace of spirit, and their skin color is like old elm skin

20-year-old people, like 30 or 40 years old.

And because most people are chronically malnourished, everyone is still short.

You can take a closer look at Zhou Kang, but it is completely different. Although his skin is dark, he looks very full. Where there is a rhomboid, there is a rhomboid, and where there is meat, there is meat. He looked symmetrical and looked closely. He found that he had grown taller this year, and his eyes were exceptionally divine.

This ... does he really eat meat?

Zhou Yi did not continue to brag about anything.

Has been in the army for a long time, used to practice, and does not find anything to do. Especially after returning from the army, I always feel uncomfortable all over.

He continued to carry tirelessly, harvesting, just like a calf. In the evening, he worked alone, more than three or four strong men.

Several cousins ​​were already exhausted and paralyzed.

Zhou Yi was still energetic and went to Uncle's house for dinner at night.

Uncle was also willing to let Zhou Yi's Auntie cut some bacon, stir-fry some side dishes, and reorganize some muddy rice wine, and ordered several elders to come and accompany the wine.

Juniors are no longer invited.

Well, please do n’t be able to.

At this time, in Zhou Kang's eyes, Zhou Yi was already qualified to be at the same table with the elders. As for the other muddled boys, they didn't bother to bother.

Zhou Kang first sighed, saying that Zhou Yi's father had left early, how pitiful the orphans and widows were, and now it is a good thing.

For Zhou Kang, he had a son and raised three or four people, or even more. This is the good news. This is not only good news, but also good news.

With this energy, this life must be hungry and undead. In a famine year, when others starve to death, Zhou Yi can also find food and food.

"Will you be able to fight the roe deer?" Zhou Kang asked.

"Anyone who can shoot arrows will be able to fire," Zhou Yi said: "But the bow is not easy to find."

Will shoot arrows ...

"Tu ..." Zhou Kang and several uncles stared at each other.

Archery can be different. There is not a lack of mountain products in the mountains. When the farm is idle, a group of strong men will go up the mountain, pick wild vegetables and mushrooms, or play some game. Of course, the cost-effective ratio is very low. You may not be able to reap the results of your running. You are wasting your strength in vain. The wild things in the mountains are all fine.

But if you can shoot arrows, it will be different.

Everyone in the village will shoot such a shot or two, but it does not mean the accuracy of the shot. It is necessary to know that a qualified step archer needs years of practice to barely achieve the accuracy of the shot.

"Take a target in the army, ten arrows can make four or five arrows." Zhou Yi is very humble. People drink yellow wine, they are sips of mouthfuls, one is reluctant, the second is because of reluctance, so the amount of wine is relatively shallow, he does not In the same way, a bowl of rice wine, dried directly into the throat between words, wiped his mouth.

"What……"

Uncles, look at me, I look at you, and look at Zhou Yi like a monster.

Somehow, Zhou Yi's words, although people always think it is a fantasy, but his face of loyalty and fortitude, people have to believe.

At this time, an uncle couldn't help mentioning: "After some days, the rice is harvested, but don't eat it. Now, although Xishan Qianzhuang is rent-free, it can save some surplus grain all year round, but it can sell some surplus grain. Now, a pound of rice, if it is better, can sell two pennies, then change the copper coins, go to the collection to pull some cloth for your mother, make a good dress. "

"Two texts?" Zhou Yi frowned, saying: "But when I pass through Ningbo City, I know that a pound of rice can sell seven texts."

"This ... how is this possible, Liu Dong's family in the collection all said, the current rice is not valuable ... can he deceive?"

Zhou Yi suddenly felt awkward. When he saw several uncles watching him, he said: "The price of the acquisition is Wuwen. I just listened to a few robes. Although there is a family in the country, the family is leaning against the city. Jin, I will arrive in a few tens of miles, or else, I will go to my book to ask my fellow robe? "

"Repair the book?"

Uncles felt crazy again.

Zhou Kang felt that his brain was about to explode. He took a breath and was so shocked that his speech became a little unfavorable: "Repairing a book ... Is it a letter to write, would you write a letter?"

Zhou Yi said honestly: "If there are night classes in the army, I don't study well. My husband always scolds me."

Zhou Yi said he could do it, but unfortunately he couldn't find the pen and ink, so he found a piece of straw paper, and then found a piece of carbon, and actually began to write on the scratch paper.

The eyes of uncles are straight, writing ... The doll of the third family can actually write, this is a talent, it's amazing, it's amazing.

In fact, Zhou Yi ’s characters are not good. His characters cannot even be included in the scope of running a book. They can only be regarded as barely neat. That ’s it ... In the cultural class in the camp, they are still often criticized, and they can read the word , But it was barely able to cope.

He is going to write a letter, but is a fellow robe in Ningbo. Because he is from the same country, he has a good relationship with the army.

After a moment, the letter was written, Zhou Yi said: "Tomorrow I will go to the market trustee to send it, ask, and I will know. My robes, like my own brothers and brothers, are lifeless friendships."

Which one in the army is not a fatal friendship? At the time of the rebellion, the big guy stood shoulder to shoulder, handing over his left, right, and behind him, fighting in the dark, if anyone made a mistake, it would not only kill his life, but also make his robe back. Exposing to the enemy, guarding each other and saying fate is not an exaggeration.

And Zhou Kangren waited, the beard began to tremble again.

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In fact, Ningbo City is not far away, even if you walk, you can get there in three or four days.

So soon there was an echo.

Only came not from letters, but Zhou Kang's robe actually came by himself. Not only did he come, he also came with a merchant who was in a car.

The appearance of this team suddenly made the whole small village boiling.

Zhou Kangnai, an old man from his village, came to meet him personally. Looking at this merchant in silk clothes, there was another person like Zhou Yi who was on his back, and a few guys. His eyes were straightened, and he had a sense of inferiority. Looking down at the patch on his body, he looked ashamed.

It was when Zhou Yi and Robe Ze met. They were very intimate and hugged each other directly. They asked each other about the current situation and asked about the current whereabouts of other Robe Poems.

This merchant was surprisingly polite to Zhou Yi.

Merchants are insightful people, knowing that the people from the First Army are not ordinary, people, they all talk about people, the average person is muddled, he ca n’t make a fart for a long time, but he has seen Zhou Yi ’s robe. In the talks, I dared not wait for idleness.

The merchant said: "I listened to Liu Xiandi and said that the price of rice here is cheap, so I came here to tell the truth, I collected this rice, I went to brew, the price is of course good negotiation, but it needs to be good rice All the money for four pounds was collected, and all of them were sold. If you want to sell them, hurry up and call them. Oh, is this Zhou Xiandi? Zhou Xiandi ... who is also capable, why not go to Ningbo for a job? In this mountain village , It is inevitable that you have ruined your skills. "

"Four essays ... Where are the four essays ..."

The village is boiling again.

Zhou Kang's happiness almost passed out.

In the past, it was only two pennies. It was a profiteer in the market, who bullied our countrymen without knowledge!

And now ... four articles can be sold.

"Quick, quick, please inside, please inside."

In the whole small mountain village, he regarded the merchant and Zhou Yi's robes as nobles.

People happily rushed to tell each other.

On the second day, the merchants and fellow robes left.

Zhou Yi has been sending them out for more than a dozen miles. When he came back, he found that his door was overcrowded.

Most of them are women.

Looked at him with a strange look.

In this little hut ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ seems to be shining brightly.

"Liu Zhuang has a daughter who has a good temperament and a good-looking child. She used to be a matchmaker and broke through the door.

"You know the bamboo sculptors in the market, they have a shop in the market, they have money in their homes, and they have no sons, just two daughters, and they want to find a good family, who is in the town, There are three-storey shops, every year casually, there are not dozens of silver? "

Mother Zhou was surrounded by many matchmakers and was dizzy and dizzy.

In the past, the family was orphans and widows. No one could admire it. The son joined the army, let alone mention it.

But his son came back less than a month later, and suddenly became a confectionery, as if all at once, the Zhou family became an identity family.

The media-keepers, like flies smelling the meat, came in droves, and there was no one left in the villages and villages where there were daughters.

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Thanks to Li Guanyu (Yueguan) and the AL trainer, the two big brothers who rewarded the tiger, the tiger kneeled, Yueguan is the grandfather of historical novels ... Thank you very much for the reward.

Another reader said that water is actually not water. This plot is very difficult to write. In fact, it is very troublesome, but it must be written.

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