Prodigal Son of the Ming Dynasty

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Zhou Kang's eyes widened in disbelief.

He felt that Zhou Yi was bragging.

Anyway, the big guy has never seen him eat meat, so he can do whatever he wants!

But……

Zhou Yi's hulky-backed appearance, and his straight body like a javelin even though he took on a burden, still made Zhou Kang a little confused.

Poor culture and rich martial arts.

Of course, it doesn’t mean that poor families can study. It is a heavy burden for ordinary people to let a person leave production and study exclusively. For play.

But Fuwu is also real.

In the entire small mountain village, the vast majority of people are full and hungry. Most people have never eaten meat a few times in their lives, and there is no oil in their stomachs. Almost everyone is pale and emaciated. Walking on the road, Both legs are shaking.

Therefore, many people, who are obviously very young, are already rickety and skinny, without a trace of energy on their bodies, and their skin color is like old elm skin.

Twenty-year-old people are like thirty or forty years old.

And because the vast majority of people are in a state of long-term malnutrition, everyone is still short.

But if you look closely at Zhou Kang, it is completely different. Although his skin is dark, he looks plump. Where there should be water chestnuts, there are water chestnuts, and where there should be flesh, there is flesh. He looked well-proportioned, and upon closer inspection, he discovered that he had grown quite a bit taller this year, and his eyes were particularly radiant.

This...he really has meat to eat?

Zhou Yi didn't continue to brag about anything.

After staying in the army for a long time, I got used to drills and didn't find something to do, especially when I just came back from the army, I always felt uncomfortable all over.

He continued tirelessly to carry and reap, like a calf, and by evening, he was doing more work than three or four strong men alone.

Several cousins ​​have already been exhausted and paralyzed, and they are not strong.

Zhou Yi was still in good spirits, and went to his uncle's house for dinner at night.

The uncle was also willing to let Zhou Yi's aunt cut a few taels of bacon, stir-fried some side dishes, and made some cloudy rice wine, and called a few elders to come over to accompany the wine.

Juniors are not invited.

Um, sorry.

At this time, in Zhou Kang's eyes, Zhou Yi was already qualified to sit at the same table with the elders, and he didn't bother to pay attention to other muddle-headed kids.

Zhou Kang first sighed, saying that Zhou Yi's father left early, how pitiful the orphans and widows were, and now they are promising.

For Zhou Kang, raising a son who is worth three or four other people, or even more, is promising. Not only is he promising, but he is also very promising.

With this strength, he will definitely not starve to death in this life. In times of famine, when others starve to death, Zhou Yi can find food to eat.

"Can you shoot roe deer?" Zhou Kang asked.

"I know how to shoot arrows, and firecrackers are fine too." Zhou Yi said, "But bows are hard to find."

I can also shoot arrows...

"Tsk tsk..." Zhou Kang and his uncles widened their eyes at the same time.

Knowing how to archery is different. There are not no mountain products in the mountains. During the slack season, a group of strong men will go up the mountain to pick wild vegetables and mushrooms, or hunt some game. Of course, the cost-effectiveness ratio is very low. Sometimes, after a few days, the mountains and plains are full. If you run, you may not be able to gain anything. It is a waste of energy. The wild animals in the mountains are all fine.

But it's different if you know how to shoot arrows.

Everyone in the village can shoot once or twice like this, but it doesn't mean that the shot is accurate. It must be known that a qualified infantry archer needs years of practice before he can barely achieve accurate shooting.

"When shooting a target in the army, ten arrows can hit four or five arrows." Zhou Yi is very modest. Same, a bowl of rice wine, while talking, went straight into the throat and dried it, and wiped his mouth.

"What……"

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

For some reason, although Zhou Yi's words always make people feel that they are fantasy, but his honest and resolute appearance makes people have to believe it.

At this time, an uncle couldn't help mentioning: "In a few days, the rice will be harvested, so don't eat it all. Although the Xishan Bank is rent-free, it can save some surplus grain throughout the year, but these surplus grains can be sold as much as possible." Now, if a catty of rice is better, it can be sold for two pennies, and then I will exchange it for copper coins, and go to the market to pull some cloth for your mother to make a good dress."

"Two Wen?" Zhou Yi frowned, and said, "But when I passed through Ningbo City, it was clear that a catty of rice could be sold for seven Wen."

"This... How is this possible? Dong Liu's family in the collection has already said that the current rice is worthless... Can he deceive people?"

Zhou Yi suddenly felt strange, seeing several uncles looking at him, he said: "The purchase price is five renminbi, I just heard from a few colleagues that although there is a family in the country, but the family relies on the city. Jin, it’s only a few tens of miles away, how about I write a book and ask my comrades?”

"Revision?"

The uncles felt that they were going crazy again.

Zhou Kang felt that his head was going to explode, he gasped, and was so startled that his speech became a little awkward: "Repairing books...is it writing letters, you know how to write letters?"

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

Zhou Yi just do it

Unfortunately, I couldn't find a brush and ink, so I found a piece of straw paper, and then found a piece of carbon, and actually started writing on the straw paper.

The eyes of the uncles are all straightened, writing... the dolls of the third family can actually write, this is a scholar, it's amazing, it's amazing.

In fact, Zhou Yi's handwriting is not good. His handwriting can't even be included in the category of cursive script. It can only be regarded as neat and tidy. That's it... In the culture class in the camp, he is often criticized. He can read and break characters , but barely able to cope.

What he wanted to believe was a colleague in Ningbo. Because he was from the same town, he had a good relationship in the army.

After a while, the letter was written, and Zhou Yi said: "Tomorrow, I will go to the market and ask someone to deliver it, and I will find out after asking. My comrade is usually like my own brother and foot, and is a fateful friendship."

Which one of the people in the army is not a life-saving friendship? Back then when the rebellion was suppressed, the big guys stood shoulder to shoulder and handed over their left, right, and back to them. The fight was in the dark, and anyone who made a mistake would not only kill his own life, but also make his back It is not an exaggeration to be exposed to the enemy, protect each other, and say fate.

As for Zhou Kang and others, their beards began to tremble again.

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

So there was an echo soon.

It's just that it wasn't a letter that came, but Zhou Kang's Pao Ze actually came in person, not only came, but also came with a merchant who was escorting a cart.

The appearance of this group of people immediately made the whole small mountain village boil.

Zhou Kangnai is an old man from the village, and he came to greet him in person. Looking at this merchant in silk clothes, another man with a hulking back like Zhou Yi, and a few guys, his eyes were straightened, and he felt a bit inferior. Looking down at the patch on his body, he looked ashamed.

On the other hand, when Zhou Yi and Pao Ze met, they hugged each other very intimately, asked each other how they were doing, and asked about the current whereabouts of other Pao Ze. They seemed to have endless words.

This merchant was surprisingly polite to Zhou Yi.

Merchants are insightful people. They know that the people who come out of the First Army are not ordinary. People, they all look at people's conversations. Most people are in a daze, and they can't make a fart for a long time. But he has seen Zhou Yi's robes, several times Talk, don't dare to take it lightly.

The merchant said: "I heard what Liu Xiandi said, and said that the price of rice here is cheap, so I came here specially. To be honest, I collected this rice to make wine. The price is of course negotiable, but it needs to be good rice. , four pennies a catty, everything is collected, and if you want to sell, hurry up and weigh it. Oh, is this Zhou Xiandi? Zhou Xiandi... is also a capable person, why don't you go to Ningbo to find a job? In this mountain village , it is inevitable that you have ruined your ability."

"Siwen... Really Siwen..."

The village is boiling again.

Zhou Kang was so happy that he almost fainted.

In the past, it was only two pennies. He was a goddamn profiteer in the market, and he didn't know how to bully us country people!

And now... four articles can be sold.

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

In the whole small mountain village, this merchant and Zhou Yi's comrades were regarded as nobles.

People were overjoyed and rushed to tell each other.

On the second day, the merchant and his colleagues left.

Zhou Yi sent them away for more than ten miles, but when he came back, he found that the door of his house was already overcrowded.

Mostly... all women.

They all looked at him with strange eyes.

In this small thatched hut, it seemed to be full of brilliance all of a sudden.

"Liu Zhuang has a daughter who has a good temper and a pretty face. The matchmaker broke through the door before and refused to answer. Liu Laosan has such a daughter and is reluctant to marry her..."

"The Zhumi craftsmen in the market, you know. They have a shop in the market. They have money and no sons. They only have two daughters. They want to find a good family. His family is in the town. How about a shop with three bays, casually every year, without dozens of taels of silver?"

Surrounded by many matchmakers, Zhou's mother was already dizzy.

In the past, there were orphans and widows in the family, and no one looked up to them, let alone the son who joined the army.

But the son had only been back for less than a month, and suddenly he became a favorite, as if all of a sudden, the Zhou family became a respectable family.

The matchmakers, like flies smelling meat, come in droves, and there is no one left who has a daughter in the four towns and eight miles.

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Thanks to Li Guanyu (Yueguan) and the al trainer for the reward, the tiger kneels, and Yueguan is the ancestor of historical novels... Thanks for the reward, thank you very much.

In addition, some readers said that there is water, but in fact there is no water. This plot is just more difficult to write. In fact, it is very troublesome to write, but it must be written.

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