After entering the book, I took the Party A system to escape famine

Chapter 107 Schrödinger's Joy
Sun Peifang ate an egg with mixed feelings.

Staring at the upper room with the door closed, she kept silent from beginning to end. Now that the fire in the hearts of the villagers was extinguished little by little by the eggs and white rice, she began to suffer again.

"Baby's father, do you think the young master can't make things difficult for a girl?" Sun Peifang told Zhu Wuliu all kinds of possibilities.

No matter what, I feel that this is very strange.

He turned around and dragged Wu Youren, who was drinking water and rinsing eggs, and said, "What did you tell that lord? Why does he only want to see my Huan'er? You said something right, right?"

How is it possible, how could Wu Youren be that kind of person, he waved his hand and told Sun Peifang to relax.

They just want to inquire about their village's experience in epidemic prevention. This matter was instigated by Zhou Huan, so naturally only she can explain it clearly.

Wu Youren said again: "You don't have to talk about it outside. Everyone is a refugee and cherishes each other. When you come, you carry a big flag and hope that everyone will know that no one in your village has been left behind, and you will still do it on the way. Many good people and good deeds.

Stop talking irritatingly here. "

Sun Peifang breathed a sigh of relief and couldn't let it go, so if she was honest, she wouldn't let it go?This is also thanks to Zhou Huan.

So... She also figured it out, asking Zhou Huan about this matter, there is really nothing wrong with it.

If you ask them, maybe it's really easy to get into trouble.

Turning her head again, Sun Peifang found that besides her getting angry, Zhou Man was also very anxious. He was so anxious that he put such a delicious food in his hand, but he didn't move at all.

"Xiao Man, don't worry about your sister. Your sister has a bright mind. Besides, we have done good things along the way. Maybe he is learning from your sister."

Listen, the princes, imperial physicians, and soldiers of the imperial court need to learn scriptures from his sister.

Zhou Man couldn't believe it, and his sister hadn't come out for so long, she was his only blood relative, how could he be able to eat.

Every minute and every second felt like years, and when Zhou Man felt that many years had passed, Zhou Huan was finally invited out of the house.

Jiang He and Lou Dehua walked in the front, followed by a group of soldiers accompanying the army, and finally Zhou Huan and Tianbao.

Before leaving, Jiang He said to them: "There are still some things I want to ask, but I will talk about it tomorrow because of your hard work."

However, he still has a lot of things in his heart that he wants to say to Mr. Lou, and he will take Mr. Lou back to the yamen to rest tonight.

"Yes." Zhou Huan nodded.

It's not "Minister thank you Lord Hou for your compassion", but it means "Yes."

Hu Zi frowned, leaving a look of disbelief and followed Jiang He away.

But Jiang He let it go for the time being, but the imperial doctors he brought felt that the question was just about to be asked.

Immediately when Zhou Man rushed over, he put a human wall between the two of them.

"My surname is Jiang. You can call me Jiang, the imperial physician."

Zhou Huan was stunned for a moment, and immediately began to imitate the posture of the maid who served them tea just now, bowing and saying: "The daughter of the people has seen Jiang Taiji."

The old man in front of him was startled, shut his mouth and frowned, "My surname is Jiang, Gong Chang Jiang, not Jiang, but Jiang."

Bow length... jiang?open?
The accent of this southerner is strong enough.

Zhou Huan hurriedly apologized and said with a smile: "The daughter of the people has seen Doctor Zhang."

The person on the opposite side finally got what he wanted, narrowed his eyes and said, "Come here and tell me the formula of your potion in detail."

Zhou Huan, who didn't eat, didn't rest, and didn't get his pulse, was like a bolt from the blue when he heard this sentence, especially the smell of rice had been coming from the door. She was too familiar with it. It was the long-grain rice by the Songhua River. smell.

Tears welled up in the girl's eyes.

He was inadvertently watched by the people following him.

He kindly reminded his colleagues: "Didn't you hear that, this girl will be questioned by the Marquis tomorrow, so be careful tonight, I can't stand it with my bones."

Then he said in a lower voice: "This is the disciple accepted by Mr. Lou. Although he is not a child of Guanjue's family, he likes Mr. Lou just now."

Physician Zhang twitched his shoulders when he heard it, raised his hand and patted his forehead lightly, he was busy and confused, because what he was thinking in his heart was right in front of his eyes, and he suddenly didn't hold back.

After the two people discussed and muttered, they gave way to Zhou Huan, and asked the little girl to rest first in the meaning of being unbearable to look at the Buddha's face in front of the monk.

Also lest I get tired and dizzy all the way, and I don’t talk in detail.

In this way, the siblings finally met, Zhou Man didn't care too much, Xiao Zang held the egg that had been peeled long ago, put it on the hot rice, and fed it to his sister bit by bit.

And I was also very worried about whether his sister was frightened or bullied.

I thought his sister should take it as seriously as before, but took his sister to look at him with teary eyes.

It's not easy, it's too difficult, my knees are so painful, I can't even drink a sip of water when I stand up.

A typical person is sitting and she is standing, and she is watching while others are eating.

The class division of the ancient people is too serious.

So Zhou Huan also thought about it, her younger brother may have a long time in the future, and the fastest way to save her from suffering is to make money. If you have money, don't worry about ancient and modern times, it will work wherever you go.

……

At night, after several months, everyone in Songshu Village had their own beds.

Although there are more than twice as many people as there were before, the young master is very confident in Youzhou, and has booked the largest inn in Qingmen County early in the morning.

Just as You Wang has the perseverance and unyielding strength of character, his people must also have such a tenacious belief in life.

So tonight, even if a family of more than a dozen would be squeezed into one room, some would sleep on the bed and some would sleep on the floor, it wouldn't matter.

They are very contented, and they will joke about themselves.

For example, Sun Dazhuang didn't have a family, and it wasn't easy to squeeze in with the village head and his family, and it wasn't easy to squeeze in with the family with daughters, so he just packed up and went to the woodshed.

There is still plausibility in his mouth: that place is warm, and if anyone of you has a cold house, please tell me, and I will quietly bring some firewood in my arms.

But the big guys are very contented, and they all shout that they don't need it anymore, and it's very good now.

And Zhou Huan, at the moment she is huddled on the same bed with the women at home, she is very content: the quilt is too soft, and the bed is too comfortable, she can stretch her waist and legs.

It is stronger than the heated kang at home.

"Mother, this cotton is really good." Xibao pulled the quilt on his body again, and sniffed it close to the tip of his nose.

It turns out that fresh cotton has no strange smell, and it turns out that cotton can be so light.

She really wanted to pull out the cotton inside and stuff it into her clothes.

As soon as this thought came out, everyone on the bed and on the ground giggled.

Zhou Huan almost fell asleep, so he spoke irresponsibly:

"You wait for my sister to get rich. My sister asks you to wear new cotton every year. The cotton in Xinjiang is white and soft. It's very good. At that time, the cotton clothes and quilts will have to be changed every year. It's not good if you don't change them." make."

what border?

It sounds quite exotic.

And what kind of family are they? The cotton is changed every year.

Zhu Wuliu covered his mouth with a quilt and laughed. His niece really resembled him, and there was no guard on her mouth.

　I wish my best aunt Sun Peifang a happy holiday, and I wish the goddesses who read books a happy holiday

　　
　
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