Chapter 8 Bad Luck
The room was brightly lit, the cicadas chirping non-stop. The oil lamps in the rooms had been extinguished at some point, and the two of them were sleeping side by side on the wooden beds.
The morning sun rose and the cocks crowed incessantly!
When Ning Yan walked out of the room and breathed in the fresh air, she felt completely refreshed. When she raised his head, he saw the sky which was as blue as newly dyed brocade.
Standing at the side of the well to look for water, after washing up, Ning Yan walked towards the kitchen. After lighting a fire and boiling some water, he cooked a vegetable porridge and steamed it with roast wheat. Ning Yan returned to her room and picked up Little Bun who was lying on the bed: "There's more than enough time to get up and run."
"Running?"
"Hm, it's good for the body." He pulled Little Bun along to change into his new clothes and took advantage of the morning breeze to run on the mountain road.
There were still a lot of people in the fields in the morning. Mrs. Huang was the wife of the village's blacksmith, she carried a hoe and walked along the road, seeing Ning Yan, a look of surprise flashed past her eyes. This big sister from Ning Family loved to go out the most, but not only had she come out today, she was even wearing new clothes with her little son.
", you woke up so early?"
"Good morning, Aunt Huang!" Ning Yan called out, and continued to run.
Ning Yu replied, "Good morning, Grandma Huang."
Mrs. Huang was even more surprised that someone, who usually did not even hold his breath, would actually greet him.
Seeing that Ning Zui was also wearing new clothes, Mrs. Huang's heart was finally relieved, and she sighed in her heart, "Big Sis Ning Family has finally grown up."
No matter how much the father didn't know, the child's flesh would fall from his body in the end. He might even have to rely on the child to support his family in the future. How could he just ignore that?
As he ran past the back of Mrs. Huang, he bumped into a lot of people.
After all, in the future generations, there would often be a few men who would lose their innocence after reaching thirty years of age and become responsible for it. Compared to those people, her change could not be considered big, at most, it was just a sudden maturity.
He ran along the path at the foot of the mountain and returned home to find that the firewood under the pot had already been extinguished.
After washing his hands, he pulled the blushing face Ning over to sit at the wooden table, scooping meat porridge into a bowl. Just as he took a sip of the porridge, Tata's footsteps rang out from the courtyard.
Ning Yan put down the bowl in her hands, got up and opened the door, what entered her eyes was a young man dressed in coarse clothes and green robes, he had a handsome appearance, and on his body there seemed to be the smell of books, the younger brother of the original owner, the son that Mrs. Xu doted on, Ning Qianci.
"Sis."
"It's here. Have you eaten?" Ning Yan said, she turned and walked out of the house and retrieved a bowl from the kitchen, and poured a bowl of vegetable meat porridge, inviting Ning Qianci to eat.
In the original owner's memory, only this little brother of hers would give her a little kindness. When she had nothing to eat, he would give her a few kilograms of coarse grain and also secretly give her two taels of pork during New Year's Day.
If it wasn't for her brother, the original owner would have died of hunger long ago, and she wouldn't be alive right now.
Ning Qianci sat down on the wooden block naturally and picked up the bowl. Seeing the rice in the bowl, his expression became complicated and he took a sip of the meat porridge.
"Big Sis's porridge tastes very good."
"Eat as much as you want!"
"Yes." Ning Qianci nodded. He came here in order to ask what had happened in the family the day before. After he returned from the county's private school, his family was in a complete mess.
If it wasn't for him rushing home early, his mother would have probably been killed.
However, after coming here, the opponent had finally woken up. It was as if nothing bad had happened, and the elder sister could not help but scold him.
Big Sis used to be a gentle, smiling girl.
But... He had encountered something that most people didn't want to encounter. If his sister had insisted on working in the fields and hadn't listened to his mother's words, she wouldn't have been kidnapped by the bandits and would have been ruined.
Of course, Ning Qianci would not know this, it was not that the original owner was not going home, but the work in the fields was not done yet, and he could not go home.
Realizing that Ning'er was wearing brand-new clothes, Ning Qianci said, "Little Fishy is a sensible child, you should have treated him like this a long time ago."
"…" Ning Yan did not want to speak, to speak the truth, because she was not the original owner so that she would not put those things in her heart. Otherwise, if it was someone else, even if those free and easy girls in the future had children after they were strong, they would more or less be at ease with each other in their hearts.
Ning Yan did not continue, and instead asked: "How are you preparing for the Autumn Competition, over there, I even dreamt that you would be able to obtain the position of an official."
"There's still some time left. These things are all destined. There's no hurry."
"En!" Ning Yan wasn't familiar with Ning Qianci, so she casually talked for a while before walking out of the courtyard to tidy up the messy courtyard.
Ning Qianci sat for a while longer, then headed back to his house and returned to the courtyard. All he heard was his sister-in-law Ning Wan'er scolding him.
The smile on his face gradually faded as he returned to his room. He cleaned his hands and lit incense before sitting down at his desk. He then took out the book with the broken page and carefully studied it.
Ning Qianci going around the house, did not bring much change to Ning Yan's life.
After pulling the weeds out of the yard, he walked back and forth with the stone roller. When the road became smooth again, he stood up straight and looked at the fence. Living at the foot of the mountain and using these kinds of fences to surround the city walls, aren't you afraid of a bad year where fierce beasts would descend the mountain? Tsk, thinking about it now, the original owner has been able to get away with it after a few years, his luck is really good.
As for her … He had been unlucky and decided to prepare early. He stretched out his hand to touch the scab on his forehead and took a few coins to go to Mrs. Huang's house.
The man from the Mrs. Huang was a blacksmith, she was in urgent need of axes and machetes, if she wanted to obtain these, she had to go to the man's house in the Mrs. Huang, the silver that she had just exchanged was like flowing water. Ning Yan's heart ached.
Looks like I still have to think of a way to earn some money.
He followed his memory and found Mrs. Huang's courtyard. Knocking on the door, he saw a man with a half naked body. His skin was dark and dense sweat was flowing on his muscles.
This person was Zhang Tiehzhu, the son of the Aunt Huang. He had married a wife two years ago, and had bad luck.
"The Aunt Huang is not here? "I want two wood knives …"
"To deliver the goods in the county." Zhang Tiehzhu's voice was slightly muffled, he took a step back and invited them to his house, then led Ning Yan to a room that held iron grade equipment, inside which were knives, scissors, and other daily necessities.
Although the Zhang Family was a blacksmith from everywhere, they didn't have many things stored in their house. In the end, it was their era's limitation. Iron was valuable, even blacksmiths didn't have much. Needless to say about quality, he could only make do with it.
Ning Yan picked a hoe that she urgently needed and paid. She suddenly asked: "Brother Tiehzhu, can I go and take a look at your forge?"
"Why do you look at that?" It's hot. "
"…" Ning Yan did not say anything, she could not say that she despised these iron grade equipment, the quality of the firewood knives forged by the Zhang Family could not be compared with the cold weapons used by the future, whether it was in terms of hardness or flexibility, she could not be satisfied.
Thinking about it, she imitated Jiao Jiao Li's look and looked at Zhang Tiehzhu.