Modern people traveled to ancient times, but there was no difference on the surface.

But there are still many differences in behavior and conversation.

For example, Yang Mo has a unique charm - to be precise, it is not charm, but the inherent trait of ordinary people in the civilized era: equality.

Of course, this does not mean that people do not exist in civilized society when they see people as low as they are. On the contrary, they are even very common.

But whether this kind of contempt or not, there is probably a prerequisite, that is, I regard you as a human being, but I just look down on your work, your character, or even look down on you simply because you are poor.

This has a fundamental difference from the division of hierarchical identities in feudal society.

Yang Mo did not think that his attitude towards others was of special nature, but among the people he had come into contact with, especially those with a servant, it was extremely rare.

For example, Ma Sanbao let go of his grudges and treated him sincerely because he could feel the true concern from Yang Mo and the feeling of treating him from the bottom of his heart.

In feudal society, whether it is a slave or a servant, what they receive in this society from childhood to adulthood is that they are inferior and are born to obey others' drives.

In their opinion, there is nothing wrong with this, everyone is like this.

But when meeting someone like Yang Mo who puts them on the same level from the heart is like a person who is used to the darkness suddenly sees the sunshine.

I can't tell how good the sun is, but I feel comfortable staying in the sun.

For example, the celadon that is now being carried by Yang Mo.

The little girl was a little restrained at the beginning, but she walked and chatted with Yang Mo. When she got to the vicinity of her home, she seemed to slowly accept the "brother" who had saved her twice.

He talked and laughed, and threw the idea behind his previous words about whether men and women should be taught or not to be close.

After chatting, Yang Mo found that the little girl liked to talk stubbornly.

She said she felt comfortable being carried by someone, but she said no, she felt comfortable riding a horse.

Yang Mo said that his riding skills were very good, and there was another horse given by someone else.

The little girl didn't believe it, but she just said she didn't believe it, and didn't say what she thought: Where can you buy a horse if you are a straw sandal?

Huasu lives in a small yard. It is surrounded by a bamboo forest and a vegetable garden is open outside. It is summer, with plenty of rain and lush growth.

Not far from the Fen River, when I was running by myself in the past, I occasionally looked here and saw this bamboo forest, but I didn’t expect there was a yard behind the bamboo forest.

She sold her to someone as a maid since childhood and lived with her own lady.

Yang Mo did not inquire much, put her down, and agreed to take her horse to show her one day, so he said goodbye.

Huasu stood at the door, watching Yang Mo leave, and then she entered the yard with two dou of rice.

When I closed the wooden door, I saw a girl leaning against the door of the house. She was tall and beautiful, but her face was a bit pale and looked very weak.

"Oh, Miss, why are you getting up?"

Huasu quickly stepped forward to support her.

The lady smiled and said, "I see that you have not returned for a long time, and I am worried about you and am about to find you."

"You go back to the house quickly. It's windy outside. It's not good if you catch a cold."

Huasu helped her into the house, poured her a cup of hot tea, and sat aside.

She grew up with the lady since childhood. Her lady is the closest person and she doesn't hide anything on weekdays.

He chattered and said what happened today. The lady was frightened. He heard that the man came back with her back with her frown slightly. Just as he was about to speak, Hua Su asked, "Miss, this guy, the guy and the woman don't kiss you behind her. I really have that saying, "What kind of girl is lame, brother is carrying it..."

But she forgot what happened later.

"If a man and a woman don't give a kinship, it's a ritual. If a sister-in-law drowns and helps her, she's power. Where is there any girl... the girl is lame..."

Speaking of this, I felt a little displeased with the man who saved his maid.

He treated Yang Mo as a kind-hearted effort to deceive the little girl's disciple.

"That man beat someone in the street but was exempted from punishment. He must have paid an extra fine and said that he had a horse, so how could he be a straw sandal? "

The girl analyzed and turned around and took out a box from the window behind her: "You will pawn these jewelry tomorrow and return it to him. If he comes again, he will ignore it. If he does anything arrogant, he will report it to the official directly."

Hua Su still wanted to speak for Yang Mo, but when she saw the lady's face was serious, she knew that she was a stubborn person, so she could only say no.

But he pushed the jewelry box: "Miss, these jewelry are dowry left to you by the wife, and they cannot be pawned. Don't worry, if he comes again, I will ignore him."

As he said that, he stood up and refused to give the lady a chance to speak: "Miss, I'm going to cook, you have a good rest."

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Yang Mo naturally didn't know that in the eyes of others, he had become a disciple with other intentions.

On the way back, I kept thinking that since I returned to Taiyuan that day, I have never ridden that horse again.

If there was no such horse, I would be afraid that I would come back with my legs.

I remembered the horse and the servant who gave the horse.

If you have the chance, you must go and search for the servant and thank him for his kindness to give him.

When I returned to the mansion, I happened to meet Ma Sanbao. When I heard Yang Mo ask about which horse he wanted, I talked a lot about how to improve riding skills.

Yang Mo was eager to try it out, and Ma Sanbao poured cold water on him again, saying that there were too many refugees inside and outside the city and were not suitable for riding a horse.

After a few days, I was a little disappointed when Yang Mo heard this, and said that he could lead the horse out for a walk.

First, cultivate feelings with the horse, and second, let the horse adapt to the new environment.

Yang Mo thought about it and thought about the fine. It was fine, so he went out to take a walk with his horse and paid the fine by the way to see how the cripple dealt with that Zhao San.

I "borrowed" two hundred stagnants of money from Ma Sanbao, and led the horse out.

The nearest road to the temporary yamen of the bad guys is to pass through the market where you weave straw sandals before.

When I passed by the market, I happened to meet the group of children who were squatting at their own location.

When they saw Yang Mo, they all gathered around to eat.

Seeing that these children were darker and thinner than the previous few days, Yang Mo couldn't bear it and bought a roast chicken alone.

I saw that the street in front was full of refugees, and for fear that he would lead the horse to shock and hurt people, so I tied the horse to the tree by the river and told the group of children to take good care of it, and go back by myself.

After walking for a while, I saw the temporary yamen of the bad guy.

There was a group of young people dressed in well-dressed and hand-cranking paper fans in front of the yamen, noisy and noisy.

A few familiar bad people maintained order, but still couldn't suppress the noise.

"What's wrong? This is?"

A bad person who maintained order happened to be the patient he treated that day. When he saw Yang Mo, he quickly saluted.

He called Mr. Yang and quickly replied: "It's nothing big. He just caught a refugee holding a sword in the street. As soon as he came in, the group of young men came and said that the refugee was fighting with them and had not finished fighting yet, so he asked us to release them."

The refugees who held a sword in the street and fought with these young men?

Just as I was about to continue asking, I saw several bad people who had just taken Zhao San out of it. When I saw Yang Mo, I quickly invited him in.

Zhang Crook was not here, and Yang Mo didn't care about it. He planned to pay the money to see the interesting refugee.

While drinking tea here, I was going through the procedures, and I heard the chaos outside the yard jumping.

"Come on, catch him and don't let him run away!"

"Where are people, where are people?"

"He's in the room, hurry up and grab him!"

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When Yang Mo heard the sound, he went out and saw a young man in white running around the roof with a long sword on his back.

Although his body is shaking, his steps are very steady, and he obviously has the ability to do it.

While walking, he laughed and shouted at the door: "Let's go, let's continue to fight wine. Today we will definitely decide the winner!"

A cheer rang out from the crowd outside.

"You go first, and let me talk about this group of eagle claw grandsons!"

The young man spoke a little unscrupulously, walked to the eaves and jumped down.

The bad guys in the yard hurried out to chase after him, and there was another mess.

As soon as the bad guy went out, Yang Mo saw the young man climbing up again, laughing along the connected ridge in the opposite direction, and leaving, extremely free and easy.

"It's interesting."

Yang Mo leaned at the door, crossed his hands on his chest, and looked at the distant back and curiosity was hooked up.

In order to fight for wine, he dared to cross the prison of bad people, and he was a cruel person.

Just as he was about to go out to chase him, Zhang Lamezi limped in, his face very ugly.

Seeing Yang Mo laughing and saying "Old Yang is here."

Yang Mo also found that the lame man was becoming increasingly disliked by him, and wondered whether he had saved an ungrateful wolf?

He nodded coldly, and the lame man seemed to realize his loss of composure just now, and changed into a smile, and invited Yang Mo to have tea very enthusiastically.

Yang Mo couldn't resist him, so he reluctantly went back to have a cup of tea. After hearing Zhang Crooker talk about him as a bad handsome man, how could Mrs. Li value him, and how did the men in the Taiyuan government value him?
To be continued...