Going home, what a warm word, but it fell into Changsun Hong's ears, but for no reason it became a little more nervous.

The home in this life will definitely not be a building of steel and concrete. I don’t know what honor it is. In my memory, there is a mother in the family who loves Changsun Hong very much. I really don’t know how to face it when I meet.

With a feeling of uneasiness, the Changsun brothers took Erlang out of the pine forest and went up the official road. After walking on the journey, the sky gradually turned white. By the time they reached the small Lijia Village in the middle of a hill, the dawn had already covered the sky.

The village is located in a flat dam, in the undulating hilly areas. Such dams are generally extremely rare places, and most of them have become excellent construction sites for villages, towns and villages. Lijia Village is also built here, which is also a geographical task.

The road is winding and winding in a green field. On both sides of the road, mulberry trees are planted along the well-connected ridges. The ridges are already narrow, but mulberry trees can be planted on the ridges like needles, which does not affect pedestrians' movements. It is very clever and makes people admire the wisdom of farmers.

On the road, farmers who got up early were carrying farm tools to go to the fields. When they saw Changsun Hao's family, they stopped respectfully without exception to greet him. Changsun Hao responded with a smile and said hello. He remembered the names of each villager, could call out their names, and also asked some family trivial matters.

This made me delay some time. When the three of them walked along the not-so-wide dirt road in the village to a brick yard at the west end of the village, the sun had already jumped to the top of the tallest sycamore tree at the entrance of the village.

The yard is not big, the walls are tamped with mud, about half a person tall. When you stand outside, you can see the layout inside. There is a main hall, east-west wing rooms on both sides, and ordinary farmyards. The only thing that is decent is that they are all brick houses and the roofs are green tiles. This is much better than the houses that Changsun Hong saw along the way, which are almost all mud houses with grass roofs.

The gate of the courtyard was a wood door, and it was like that. Chang Sunhao pushed it away, walked in, and began to shout loudly: "Damn, we are back."

As soon as he put the slide rod in the yard, he heard a sound of pots and bowls in the kitchen beside the east wing. It seemed that someone had knocked over something in a panic. Then a middle-aged woman wearing a blue skirt and casually tied a bun with a hairpin on her head, holding a gourd ladle in her hand and rushed out of the kitchen.

"Erlang, where is Erlang?" she shouted, and then she saw Changsun Hong standing beside Changsun Jin in a daze. The ladle was thrown to the ground by her, and rushed over in two steps, hugged her, and pressed her face tightly on Changsun Hong's cheek.

This enthusiastic hug made Changsun Hong feel a little unbearable and was so hugged that he could hardly breathe. Fortunately, the woman quickly let go of her hands and began to look at him up and down.

"Didn't you endure hardship? Are you hungry? Are you tired?" The woman's eyes were covered with tears, and her calloused hands touched Changsun Hong's face, as if a handful of rubbing. Her face, which was tortured by the years and fatigue, showed the kindness that could be seen at a glance. The mother's concern and joy about her son's return from a long journey were written on it at a glance.

"Ah, I'm not tired, I'm not tired, don't worry, mother." Changsun Hong said with difficulty, quietly stretching out her hug. He immediately realized the difference between mother and father. Changsun Hong's mother was Zhang. She gave birth to four children and three died. Only the second son Changsun Hong was the only one who was born. She was very caring. She didn't want her son to go out this long trip, but she couldn't resist Changsun Hao's decision, so she had to let go with tears.

"I have lost so much weight, but I still say I haven't suffered any hardships." Zhang complained, and reached out to pat off the dust on Changsun Hong's body.

Changsun Hao stood by the water tank in the yard, picked up the scoop on the ground and scooped water to drink it, and smiled while drinking: "Every man and a farmer's son are not that expensive. In the future, he has to support the family. How can he not go through some hardships?"

Changsun Jin shouted: "Sister-in-law, is the breakfast ready? My stomach is hungry."

Zhang slapped the mud on his son and told him to wash his face quickly. While walking towards the kitchen with a smile, he replied: "It's coming soon, it's coming soon. I don't know if you are back today, I'll do it now."

As she walked, her eyes were still hanging on Changsun Hong. She had been waiting in the kitchen before giving up. Changsun Hao recruited his son to the water tank, drank a scoop of water for him, and then used the scoop of water to wash his face.

Changsun Jin squatted under the eaves, gnawing on a cucumber that had just come from the kitchen. Looking at Changsun Hong, he said as if he was joking: "If Erlang practices martial arts, he will probably be better. He is twelve years old this year, and it's not too late."

Changsun Hong was happy and thought that he couldn't ask for anything. Nowadays, he didn't dare to go out without any martial arts.

Unexpectedly, he had not yet expressed his opinion, and only heard Changsun Hao refuse in a muffled voice: "Don't mention this matter. Erlang just needs to study hard. Practice martial arts, don't think about it. What's the use of a martial arts man? You and I have learned a lot of martial arts, but it's not a part of people's life. Why did you come here?"

Changsun Hong suddenly felt sad, wiping the water droplets on his face and was resentful, while Changsun Jin just smiled, shook his head, and stopped talking.

The aroma in the kitchen floated out along the paperless window. The unique taste of brown rice after being cooked was an extremely tempting temptation for those who had been walking all night. Three men entered the kitchen like a gust of wind, and the vegetable leaf porridge in the three earthen bowls was steaming.

Zhang smiled and distributed the bowl to the three of them, with almost no pause. A "sighing" sound rang out. Then the three of them were so hot that they grinned, and they opened their teeth and claws in the air for a while, and then buried their heads in eating and drinking.

To be honest, brown rice is far less than white rice. The chaff is mixed with rice grains, making the esophagus very uncomfortable, and the teeth are uncomfortable to chew. However, even so, Changsun Hong also finds it very delicious. After all, eating two meals a day is so hungry that he is so hungry.

"Eat slowly, I have to go to school tomorrow, and I won't be able to get hot." Zhang sat by the stove, looking at his voracious son, lovingly instructed him.

"Go to school?" Changsun Hong's brow frowned with the edge of the bowl in his mouth, but then he stretched out and just go up. This is a good thing that many peasant children dream of.

After breakfast, the Changsun brothers went out. Seeing their cautious appearance, they were mostly looking for private salt sales. Changsun Hong could not join in this matter, so he went back to the room with peace of mind and slept back.

This night, I slept all day until it was dark, and it was not until Zhang called me to have supper. When I got up, I felt that my body had recovered better. After all, I was a teenager in the growth stage and recovered quickly. Brother Changsun also came back, and it seemed that things were not going well, but the two of them didn't say anything, and Changsun Hong didn't dare to ask.

The dinner was still dried brown rice, and the dishes were served with vegetable leaves. A little salt was added, without a slight amount of oil and meat. This hit Changsun Hong very much. He originally thought that Bao Zheng's life would not be too bad at all. In this way, we must re-understand the living conditions of this era.

This is the case with Baozheng's family, let alone other farmers.

It was another night of sleep. Changsun Hong woke up from hunger in the middle of the night. He stared at Fang Liang helplessly, and after a while he fell asleep again.

At dawn, after swallowing a bowl of brown rice porridge, Zhang hung a bag on his shoulder. Changsun Hong looked at it and contained an inkstone, ink strips, a brush, a stack of bad-looking straw paper, and a small clay pot filled with water. The Changsun Hao brothers were gone. Zhang said that he had gone out early in the morning and must have been busy selling salt.

Salt is a matter that the government strictly investigates and sells, and it is necessary to punish it. Low-level private salt dealers like Changsun Hao must not have a wide range of sales. It will take some effort to sell it safely and safely.

However, Changsun Hong couldn't help, so they should let them do this.

"Listen to the teacher, go to school carefully, otherwise you will be beaten by a ruler again." Zhang reminded him, secretly stuffing a cucumber into his hand.

The cucumber gave Changsun Hong a little comfort, who was not full. He put the cucumber in the basin, said goodbye to his mother, and strode out of the door.

The school is not far away, just a alley from Changsun’s house. When it was close, Changsun Hong discovered that the so-called school was the private school of Li Guanren, the richest man in the village.

Standing in front of two stone lions at the head of the red lacquer gate, Changsun Hong was a little dazed. He turned his head and looked around. The low thatched houses on both sides, the yellow earthen houses, and the tall black tiles and pink walls in front of him. He couldn't believe that this was a thing of the world.

Guanren Li is indeed rich. Are the local owners so luxurious these days? He looked at the walls on both sides and estimated how big it was, and he couldn't help but sigh.

On the edge of the door, a side door opened with a creaking sound. A maroon stepped out of the dressed man holding a pottery. He yawned and raised his hand and poured out the things in the pot. The strong smell of shit and urine spread out as he moved.

Fortunately, Changsun Hong rested for a few days and recovered from his body. He dodged and did not get over it by Ye Xiang.

The servant poured out the pot and found that someone was standing outside. He was also surprised. After seeing clearly that it was Changsun Hong, he breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile: "So it's Erlang, are you here to go to class? Come in quickly."
Chapter completed!