Thoughts on the kindness of your relatives and thinks of filial piety ()

Han Gang saw clearly the impatient appearance of Li Laizi. He had always been happy to do things that would make his enemies unhappy, and he wanted to figure out something he wanted to figure out.

"Lizhen, the vegetable field on the river bay..." Han Gang just raised his head straight to the point, and saw the fierce light in Li Laizi's eyes suddenly become three times more fierce. He knew it in his heart, and it was clearly the crux of the problem.

"I'll talk about this in a few days!" Xialong Bay was roaring like an outbreak, turning his head, turning around and walking towards the village. He secretly hated in his heart, what could he do if this serious illness was cured so quickly? If he had another half month of illness, the Han family would spend all the money from Diandi, so how could he have to worry about anything else?

Staring at Li Laizi's back as he walked away, Han Gang snorted coldly. He also saw the fierce light in Li Laizi's eyes, but he was already cured of illness. No matter what tricks Li Laizi could do, he had the ability to deal with it.

In the evening, Han Gang's parents Han Qianliu and Han Ali also came back exhausted with an empty basket. Han Qianli was carrying a jar in his hand, smelling the smell of wine, but it contained wine lees; Han Ali's basket contained half of lamb legs, wrapped in lotus leaves, and after entering the door, he handed them to the little girl who came to cook. Listening to the sound of books coming out of her son's room, the couple looked at each other and felt that it was worth it no matter how hard or tired it was.

Han Yunniang prepared dinner very quickly and processed the lamb legs very quickly. She cut the meat off and made porridge, and picked the bones out to make soup. She put the bowls and chopsticks in and called Han Gang out, and the whole family sat around the table.

Han Qianliu and Han Ali are both in their forties. Perhaps because of their years of hard work, they both look a little older, older than their actual age. Han Qianliu and Han Gang are about the same height, both of them are about six feet tall. They are tall in Kansai, and their appearances are very similar, with thick eyebrows, big eyes, square faces, and strong appearances. They can be called handsome.

Compared to Han Qianliu's tallness, Han Gang's mother was shorter and not outstanding in appearance. However, she was a good player inside and outside, and was also the backbone of the Han family. Because Han Gang's grandfather once made Dutch heads, his uncle is now in Fengxiang Mansion more than a hundred miles away. He cut dozens of thieves and hung on the walls of his home all year round. Han Ali, who came from the Wu family, had a temper much harder than Han Qianliu who always smiled. She raised the rolling pin in her hand, and no one in Xialongwan Village dared to breathe heavily.

Han Qianliu sat at the east end, Han Ali sat opposite him, Han Gang was in the lower head, and the little girl could only stand on the side to serve, and then went to the kitchen to fill her stomach after everyone finished eating. Although the Han family is a poor family, they still abide by the rules of the world. If outsiders come to visit, even Han Ali had to hide in the kitchen to have a meal.

The three of them sat around the big table, looking empty and deserted. Originally, they were connected to Han Gang's sister-in-law, which was a family of seven. When Han Gang did not go out to study, and his second brother was still at home, the three sons of the Han family and their parents were crowded at the same table, while the sister-in-law and Han Yunniang served each other, and the meal was very lively.

But after Han Gang's elder brother and second brother died at the same time, just three months later, his elder sister-in-law was called back by her parents' family and took away twenty acres of dowry land together. According to the etiquette system, the husband would have a three-year filial piety period after his death, but there were not so many bad rules in the northwest border. Han Gang only heard from Yun Gang that his former elder sister-in-law would get married again after the New Year.

Han Gang might be surprised if he had not integrated the original owner's memory, but since he had integrated the memory, he just took it for granted. Neo-Confucianism is still a school that cannot be put on the top, and there is no saying that starving to death is small, losing one's fortune is big. After her husband dies, it is very common for widows who are still in childbearing aged remarriage. Even if he doesn't want to, his parents' family will force him to leave.

If any widow could get married with a lot of money, the suitor could even break the threshold. The Zhenzong Dynasty had two prime ministers, Zhang Xianqi and Xiang Minzhong, who fought to marry a widow with a 100,000 yuan bribe, and the court was in trouble. This was the case, and it was a matter of no way to be determined to keep the chastity.

Han Gang picked up chopsticks and lowered his head to eat his sick meal, just like the past mutton porridge and side dishes. He had three meals every morning, noon and evening, and Han Gang had no complaints. He knew his parents' hard work, and even more so how difficult it was to come.

Han Qianliu and Han Ali eat much simpler than their son. Like ordinary farmers in this era, the recipes in the Han family are very simple and monotonous. A bowl of vegetarian soup cakes that can’t be seen in a few drops of oily rice cakes are actually noodles. However, all foods related to pasta must be decorated with the word “cake” and a few cooked cakes.

This cooked cake is the kind sold by Wu Dalang. It was originally called steamed cake. It was changed to cooked cake decades ago to avoid the taboo of Renzong Zhao Zhen. In fact, it was the steamed buns from later generations. As for the steamed buns at this time, the meat filling was filled with later generations, and the vegetable buns were called vegetarian steamed buns.

As a side dish for the meal, there are several plates of pickled vegetables grown by the Han family and are reluctant to eat them. They are all sold to the big houses in the city to exchange for money.

The flour used to make soup cakes and cooking cakes is ground into nine and a half liters of thick noodles with a bucket of wheat, and even the shells are ground into it, rather than the white and fine noodles that grind the wheat to half of it. Such a meal can fill your stomach, but it doesn’t taste much. Moreover, two meals a day, and your stomach is roaring for half a day every day.

At this time, ordinary families were just like the Han family. Originally, the Han family was quite wealthy, and after entering the city to sell vegetables every ten days and a half months, they could buy some wine and meat to reward themselves. But now that the family is so poor that even if they buy meat, they will help Han Gang to replenish their health. Han Qianliu wanted to make a dime of wine to enjoy it, but he was reluctant to pay that amount of money.

Instead, I asked for some lees that were not expensive in the mature winery, poured them into an old wine pot with boiling water, and sucked them to relieve my cravings. However, although I ate coarse food, I saw Hangang eating with great energy, and both the couple were laughing.

Han Qianliu and Han Ali may be a little unclear, but Han Gang, who has the memory of studying abroad for two years, knew that his two brothers must have been given a pension, and both money and silk should have five or six stagnant, seven or eight pieces. But this pension is like flowing through the desert in the yamen. After a few moves, there will be no trace. If these pensions can be paid in enough, the Han family's household income will definitely be more abundant, and there is no problem redeeming one and a half acres of vegetable fields.

Han Ali ate very quickly, but Han Qianliu held up the bowl and sipped the lees mixed with water in small sips. Han Gang's eyes did not become myopic because of years of hard study. He could see the two lines of small characters on the back of Han Qianliu's left hand. The small characters were blurred a lot due to the excessive wrinkles. Han Gang could barely distinguish the fragmentary words "Bow... Hand... Four".

Han Gang knew something about this. This was the number of the Qinzhou Township Soldiers organized by Han Qianliu, and the fourth commander of the archer. Since his subordinates were the lowest in the military quota, he was the archer along the border who was drawn by San Ding in Shaanxi, so he only stabbed the back of his hand. If it were the imperial guards, he would definitely stab the face. Han Gang's second brother, who had stabbed the words on his face, had a pierced word on his face. Baoyi, the strong archer and other superior military quota, also had to tattoo the words on his cheek.
Chapter completed!