The next morning.

Suddenly, a drizzle of autumn rain fell.

When the house was raining, the coolness came. Fang Hong opened his eyes: "When I stepped onto the sixth floor of the day after tomorrow, I will move to Feiyun County and buy a small courtyard."

The wooden house he lived in was simple and neither sheltered from the wind nor the rain.

It was still Wang Sangou who helped to cover it. So many years have passed, the wood is rotten and rotten everywhere, and it cannot be repaired.

“Huh?”

Fang Hong's eyes moved, he frowned slightly, and heard the crying in the distance.

When I went out, I saw a woman holding a child's blood-stained collar under the elm tree.

Seeing Fang Hong coming, Wang Sangou carried a hoe and whispered: "The child at home was taken away by a wild beast, leaving only the rags on the ground."

This is the edge of Luohe Village.

There are farmland nearby, and further out, there are wilderness ridges.

Tiger, leopard, jackal, are very rare, and sometimes they can't be touched once a year.

Wang Sangou: "Many older farmers, many of them are found on the second floor of the day after tomorrow. When they encounter wild beasts, they can scare them away by waving their hoes. If there are too many people, they will surround them and beat them to death, drag them back and eat meat... The children are too young and run out with playfulness. When they encounter wild beasts, they will die."

It's pretty good to be bitten to death, but at least it's all the body left.

It's even more miserable like the one in front of you. I don't know where the beasts were taken to eat it.

...

Fang Hong went back to the house and put on his newly bought shoes and walked towards the Zhouzhai martial arts training ground.

“It takes forty minutes to walk.”

“About three kilometers.”

After nearly half an hour of traveling back and forth every day, Fang Hong walked to the central area of ​​the village and town.

It was cloudy and the autumn rain was shining with coolness, and there were only a few small stalls and vendors on the roadside.

The shop has doors, no customers, and it looks deserted.

Fang Hong turned his head and looked at the alley on the left. Two or three ragged beggars hugged their heads, curled up, and sat in the corner, with their bodies wet.

In a few days, when winter comes, these beggars will probably freeze to death.

Fang Hong walked forward.

Two men who were pushing a cart came towards him and whispered, talking about the barren mountains in the north, and stopped their voices when they saw Fang Hong.

On the cart, there was bloody pork, as if it had just been slaughtered.

Seeing the cart getting farther and farther away, Fang Hong continued to walk forward, and arrived at a bun shop, bought meat buns, and ate them in two or three bites.

The owner of the bun shop smiled and said, "How about eating three meat buns?"

"Enough."

Fang Hong was vague and confused.

When I arrived at Zhouzhai martial arts training ground, I also had breakfast, and I had some vegetable buns, which was enough to satisfy my hunger.

The day after the fifth floor, the food intake increased greatly, so the food provided in the martial arts training ground was not enough and it was difficult to fill his stomach, so he had to buy something outside to eat.

"Forget it, I'll give you a cake." The owner of the bun shop was very enthusiastic about regular customers.

Fang Hong smiled and thanked him for accepting it.

The innate vitality nourishes the human body at all times, which is equivalent to mild fasting.

If not, three meals a day are not enough, five meals a day are enough.

This is just the basic requirement for practicing martial arts.

Various elixirs and medicine soups that nourish qi and blood are the big ones.

He left the bun shop and walked towards the side door of Zhou's house.

There is no dirt road under your feet, but a stone road, covered with fine cracks over the years.

Most of the people on the road lowered their heads and had no vitality.

This is the daily state of Luohe Village. Except for the popular and lively noon, there are no few pedestrians to see during the rest of the time.

"I heard it's in Feiyun County."

"There are traffic, people come and go, and there are yamen runners on the streets."

Luohe Village is like a pool of stagnant water, with no turmoil on weekdays... Fang Hong glanced at it, and the idea of ​​moving to the county was becoming more and more urgent. He accelerated his pace, knocked on the door knocker, and quickly pulled it open from inside, revealing Wang Dali's sleepy face.

Fang Hong smiled slightly and took out a somewhat hot cake from his arms.

"Ah? For me?" Wang Dali was sleepy and took the cake and his eyes straightened.

He took a bite and his eyes lit up. It turned out to be a sugar cake.

I usually can’t eat it in Zhou’s house.

"hey-hey."

Wang Dali smirked and looked around, fearing that someone would find him, so he put him in his pants, which made Fang Hong's eyes twitch and turned his head to enter the martial arts training ground.

The whole person hasn't come yet.

Liu Heishan and Wu Hongxia, the two teachers have arrived.

After a while, the rain stopped. Fang Hong stepped forward and said to Liu Heishan that he would not come to practice martial arts again in the future. Liu Heishan frowned: "If you don't want to make progress and plan to be poor all your life, I have no choice!"

"Practicing martial arts is your only way out." Wu Hongxia advised.

Fang Hong said nothing and had plans. When he returned to the middle of the martial arts training ground, several young men came over and asked why he would not come to practice martial arts in the future.

I made a few casual remarks.

Everyone was too lazy to ask more questions.

There are one or two cases per month like this.

There was no progress in martial arts, so I simply gave up and went home to do farm work.

In the morning, the sun was shining brightly, but Mr. Zhou came over for a routine walk, and Fang Hong stepped forward again and mentioned the fact that he had left the identity of a tenant.

"A few days ago, you told me." The butler in a black shirt waved his hand and said, "Your two twin sisters went to the county to sell their bodies to bury their parents. They asked someone to send back silver. It was the funeral I organized, and it gave you the opportunity to be a tenant... Otherwise, you were born foolish and young, and you still want to be a tenant in Zhoujia?"

Fang Hong was stunned: "What?"

The butler's face was slightly dark and said, "I took forty taels of silver, but I took care of you for many years. I will give you some lenient treatment every year."

The housekeeper speculated that Fang Hong had left the tenant to go to Feiyun County to find relatives who were ignorant of life and death. Before leaving, he asked himself for the money he had done back then.

But this world...

Giving forty taels of silver to Fang Hong will only kill Fang Hong!

Fang Hong had no idea about this.

Selling your body to bury your parents?

He always thought it was the standard orphan start, frowned and said, "Where do I have to go to redeem people?"

"Then I'm not sure." The housekeeper thought carefully: "The one who sent the silver back then was a young maid who said that his wife was pitying his misfortune. Seeing his filial piety, she bought it as a maid in the mansion... If you want to find a relative, it's best to ask someone to inquire, otherwise you will not be able to eat without the identity of the Zhou family's tenant, and you will be alone and have nowhere to join me. Sooner or later, you will starve to death on the streets."

In the eyes of the butler.

Many people don’t have the chance to be a Zhoujia tenant.

...

The same moment.

Zhou's inner courtyard.

Zhou Chengyao brought a few maids and called out a group of servants: "Which one is the second floor after tomorrow?"

Wang Dali looked gloomy and raised his chest.

There were more than ten servants, only him, who stepped into the second floor of the acquired sky.

Zhou Chengyao took these servants and maids to hunt outside the villages and towns.

To the east of the village is a river.

To the north of the village is a barren mountain with mountains.

Zhou Chengyao led his men to the deserted mountains in the north and sent people to search for prey, leaving only a maid and a servant.

The maid looked ugly and whispered: "We're waiting here?"

Zhou Chengyao glanced at her, a little disgusted and didn't say anything.

The servant who stayed there was Wang Dali, and he was secretly happy: "On weekdays, the young master and lady went out to hunt, picked people to follow, and rushed to the prey, and dragged them back to Zhou's house, and they would be rewarded with some broken silver... This time it was my turn, it was so good that it would be better to be appreciated by the lady."

The sun shines down, and through the leaves above, it sprinkles light spots everywhere.
To be continued...