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The first year of Shengli, 698 AD.

In such an era, don’t expect to have any hearty meals, or even a stir-fry dish.

Yang Shouwen's dinner was braised braised mutton.

The corn is base and the baked mutton is placed on top, so the aroma of baked mutton is mixed in the corn, and it can also eliminate some greasy feeling. In addition, there are two dishes of green vegetables. However, it looks light soup and it is difficult to develop appetite.

Don’t underestimate such a simple dinner, it is already very rich for this era.

As a ninth-rank county lieutenant, Yang Chenglie had a monthly salary of 1.5 jin and fifty stones of fine grain. Speaking of which, this is not much, but the salary of foreign officials during the Zhenguan period has increased a lot. Since Wu Zhao came to power, he has been working hard to improve the treatment of foreign officials. If it were during the Zhenguan period, no one would be willing to take up positions like Changping County lieutenant.

However, the main income of the Yang family still comes from the 200 acres of labour land.

Yang Chenglie lived in the county for a long time and basically did not care about Zhitian. When Yang Dafang was alive, his income was basically in Yang Dafang's hands. Now that Yang Dafang has passed away, Yang Chenglie has recovered most of his income, but he still left enough living expenses for Yang Shouwen. From this point of view, Yang Shouwen lived a comfortable life than Yang Rui.

Yang Shouwen looks very thin, but has an amazing appetite.

One dinner consumes a pound of corn and half a pound of braised mutton.

After eating and drinking, Yang Shouwen put down the dishes and chopsticks, raised his head to look at Yang Rui.

Although Yang Rui was beaten up by him, in terms of blood relationship, he was his brother after all. He beat him up because this guy deserves a beating, and Yang Shouwen felt at ease. But if he didn't even give him a meal, it was his fault.

Yang Rui had a hard time eating this meal, with the plump and sweet braised mutton in his mouth, but it didn't taste at all.

After chewing it for a moment, his cheeks hurt so much. He was determined not to eat it, but Yang Shouwen glared at his eyes, which made him lose his temper.

Yang Shouwen really scared him when he slapped him.

"Tell me, come here, what's the matter?"

Yang Shouwen was full and knelt on Hu's bed, asking slowly.

Yang Rui put down the bowls and chopsticks, covered his cheeks and said tremblingly: "It's August 15th, and my father is about to watch the moon at Maitreya Temple, so I asked me to come and see it first, and I also asked Yang... Auntie to make some preparations so that there will be a mistake."

"Watch the moon?"

Only then did Yang Shouwen realize that it seemed that Mid-Autumn Festival was coming in a few more days.

Watching the moon in the Mid-Autumn Festival and joining the family members is a very normal activity for people in this era.

However, according to Yang Rui's words, Yang Chenglie's view of the moon this time is probably not just for the members of the group, but seems to have invited some people.

This is normal. Yang Chenglie has been a county lieutenant in Changping for more than ten years.

Over the past decade, Changping County Magistrate has changed four or five, but Yang Chenglie has been staying in the position of county magistrate and has not seen any movement. Logically speaking, even in terms of qualifications, Yang Chenglie can be promoted. However, Yang Chenglie himself seems not in a hurry and is willing to work hard in the position of Changping County Magistrate for more than ten years.

"Dad wants to treat you?"

Yang Rui hesitated for a moment and said softly: "My father has an old friend coming and said he was a distinguished guest, so he is ready to entertain him."

A distinguished guest?

This Changping is located on the border, a bitter and cold place, so what kind of distinguished guests can there be?

Yang Shouwen was stunned for a moment, and then put it aside. How expensive can a distinguished guest be? And what does it have to do with him?

Yang Chenglie was just a county magistrate in the lower county. Yang Shouwen didn't think how expensive his distinguished guest could be.

Instead of considering this, it is better to think about how to improve your life.

In the past, he was confused and didn't care much about life's requirements. But now... Yang Shouwen felt that he needed to make some changes. Even if the steamed corn and mutton were delicious, he would feel tired of eating that thing every day.

"It's getting late, I guess you won't be able to go back tonight."

Yang Shouwen said, then stood up and walked out, saying as he walked, "I'll ask my aunt to prepare bedding for you, stay here tonight, and go back when it's dawn... By the way, how should you explain the wound on your face to your father when you go back?"

"ah?"

Yang Rui felt a thrill in his heart and said quickly: "I just said I fell it myself and I will never betray my elder brother."

"Nonsense, if you don't tell my father truthfully, wouldn't it be a waste of time?"

"ah?"

At this time, Yang Rui suddenly felt that his head, which had always claimed to be smart, was not enough at once. He looked at Yang Shouwen with a confused look on his face: Did he mean to ask me to complain to my father? Wouldn't that cause trouble?

Yang Shouwen shook his head and sighed with an unspeakable expression.

"Go back and tell my dad that I beat you up.

If my dad asks why, how should you answer? Think about it yourself... Well, that's it! I'm tired, go and rest first."

After saying that, Yang Shouwen walked out of the room without looking back.

What does he mean?

Yang Rui looked at Yang Shouwen's back disappearing outside the door, his head was in chaos.

After all, he was just a thirteen-year-old child. Although he was smart, he was limited. He couldn't understand what Yang Shouwen meant at all, but he just felt... Could it be that his idiocy had been done again? In short, Yang Rui felt that he was puzzled.

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"Brother Sitzi, why do you want the second young master to report to Alang truthfully?"

It's late at night.

Yang was cleaning the dishes outside, while the young lady curled up beside Yang Shouwen, raised her head, looked at him with big watery eyes, and looked at him with puzzled expressions, "Alang loved the second young master the most. If he knew that Brother Yizi had beaten him, wouldn't he blame Brother Yizi? Aweng was gone and no one would protect Brother Yizi anymore. What should he do then?"

Yang Shouwen smiled and rubbed the young lady's little head.

He leaned against the pillar, one foot drooping, looking up at the dark night sky.

From the horizon, a dark cloud floated and was approaching quickly towards Hugu Mountain. Yang Shouwen whispered: "Aweng is gone, and there is still Youniang. If Alang blames me, Youniang will protect Brother Yizi at that time, right?"

"Yeah, yeah, of course, young mom will."

The young lady nodded vigorously and answered seriously.

A trace of warmth flashed in Yang Shouwen's eyes. He hugged the young lady in his arms, "Young lady protects me, and I will also protect the young lady."

A bright smile appeared on the young lady's face.

God threw him to the first year of the Shengli period and made him live in a daze for seventeen years, and then a lightning bolt woke him up. Such a fantasy thing happened to Yang Shouwen, which also made Yang Shouwen feel inexplicably confused.

Logically speaking, with such a fantasy experience, he must have carried a huge mission.

But Yang Shouwen didn't want to take on any mission. Being able to live a resurgence was already a huge satisfaction for him. In his previous life, he was not good at walking. He lay on the sickbed every day, and could only accompany books or stare blankly at the computer screen. But now, he can run freely and feel the warmth of his family... This is enough for him.

He just wants to live happily, worry-free and have no worries.

Sometimes when you think about it, those 17 years of confusion seem to be a kind of happiness, at least those 17 years have passed very happily.

Rumble!

A flash of lightning teared the sky and made the courtyard pale.

Immediately afterwards, thunder roared and heavy rain poured.

The rain stayed along the eaves and soon formed a water curtain.

This rain looks quite a bit!

He quickly called Yang and asked her to take the young lady back to her room to sleep. He himself returned to the bedroom, sat on Hu's bed, spread a piece of white paper on the bed table, and danced quickly on the white paper with a charcoal pen, just like the light of the oil lamp.

Charcoal pen was the first item he made after he woke up.

Yang Shouwen is also good at brushes, but he also dislikes brushes that are troublesome and can show off, but if it is used in daily life... Even if he has been reborn for seventeen years, it is not easy to adapt completely, and it is not as convenient as charcoal pens.

That night, lightning and thunder were roaring outside the house.

However, Yang Shouwen was inspired and did not stop writing until almost the second anniversary. He fell asleep on Hu's bed and fell asleep soundly.

Thunderstorm stops at dawn.
Chapter completed!