Soon, Zhang Li moved the bedding. It was dusk, and the people who were sleeping in Wuyang Temple came back from outside. Han Jian observed that most of the people who were sleeping in Wuyang Temple were refugees or homeless people, and their clothes were tattered, and most of the dinner they brought back were asked for.

Han Jian couldn't help but sigh that he had a high bed and warm pillow to accompany his talented girl in Jiangnan. Today, he went to a dilapidated temple. The treatment contrast was too big. However, Han Jian was optimistic enough. He now sleeps in a dilapidated temple and feels more at ease than in the National Inn. Finally, no one tried every means to design him, so he could have a good sleep.

"Brother Li, if there is nothing else, I'll go back first. I'll pick you up tomorrow morning to work together." Zhang Li helped to say hello to the people from Wuyang Temple and asked Han Jian to take care of him. Then he came over to say goodbye to Han Jian.

By the way, Zhang Li also brought dry food over.

Han Jian said: "Brother Zhang, I can handle it alone."

Zhang Li saw that he had made arrangements and left first. At this time, the sky was dimming and someone began to make fires in the middle of Wuyang Temple.

Han Jian was lying in the corner of the wall, feeling comfortable. It felt like walking around the world and being home. It was no problem to sleep in the open air. Now there was a tile covering his head. It was also a good thing. Han Jian ate the dry food and felt that he couldn't eat it, so he wanted to go to bed early.

However, it was still early and Han Jian couldn't sleep. He was thinking about how to live the next day. If he could earn dozens of copper coins every day, in less than half a month, his wealth would be enough to cross Jiangbei. If he could pass Jiangbei, he would not reach the territory of the Wei Dynasty, and he would not return to Luoyang as far away. Going back to Jiang directly is the best choice.

However, with the rumor that he died, the relationship between Wei and Qi will be very rigid, and the borders between the two countries will be uneven. It will be very difficult to cross the river. Now it is not a problem. The problem lies in whether you can find a business trip like the north and south to do business, which will be much easier.

Wuyang Temple is very lively at night. Even if many people who don’t often live in Wuyang Temple will come over to find a place to squeeze in for a night. This is also a paradise for refugees. Han Jian suddenly remembered that a girl with a dead mother should be sleeping beside him. But at night, he still didn’t see the girl coming back. Originally, Han Jian wanted to know if this girl saw the one who sold her to bury her mother on the street yesterday. But again, if it was really that girl, with the silver he donated yesterday, it would be enough for the girl to bury her mother and leave Jinling and go back to the countryside to spend her life. Even if she didn’t leave, she would not return to such a dirty and dilapidated place, and even complicated place to sleep. A girl’s family would always worry that she would be harassed by some strangers in such a place.

Han Jian closed his eyes and tried to sleep, but listened to the place where the fire was made in the middle of Wuyang Temple. An old man seemed to be telling a story. Many people gathered around and talked about it. This seemed to be the way to entertain the night here. People here could also exchange information they got from outside in this way.

Han Jian was unintentionally going to listen. He was about to sleep when he suddenly felt someone coming over. Han Jian opened his eyes and was a slapped middle-aged man. He had seen him when Han Jian and Zhang Li came before. This middle-aged man had little power in arranging people to stay in Wuyang Temple.

"Hey, little brother, why are you lying here? Let's talk together?" The middle-aged man's surname is Song, and Zhang Li called him Song Laoyi.

"Brother Song, I don't know why?" Han Jian was a little puzzled. Could it be that Mr. Song had something to talk to him?

Song Laoyi sighed slightly, "Didn't you stay here disturb others' good things?"

As he said that, Old Song glanced at the distance, and Han Jian suddenly realized that he was sleeping not far away. Not far away, a middle-aged couple fell asleep. They wanted to be "intimate", but he stayed in the corner, which was a bit like peeping.

Han Jian smiled awkwardly and said, "I'm sorry, I didn't understand the rules just now."

"It's okay." Old Song said, "Young brother just came here, and you will understand some things slowly. If there is a family, who will come here to spend the night? But it doesn't matter. As long as everyone knows this kind of thing. If you can avoid it, you can avoid it and give them some face."

Han Jian nodded, thinking that Mr. Song was not ragged, and his words were somewhat reasonable. Han Jian followed Mr. Song to the fire, and a large number of people gathered together. Han Jian heard these people talking and became sleepy in a short while. After all, he didn't fall asleep all day and night, and worked another day during the day.

Han Jian was vague and didn't know how long he had slept, but suddenly someone patted him on the shoulder. Han Jian looked up and saw that it was Song Laoyi again.

"Little brother, just go back to bed. I'm not afraid of disturbing anyone at this time." Old Song said.

Han Jian looked at the corner of the wall. The couple who might have been "intimate" either came to the fire or lie down to sleep. Han Jianxin said that sleeping in public is a troublesome, and even such things should be avoided.

"Yes." Han Jian was already a little embarrassed, so he went back to his bedding. Fortunately, although the people here were messy, their hands and feet were clean, and no one stole the bedding or something.

Han Jian was about to lie down, but he heard the subtle footsteps. The footsteps were obviously a bit "tearing". Han Jian was immediately alert. He could still keep his vigilance in such an occasion.

"Who?" Han Jian sat up suddenly, looking at the person coming with a sharp look, which scared the person who came here.

"Ah... Hum?" His voice was very delicate, and his big eyes blinked and looked at Han Jian, as if he was a little confused about why a man appeared next to his resting place.

"I...I just slept here." The girl was stunned for a moment before answering stammeringly.

"Oh." Han Jian nodded, feeling that he was a little nervous. He couldn't help but smile apologetically, and then turned around and wanted to lie down. At this time, Old Song came over.

Song Laoyi said: "Miss, although we have said that no one will be arranged to sleep here, you also know the rules of Wuyang Temple. If someone comes, you always have to find a place to stay. Brother Li is well-educated and not a villain, so you don't have to worry. If there is any trouble, he can take care of you."

The girl said, "I'm fine if you're lucky, Uncle Song."

Old Song walked away without saying anything. Han Jian also closed his eyes and prepared to go to bed. He heard the sound of a girl packing her bags next to him, and there was a faint sob.

Han Jianxin said no wonder Song Laoyi and others would say behind their backs that this little girl was in trouble. As expected, she was crying. If she was crying all night, she would have the possibility of falling asleep?

However, the girl sobbed temporarily. Han Jian turned over and the girl said, "This big brother, I'm sorry, I've disturbed you."

Han Jian didn't expect that this girl was very sensible.

After this trouble, Han Jian was not too sleepy.

"This girl, I heard that your mother just passed away?" Han Jian turned sideways and asked in the direction of the girl.

At this time, the fire in the center of Wuyang Temple had not yet been extinguished. The fire was pounding, and the light was not very strong. However, Han Jian could also feel in the light and dark light that although the girl had stains on her face and her clothes were a little worn, she also fell well.

"No. My mother has passed away for a while. The body has been stuck outside the charity house before. It was not until yesterday that a kind-hearted person gave me the money and asked me to bury my mother." The girl's eyes seemed to have some brilliance, but it soon faded again, as if she was very disappointed.

"With money, why don't you leave this place?" Han Jian was sure to be the girl who was rescued yesterday.

The girl looked at Han Jian sideways and suddenly looked at Han Jian carefully again, as if she wanted to see Han Jian's face clearly.

"Girl, what are you looking at?" Han Jian asked with a smile.

"You... seem to be the benefactor who gave me money yesterday." The girl's eyes stopped on Han Jian's face and stopped moving away.

"It's enough for people to be similar." Han Jian smiled as if he was ridiculed. Yesterday, he could directly pay ten taels of silver to bury his mother for the girl. Today he was sleeping on the streets. Things in the world were so impermanent that he was embarrassed to admit that he had done good things.

The girl probably felt that yesterday's benefactor would not be so depressed in one day, so she stopped looking at Han Jian, but her expression was still a little disappointed, saying, "It's a pity that I just gave the money to the people of the charity house and asked them to find a coffin for their mother to bury them, and the money was stolen by some evil people."

"Ah?" Han Jian said in surprise, "Who robs you of money in broad daylight?"

"It's... we can't afford to offend some local snakes. They said that I would have to pay taxes when I sell things on their land. They robbed the silver and left me some copper coins. Fortunately, my mother's coffin was settled and I was buried today."

Han Jian sighed slightly and said, "It is not easy to be outside. Even selling one's body to bury your mother has become a business and has to pay taxes. This is really ironic."

"Brother, how do you know that I am selling my body to bury my mother?" The girl looked at Han Jian again.

"Oh, I heard from others. Girl, it's not easy, what should I do next?" Han Jianxin said that she didn't harm this girl. She could have sold herself to bury her mother, and maybe she could go to a good family and pay money for her own money. As a result, she was homeless and might starve to death on the streets or be sold to a brothel by someone. That was his fault.

"I never thought about it." The girl was a little disappointed, and she felt vaguely sobbing. After that, she seemed to be a little more determined and said, "But I want to go find my sister."

"Where is your sister now?" Han Jian asked.

"My sister... I don't know either. I used to say that it was sold to a wealthy family named Sun as a maid, but the Sun family moved away and my mother didn't find it. I'll go and inquire from now on. I heard that the Sun family moved to the southern county town, not too far."

Han Jian thought to himself that this girl is completely homeless now. So what if she finds her sister? Her sister is just a maid who signed a contract to sell her body. How can she guarantee her sister's life? It's hard to find her along the way, and whether she can find her is a problem. Maybe she will die of starvation on the way. After all, autumn is already coming, and winter is not far away.

After that, Han Jian didn't say anything. He lay down and wanted to fall asleep, but he couldn't sleep anymore. It was like doing something wrong that made the girl lose her life. In addition, his current situation made him toss and turn. (To be continued, please search for Astronomy, the novel is better and faster!
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