In the early morning, Zhu Xiu was awakened by the sound of sticks coming from the yard as usual.

Squatting under the eaves, Zhu Xiu chewed a small piece of willow branches in his mouth, and looked sleepyly at Fang Cuilan who was practicing martial arts in the yard. The iron-headed stick with eyebrows that was thicker than his arms was dancing so hard that it was so bright that it was full of wind and stick shadows everywhere!

In addition to this big stick, Zhu Xiu also found other weapons in the haystack in the woodshed.

Zhu Xiu secretly counted five of the knives wrapped in oil cloth. Judging from the shape, it should be a imitation of military horizontal knives. The imitation is good, the materials are excellent, and the forging is excellent...

There is also a small clay pot with an iron gun head wrapped in it...

Thinking of the ash wood mixed in a pile of dry wood, Zhu Xiu easily guessed that it was a gun...

Zhu Xiu remembers that according to the provisions of the "Tang Law Commentary on the Law of Advancement, the law of Advancement" that although private individuals can have five types of weapons, such as bows, arrows, swords, short spears, imitation official styles must carve the names of forging craftsmen and their regional origins on the objects. The knives hidden in the woodshed should be considered contraband if strictly investigated. According to the law, a crime of private ownership can be determined, and the lightest punishment is fifty-year-old...

As for long weapons such as guns...hehe...

Zhu Xiu was frightened by the other party Cuilan and made him beat him indirectly. The discovery of these guys made him think that there was something wrong with his mother's roots. Could it be that they were rioters, traitors and descendants?

Zhu Xiu searched all the memories, but did not find that Zhu Xiu had any impression of it before. It turned out that the nerd Zhu Xiu had never found these things at home. He didn't seem to be strange about why his mother knew martial arts.

Well...the thick lines and nerves are quite well-known.

Zhu Xiu remembered that when she asked her mother carefully, Fang Cuilan just smiled and shook her head, sighed, and did not explain too much to her.

However, from the scattered clues obtained from Zhu Xiu's memories from childhood to adulthood, combined with his mother's expression at that time, it goes without saying that it must be a sad and sad past...

What made Zhu Xiu relieved was that the old Zhu family did not have any connection with the anti-King thief bandits. When his mother was young, she seemed to have fled from the Jianghuai area. The Fang family... a long time ago, it seemed to be in the salt transportation business, similar to the Salt Gang.

Perhaps because his son was still young, Fang Cuilan didn't want to say much, so Zhu Xiu didn't ask much. In short, the old Zhu family is still a big good citizen, so there is no need to worry about one day when he was inexplicably on the government's arrest list.

"Shocked! The fish that broke the net that broke the gang and eliminated evil - Zhu Xiaolang Xiu, hidden in Taozhu Village for fourteen years!"

After Zhu Xiu finished washing up, Fang Cuilan also finished playing sticks and inserted the stick into a hole beside the earthen wall with a "bang". The hole was very deep and the stick stood firmly.

Fang Cuilan was busy serving breakfast. Zhu Xiu hesitated for a while, walked to the big stick that was inserted straight into the sky, raised her hand and slowly held it...

Somehow, a sacred sense of mission suddenly surged in Zhu Xiu's heart, as if he had held the golden cudgel, and he was no longer a mortal. The Nantian Gate and Lingxiao Palace would eventually be broken under his feet...

"Huh~~ Please God prove the power of my time travel son again! Get up!~"

Zhu Xiu roared in his heart, his eyes sterned, and he used one arm to force... with both arms to force... and pull up the willows...

Zhu Xiu's face turned red and grinned. He tried his best to take advantage of his breasts, but he could only lift the iron-headed stick with a little bit, trying to dance, and was a scheming dream.

Zhu Xiu let go and then took a step back, sighed, full of loss, and the little flame in his heart that longed for extraordinary martial arts was ruthlessly extinguished. It seemed that he would never be able to become a hero who galloped around the world in his life.

The little contempt that I inadvertently revealed at the beginning said that he had no roots in practicing martial arts at all...

To be honest, it's really too true...

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The old Zhu family, who was frugal, had already changed three meals to two meals. Although it was more in line with the grassroots social situation at that time, for Zhu Xiu, he was really full and hungry for a day.

Besides, he is still in the stage of growing up. What if his nutrition cannot keep up with it and his development is dysplasia in the future?

Zhu Xiu secretly worried about his body.

He had a meal of corn and vegetable porridge, and his mouth was bland and boring. When he was ill in bed a few days ago, Fang Cuilan quickly killed the only two laying hens of the old Zhu family. When the village came to visit him, he gathered another one. Within two days, the mother and son were eaten without any bones.

Next, I went back to my old days, and I ate corn and shepherd's purse porridge for seven or eight days. It was really hard for Zhu Xiu, who had no choice but to eat meat in his previous life.

"Squeeze~Squeeze~"

Looking at Fang Cuilan holding a flat bowl and drinking it, she was still holding half a piece of vegetable in her hand, and she chewed it with a bite of crispy and dipped it in a bite of dashi and then ate it with a bite. It was crispy and crispy, and she looked like she was relishing, Zhu Xiu couldn't help but feel even more depressed.

Vegetables, which are the early radish plant, are also one of the main vegetables this year.

Zhu Xiu chewed the radish in his mouth. The big sauce tasted pretty good, but he couldn't eat every radish and porridge, so he didn't even eat a bite of dry rice!

"Mom~ There are still half a bucket of Huainan rice in your house? You went out yesterday, so you sold it, right?"

Zhu Xiu licked her lips and wanted to eat a bite of big white rice!

Fang Cuilan whispered the edge of the bowl and laughed guiltily, "Wei Niang originally wanted to sell the rice at the Shuikou Village Market, but... she met Zhu Dayong's wife on the way... The harvest of Zhu Dayong's house was not good last year, and Chen Liang was about to eat up, and she was borrowing grain everywhere! Wei Niang... just... hehe... lent the rice to his house~~"

Fang Cuilan knew that since her son had seriously ill, the taste became picky and she liked to eat rice. The fields of Lao Zhu family are mostly millet, and a small part of them grow wheat. Not to mention the expensive rice, the storage capacity is not as good as millet, and there is not much inventory. Fang Cuilan only cooks it every now and then.

As if worried that his son would complain about him, Fang Cuilan quickly said, "Son, when you were sick the previous time, Zhu Dayong's wife took her baby to see her and gave her two eggs. They are both fellow villagers and the same clan. If you can help, you can't help!"

Zhu Xiu smiled bitterly and said, "Mom~ I will give it to you, but the child has no objection. The villagers usually treat our family well. No matter how hard life is, they will endure it if they work harder."

"Good boy is really sensible!" Fang Cuilan was very pleased, "Our Zhu family is a role model of the Zhu family sect in Taozhu Village. You can't let anyone with the surname Tao take a joke!"

Zhu Xiu sighed slightly. The prosperity of the old Zhu family came from the fact that the cheap father became a tribute scholar in the village. Unfortunately, the pillar fell too quickly, and the family's situation changed drastically, as if it had become a thorn in Fang Cuilan's heart.

Now, she put all her hopes on Zhu Xiu, firmly and even stubbornly believed that only by becoming a village tributer can the old Zhu family regain the short-lived glory.

Zhu Xiu could understand her mother's little vanity. After all, she was her. After her husband died, she tried her best to support the Zhu family.

"Oh by the way, I'm going to the county town later. There are five stones of millet, and I'll sell three stones. My mother and I'll leave two stones to eat the summer harvest. By the way, check out your second sister to see if I can get you some paper and ink back. I won't come back tonight. You close the yard before going to bed, and go to Lao Wang's house to deal with it for dinner. Yesterday, Wei's mother went out and met him~~"

Fang Cuilan squatted beside the water tank, brushing the dishes and chopsticks, and muttered to Zhu Xiu.

Zhu Xiu squatted aside, looking at his lonely old hen pecking at the small stones on the ground, he was stunned when he heard this, and said in confusion: "Which old king?"

Fang Cuilan gave him a blank look, "Of course it's Wang Luwu's stupid goose!"

As he said that, Fang Cuilan also squeezed her eyes at Zhu Xiu, as if she wanted to convey some meaning to him, which made Zhu Xiu stunned and completely unsure what I meant.

After packing up, Fang Cuilan went out to borrow a mule and a cart. She packed and tied three stones and a hemp tightly. She carried a stick, and a small bag hung on the stick. She fell to the yard and left.

Zhu Xiu squatted under the eaves, wrapped in a wide old jacket, his nose twitched, and in the quiet courtyard, only he and the old hen were left staring at each other.

In an instant, Zhu Xiu felt that she had become a left-behind child...

Loneliness, weakness, helplessness...

"...Wang Luwu... seems to be a tenant from the old Zhu family... but where does he live? ~uh... can't remember..."
Chapter completed!