(0002)

Zhang Zhun sat up and turned to look at the door.

The dark curtain was lifted, and a young girl came in with a bamboo basket in her hand.

She is about fifteen or sixteen years old, with a slim figure, fair skin, beautiful eyes as clear as autumn water, and delicate face as white as cream, gentle and graceful, healthy and active. She was wearing very ordinary kudzu floral clothes, and there were obviously several patches to see. The simple clothes could not hide her beautiful face, and her slim figure exuded the unique youthful charm of a young girl. She stepped in and her expression was natural, as if she had returned to her own home.

Zhang Zhun hurriedly searched his mind, but found that in his memory she felt very familiar and liked to be with her very much, but who she was and what her name was, she just couldn't remember it. It was really strange. The original Erlangzi seemed to have a problem with his mind.

"You are... Xiaoya?" Zhang Zhun said tentatively.

I just heard from the mouse that the wound on his forehead was helped by "Xiao Ya". When the young girl came in, he had already seen some common herbs in the other party's bamboo basket, which I thought should be related to his wounds.

When the young girl heard what he said, her dark and round eyes turned slightly, her eyes lit up slightly, and she became more agile in her simplicity. She seemed a little strange, but she didn't say anything. She just nodded gently and said, "I'll look at your wound first, and then decoct the medicine for you to drink."

After saying that, he walked over and reached out to find Zhang Zhun's forehead.

A girl's fragrance comes to her face and refreshes her heart. This is the original fragrance without any cosmetic taste, fresh, natural, light and peaceful. Lotus comes out of the clear water, and is naturally decorated. The young girl's voice is not particularly crisp, but it also has a round and sounds very comfortable.

Since entering the detention center, Zhang Zhun has been detained for three years and has not had close contact with women. As the saying goes, after three years of military service, the sow is as good as Diao Chan, let alone being detained in the detention center for three years? To be honest, as long as he is a mother, he can see a flower. Fortunately, his concentration is quite good and he will not lose his composure.

"Are you mouse's sister?" Zhang Zhun asked tentatively again.

"Yes!" the young girl replied casually.

"Then...what's your name? Sorry, I...forgot your name." Zhang Zhun asked embarrassedly. Forgot someone else's name, it was indeed a bit disrespectful, but there was no way, he really couldn't remember it.

"Forget? You never remember my name." The young girl said indifferently, her fingers swept across the wound on his head. However, Zhang Zhun still felt a trace of warmth from her words.

"I'm sorry." Zhang Zhun said sincerely.

"My father called me Xiaohan, my mother called me Hanhan, my brother called me Xiaoya, you can just call me." The young girl said indifferently.

"Then what's your name?" Zhang Zhun didn't realize at all that in ancient times, it was actually very impolite to ask a girl's name so directly. He just felt that he should be very familiar with the other party and had to know the other party's name, just like the phone number required in later generations.

"Yang Yinghan! You don't remember it if you say it!" The young girl was obviously very familiar with him, so she casually said her name.

"Yang Yinghan, I remember it." Zhang Zhun said slowly.

A good name.

Lotus is a lotus that has not bloomed.

The sky is endless and the sun is green, and the lotus flowers are red in the sun.

The young girl no longer speaks.

She lifted the gauze on Zhang Zhun's wound, cleaned off the herbs inside, and then applied some new herbs again. Zhang Zhun felt every move she made. She was not a professional doctor and did not have professional tools. It was impossible to be very formal. Among ordinary women, these movements were already done well.

Suddenly, she asked, "Do you still remember my name?"

Zhang Zhun's conditioned reflex answer: "Yang Yinghan! Your father calls you Xiaohan, your mother calls you Hanhan, and your brother calls you Xiaoya. But I don't remember how I called you before, so I had to call you Xiaoya with your brother. You probably won't mind, right?"

Yang Yinghan's movement paused for a moment, put his finger on his wound, and said in disbelief: "Do you really remember?"

Zhang Zhun said, "I still remember your father's name is Yang Kaide and your mother's name is Huang. But your brother, I only remember that his nickname is mouse, so I don't remember Daming. I forgot to ask when he was here just now."

Yang Yinghan was silent for a moment, not knowing what he was thinking, but his fingers that were stuck on the wound were not moving. After a while, he said, "He is my second brother, named Yang Dahao. My eldest brother is Yang Ruifeng. I also have a younger brother and sister, named Yang Gansheng and Yang Lingxue respectively. Do you remember them all?"

Zhang Zhun nodded and said, "I remember."

Yang Yinghan didn't speak anymore, and moved her fingers and continued to help him with the wound.

After a while, the wound was treated. Yang Yinghan bent down and picked up the bamboo basket, turned around and left. When she walked to the door, she suddenly stopped and did not look back, but asked, "Yu Lin, what did I tell you just now?"

Zhang Zhun said casually: "You said that mouse is your second brother, whose name is Yang Dahao. Your elder brother is Yang Ruifeng. Your younger brother is Yang Gansheng, and your younger sister is Yang Lingxue."

Before he finished speaking, Yang Yinghan suddenly shook his body, as if he had twitched, and then raised his hand, as if he had wiped the corner of his eyes, then lowered his head, lifted the curtain, and disappeared quickly.

"strangeness."

"Even if I recovered my memory, you don't need to be so excited, do you?"

Zhang Zhun said to himself.

He decided to get off the kang and go outside for a walk.

Open the dark curtain and go out. Outside, there is a chaotic open space, with weeds, garbage, and dirty children playing. Around the open space, there are dozens of thatched huts, all of which are dilapidated. In order to make up for the loopholes in the wall, as long as it is used, all of them are used, such as mud, straw hats, hats, banana leaves, and spider webs...

Some thatched roofs are covered with large and small stones. I don’t know what they are used for, nor do I worry that the stones will fall down in the middle of the night and just hit the forehead. Some thatched roofs have dense cucumber vines, but I don’t see the shadow of cucumbers. Maybe the season is wrong. I don’t know who has a lot of dry gourds hanging under the eaves.

The stinky ditch in front of the thatched hut seemed to have ink poured. Because the weather was cold, the water seemed to be frozen. You could vaguely see the flies that were frozen to death, and I don’t know how long it had been frozen in it. I’m afraid it would take at least a few months? The buzzing sound of the gadfly seemed particularly harsh, but I couldn’t see where the cow was. I don’t know what smell was in the air, and I felt like I was in a chaotic shanty town in later generations. Well, to be precise, the shanty towns in later generations were much better than here.

"Erlang, my home is here."

Suddenly, the familiar voice rang again.

You don’t have to look at it, you will know it’s a mouse. Well, his big name is Yang Dahao.

The mouse came over and said familiarly: "Xiao Ya is decorating medicine for you. Do you want to come and sit down?"

Zhang Zhun shook his head and walked forward.

He wants to observe the surrounding terrain.

This is a habit of a soldier. When you come to a strange environment, you must be familiar with the surrounding terrain at the first time. Only by understanding all the surrounding terrain can you make a correct response if there is an emergency. In the late Ming Dynasty, there was a real chaotic world, and human life was like grass. This was even more so after the seventh year of Chongzhen. He did not want to die regretfully in the hands of others again.

If he dies, he cannot change the course of history, even the smallest. If the course of history cannot change, his father, his wife, and his daughter cannot escape the tragic fate! He must live, and only by living can he play a role!

With the lessons from his previous life, Zhang Zhun now does not believe in any justice and justice.

He only believes in two sentences:

The first sentence is: Destiny must be in your own hands.

The second sentence is: People's lives are like grass in troubled times, and a knife is the king of grass heads.

"Erlen, where are you going?" The mouse hurriedly followed him.

"I'll just go there. By the way, I basically have no impression of this place. Please introduce it to me." Zhang Zhun said.

"What's the point of introducing bad places?" Mouse looked reluctant.

"After all, this place is our hometown!" Zhang Zhun said calmly.

The mouse had to start explaining it in a nagging manner.

According to Zhu Yuanzhang's original regulations, each thousand households should have 1,120 military households, and each guard should have 5,600 military households. This is a standard organization. In addition to military households, there are also small flags, general flags, politicians, hundreds of households, thousands of households, commanders, commanders, commanders, commanders, commanders and other officers at all levels. The participation of the guard office is an important part of the Ming army, but it has been completely decomposed to the present. Due to various reasons, military households have been continuously fled, and now there are less than 450 military households registered in Fushan.

During the Ming Dynasty, there were few households in Laizhou Prefecture and Dengzhou Prefecture in Shandong, and basically all people living here were military households. During the Jiajing period, Japanese pirates continued to invade all over the coast of Shandong, and a large number of households moved in, and the remaining number was even smaller. In the fourth year of Chongzhen, Kong Youde and others occupied Dengzhou Prefecture to cause chaos and ate with each other, which really killed many people, resulting in a significant reduction in the number of military households. The current Laizhou Prefecture and Dengzhou Prefecture are truly vast and sparsely populated. All you can hear in the middle of the night are the howlings of wild wolves.

The place where they lived was called Yangjiatun, which was one of the twenty-five towns under Fushan. There were about 60 households, and the total population of all the people may be 600 to 700 people. Due to the remote location, civil strife in various parts of Shandong rarely affected Fushan. Yangjiatun did not have a decent building, all of which were thatched huts. When you look at the past, it was the shanty towns of later generations, and even a little worse than the shanty towns.

The household registration system of the Ming Dynasty was too perverted. Military households were hereditary. When my son died, he was over. One person was a military household. The whole family was a military household. Even the married daughter-in-law was like this. Military households could not be removed from their ancestry. As time went by, the number of households did not increase at all, and the actual population increased a lot. The population of the entire Fushan Institute may have several thousand people.

However, most of the population is not recorded in the Yellow Book (equivalent to the household registration book of the Ming Dynasty, with a yellow cover, commonly known as the Yellow Book). In other words, these people are all black households. The country "does not know" the existence of these people, regardless of their lives or death. The reason is naturally that the officers at all levels of the garrison have been making trouble. No dynasty is more powerful than the Ming Dynasty when they have enough money and have empty wages.

"Yulin, the medicine is ready, come and drink it quickly!"

The two turned back to the open space in the middle of Yangjiatun, and Yang Yinghan's voice came just in a whisper.
Chapter completed!