"How do you know?" Feng Qing looked 'You are so smart'. She moved to Fang Zheng alike, and said in a low voice and shameless manner: "Honey, can you tell me about the prices here?"

Isn’t the three elements of life eating, drinking and sleeping?

Needless to say, one room and one bed is enough. If she has it, the rest is food and drink. Eating and drinking are always linked to money, so she needs to know more.

In the original owner's memory, she still knew about the simple conversion of money, but Feng Qing searched the word "price" in her mind, and responded to her blankness.

Fang Zheng looked up in surprise. As the hand holding the bowl was slightly shaking, the brown medicine in the bowl rolled up ripples. He lowered his head again, and his eyelashes trembled slightly. "I don't know much about it, but I try to tell you what you want to know."

"My husband, you are such a good person." Feng Qing sighed.

One day was enough for her to accept her current situation. After thinking it through, the rejection from yesterday to this morning has been replaced by positive optimism. Since she can't leave, she should live well.

Fang Zheng twitched the corner of his mouth, but no response.

The place where Feng Qing stayed today is a dynasty that never appeared in history, called the Daliang Dynasty. It is said that the priest is a wise ruler. More than ten years ago, he advocated the abolition of the nine-rank Zhongzheng system of the previous dynasty, and no longer focused on family members when selecting officials. Of course, this has naturally aroused strong opposition from the aristocratic families. Fortunately, the priest also has methods. Although the recommendation of the aristocratic families has not been completely eliminated, it has also promoted many poor students. For poor students, this is undoubtedly a huge pie falling from the sky.

Over the past ten years, there have been many poor scholars who have gained the emperor's eyes and were once granted the title of marquis and ministers.

Because of this, even if it is as remote as the village in Dongliu, each family has accumulated enough energy to send their children to school.

Although few people have truly made a fortune, the knowledge of the young generation in the countryside is much higher than that of the older generation.

The topic is far-reaching. Speaking of Fang Zheng, the best player in this young generation, although he does not usually contact ordinary affairs, he knows a lot after hearing Fang Jiang's occasional complaints.

Captain Feng Qing's longing eyes, Fang Zheng told the story of what he knew.

After a long time, Feng Qing was still staring ahead in a daze.

Fang Zheng knocked on the empty bowl.

"Ah?" Feng Qing then came back from the shock. She stood up awkwardly, "I'll go wash the dishes, you can rest."

After speaking, Feng Qing quickly grabbed the bowl from Fang Zheng's hand and left the house.

Before leaving, I did not forget to close the door.

A door also sets the gaze behind him for exploration.

Feng Qing was washing dishes while thinking that according to the current market price, one tael of silver can only be bought once rice, but I don’t know how many kilograms it can be converted into in the previous life, and it only has one or two hundred kilograms. One tael of silver is equal to one thousand copper plates. According to Fang Jiang, Fang Erlang can only earn twenty or thirty copper plates a day, which is about one. Wouldn’t it take more than a month to earn one tael of silver?

If you dig it out for daily flowers, you can’t spend two or three taels a year!

When Feng Qing thought of the more than ten taels he had been in the box, he suddenly felt that he had changed from a young rich man to a poor and lower-middle peasant.

no!

She can't sit and eat the whole country!

Just as she put down the clean bowl, there was a noise outside and Feng Qing's familiar loud voice.

"Sister-in-law of the Fang family, something happened! Your Dalang fell into a trap on the mountain and was covered in blood. It was almost impossible. Go and see where!" Aunt Liang panted and snatched the door frame of the Fang family and shouted inside.

Clang

The sound of heavy objects falling to the ground came from Fang Dalang's house, and then the heart-wrenching cry of the child came from the child.

Feng Qing hurriedly ran to the opposite side.

He didn't care about being suspicious, so he pushed open the door and stepped in.

In the room, Zhou Xiaohua collapsed on the ground, and there was a little girl at her feet wearing half of her clothes, flew straight downwards, crying loudly.

It was obvious that Zhou Xiaohua was just now wearing clothes for the child and heard Aunt Liang's words, and she lost her strength and the child fell to the ground.

Feng Qing hurriedly picked up the child, and the little girl had no other injuries except for her forehead hitting her bag.

Fortunately, it is winter now and the child is sleeping and wearing a lot, otherwise the fall will definitely be very good.

"Sister-in-law, don't worry." Feng Qing clumsily patted the child while persuading Zhou Xiaohua, who was already in vain, "I haven't seen my elder brother yet, so I can't scare myself first. Get up quickly, let's see my elder brother."

"What's wrong, what's wrong!" Fang Jiang was in the east room, not very clear. She heard someone talking in Zhou Xiaohua's room and ran over and asked, "What's wrong with my Dalang?"

Fang Zheng from the west room obviously heard the noise, and he followed Fang Jiang out immediately, "Mom, don't worry, I'll go see my elder brother."

Feng Qing carried the child out of the house, and she had no time to see Fang Zheng's rushing back. Feng Qingxin made a fuss and stuffed the child directly into Fang Jiang's arms, saying, "Mom, I'll go and have a look with my husband."

"Sanlang!" Fang Jiang's heart had already sunk to the bottom. If she hadn't been holding the child in her arms, she would have been able to sit on the ground. Fang Jiang's lips trembled, "No matter what, I must save your elder brother."

"Mom, don't worry, I'm here." Fang Zheng changed his elegance, his handsome face was solemn, and his steps were fast.

Feng Qing trotted and followed, feeling relieved, but she didn't see Fang Dalang. She really didn't know what to say.

Cough cough, cough cough, cough.

He left too quickly, and Fang Zheng couldn't help but cough.

"My husband, maybe it's Aunt Liang's exaggeration. You, you must take good care of yourself."

Fang Zheng kept walking, his voice was colder than usual, "You go back first, the mountain is dangerous."

It was only half a journey, and Fang Zheng had already heard Feng Qing's breathing as if he was panting. He didn't want Feng Qing to drag down his steps.

"I'm not at ease with you." Fang Dalang was injured. I don't know how Old Man Fang was. Fang Zheng was weak again, so she wanted to help.

After pursing his lips, Fang Zheng stopped speaking and had no intention of waiting for Feng Qing.

The back mountain of Dongliu Village is three or four miles away from the village. The trees near the village are not lush. Many of them have been cultivated by the villagers and planted food. Old man Fang and Fang Dalang went to the deep mountains on the top of the mountain.

Although most of the time, the two of them are on the edge of the deep mountains, there are many dangers on this edge. Many people in Dongliu Village and the next village can dig traps. Every spring, it is a small trap at three steps and a big trap at five steps. Logically speaking, in this winter, most animals hide in the winter and have fewer traps so they won't fall into it. Moreover, Old Man Fang and Fang Dalang have not been able to go back and know the location of the trap well.

But it was bad. Last night, there was a family in the village next door. Several young people were drunk and came to the back mountain to dig traps, preparing to catch a wild boar.

The wild boar was not caught, and Fang Dalang fell in.

It is a big deal for people in the village to fall into the trap, and many enthusiastic villagers rushed to the back mountain one after another. Feng Qingjiang heard it intermittently along the way and pieced together the causes and consequences.

The original owner has never had such a large amount of exercise until now, so when he arrived at the top of the mountain, Feng Qing was so tired that his eyes turned black. She closed her mouth tightly and took a deep breath. The rapid pain in her chest slowly eased.

Fang Zheng was obviously very tired, his lips were white, his hair was messy, and his forehead was a little cold sweat.

Seeing Fang Zheng staggering and almost falling down, he didn't care to take a deep breath, Feng Qing grabbed Fang Zheng's arm, stabilized his body, and whispered in his ear: "I'll help you."

Knowing that his body had reached its limit, Fang Zheng did not refuse.

"Sanlang, is this your wife?" He asked when he saw that the atmosphere was too tense and someone next to him broke the stagnant atmosphere.

"Yes, Uncle Lu." Fang Zheng replied, reminding Feng Qing again, "Call someone."

Feng Qing greeted obediently, "Uncle Lu Er."

Uncle Lu is a hunter in the village. He is over thirty years old this year. He is tall and dark-faced. He is an enthusiastic person. "Oh, good boy."

"I think you are both tired, otherwise you will wait on the side of the road and I will come forward to welcome them."

"No, Uncle Lu."
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