Chapter 3 Money can’t be spent

After a short rest, Yang Zhengshan felt much better, but his stomach started to growl again.

It was almost noon now, and he only had a bowl of mixed grain porridge in the morning, which was not enough.

Yang Zhengshan looked up at the kitchen. This family only had two meals a day, and the next meal was at night. He felt that he probably couldn't make it to the night.

People are made of iron, and food is made of steel. If you don't eat a meal, you will be hungry.

"Daughter-in-law, cook!"

Yang Zhengshan shouted unceremoniously.

Wang, who was cleaning the yard, was stunned, "Dad, cook now?"

This family only had two meals a day, but there was no habit of eating at noon.

"Well, we will eat three meals a day in the future." Yang Zhengshan maintained his original personality and said concisely.

"Three meals a day!" Wang was surprised, "Dad, there is not much food at home."

No one wants to be hungry, but there is not much food at home. If you don't save some, it is estimated that it will not last until the autumn harvest.

"I know. I will go to the county town with my eldest brother to buy some food in the afternoon!" Yang Zhengshan said lightly.

He not only wanted to buy food, but also some meat. This family hasn't eaten meat for a long time. The original body was reluctant to eat it, and he would not treat himself badly.

And he also had to recover his body. Although the spiritual spring water had the effect of healing injuries, he also needed nutrition to rebuild his martial arts.

Wang looked at Yang Zhengshan in surprise, but did not ask much. This was the authority of the head of the family. As a daughter-in-law, she could not question her father-in-law's decision.

Soon, Wang cooked a table of food. The staple food was still corn cakes and grain porridge, and there was an additional dish of fried leek and eggs.

It was called fried leek and eggs, but in fact there were only two eggs in two large bowls of leek.

Yang Mingcheng and Yang Mingzhi, who had been working in the fields, came back. Looking at the food on the table, they all looked at Wang in surprise, as if they were surprised that Wang had a brain today and actually made lunch.

"Dad asked me to do it!" Wang whispered beside Yang Mingcheng.

Yang Mingcheng looked at Yang Zhengshan who came out of the house. He actually wanted to ask Yang Zhengshan why he wanted to make lunch today, but seeing Yang Zhengshan's wooden face, he could only swallow the words on his lips.

"Wash up and eat!" Yang Zhengshan was too lazy to explain. I am your father now. I can do whatever I want. Why should I explain to you?

In feudal society, filial piety is the most important thing. Children who question their parents are unfilial. .

Yang Zhengshan sat in the main seat and started eating with the porridge.

He was really hungry.

The food made by Wang was really ordinary. If Yang Zhengshan was not so hungry, he would not be able to eat it at all.

This can't be blamed on Wang. It's really hard for a good cook to cook without rice. Yang Zhengshan went to the kitchen just now. There were no other seasonings in the kitchen except a small half can of lard and coarse salt.

What kind of delicious food can be made under such conditions?

Now Yang Zhengshan has no right to dislike it. It's good to have something to eat.

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Yangjia Village is backed by Changqing Mountain. Standing at the entrance of the village and looking north, you can see endless mountains and forests, and looking south, you can see endless fertile fields.

Most of the villagers in the village are surnamed Yang, from the same clan, but Yang Zhengshan's branch is relatively thin, and the three generations before him were all single-line, so the original body did not have any brothers or sisters.

Afternoon.

Yang Zhengshan asked Yang Mingcheng to harness the ox cart and slowly walked towards the county town.

The rural roads were bumpy, and the wheels of the ox cart had no vibration reduction. It was bumpy all the way. When he arrived at the county town, Yang Zhengshan felt that he was about to fall apart.

Yangjia Village was relatively close to the county town, only about a dozen miles away, but they walked for half an hour.

This ridiculous traffic speed, Yang Zhengshan didn't dare to think about it. If it was hundreds or thousands of miles, how long would it take to walk.

Entering the county, Yang Zhengshan observed the surroundings curiously. The county in his memory was different from what he saw with his own eyes. The county was still very prosperous, with shops on both sides of the street and pedestrians coming and going.

This is not one of those ancient tourist cities, but a real ancient city. Ancient buildings are connected together, and the people are all wearing real ancient costumes, which looks full of ancient charm.

The county in front of him is called Anning County, located in the northeast of the Darong Dynasty. Three hundred miles to the north is the northeast border of the Darong Dynasty. The north is the territory of nomadic peoples. The original body joined the army to resist the invasion of nomadic peoples at the northeast border.

"Dad, do you want to go see my third brother first!" asked Yang Mingcheng, who was driving the car.

Yang Zhengshan blinked, and then he remembered that he had a third son who was an apprentice in the blacksmith shop in the county.

It would be a bit unreasonable not to go to see the third son when he came to the county.

"Let's go to the market first!"

You can't go to see your son empty-handed.

Recalling the memories of the original body, Yang Zhengshan knew that being an apprentice in a blacksmith shop was not an easy job.

Apprentice, apprentice, in fact, is a hard laborer.

Apprentices do all the dirty and tiring work, and whether they can learn the skills depends on whether the master is willing to teach.

Moreover, apprentices do not get paid, only food and accommodation.

The third child, Yang Minghao, was thirteen years old, and was sent to the blacksmith shop by the original body a year ago.

Thirteen years old, not yet graduated from elementary school, Yang Zhengshan felt fucked just thinking about it.

When he came to the market, Yang Zhengshan first bought two stone of grain, some oil, salt, sauce and vinegar, and finally bought ten catties of pork and some pork bones.

Thinking that he had to go to see his third son, Yang Zhengshan bought twenty more meat buns.

After a round of shopping, less than two taels of the ten taels of silver that Yang Zhengshan brought were left.

When leaving the market, Yang Zhengshan couldn't help but sigh that money can't be spent.

He still had a lot of things he wanted to buy, but seeing the remaining silver, he could only put an end to his thoughts of squandering.

The blacksmith shops in the county town had a wide range of business, not only making various farm tools, but also making weapons such as swords, spears, and halberds.

Martial arts were popular in the Darong Dynasty. Although the proportion of warriors was small, many people had practiced martial arts, just like in Yangjia Village, almost everyone knew some martial arts, which was the inheritance of the Yang family.

In feudal society, clans were a very important component. The large clans were the aristocratic families, and the small clans were the local grassroots management agencies. Each clan had its own inheritance.

Anning County was close to the border and often faced threats from nomadic peoples in the north, so there were more people practicing martial arts. This also led to many people having weapons such as swords, spears, and halberds in their homes.

In addition, there was Changqing Mountain in Anning County, and there were many hunters at the foot of the mountain, and there were also many people who were good at bows and arrows.

The blacksmith shop in front of us was the largest blacksmith shop in Anning County, with five masters and more than a dozen apprentices. It was the industry of the Anning Lu family.

"Youngest, why are you here?"

As soon as Yang Zhengshan entered the blacksmith shop, he met a sturdy man, but the man walked with a limp.

Lu Zhou, a branch of the Lu family, was my comrade-in-arms. When I joined the army, Lu Zhou was my flag officer. Yang Minghao was able to come to the blacksmith shop as an apprentice because of Lu Zhou's relationship.

"Brother Lu, I'm here to see Minghao." Yang Zhengshan smiled faintly.

When I joined the army, I was the youngest soldier under Lu Zhou, so everyone called him the youngest.

The two of them were brothers in life and death. Lu Zhou had taken good care of me over the years. Unfortunately, Lu Zhou was seriously injured in that battle and still walks with a limp.

"Minghao, Minghao!" Lu Zhou's voice was particularly loud, and his voice directly suppressed the clanging sound of iron in the blacksmith shop.

"Dad!"

A sturdy young man ran over, bare-shouldered and dark-skinned.

Yang Zhengshan nodded to his third son, and then handed the three pounds of pork in his hand to Lu Zhou, "Brother Lu, let me talk to Minghao for a while."

"Just talk, why are you holding something?" Lu Zhou blamed.

Yang Zhengshan didn't say much, and directly stuffed the pork into Lu Zhou's hand, "I have to go back today, so I won't talk to you anymore."

After that, he turned and walked out of the blacksmith shop. According to the memory of his original body, Lu Zhou was a generous man who would not care about the three pounds of pork, but Yang Zhengshan was a man of courtesy and reciprocity. The third son still needed Lu Zhou's care, so it was reasonable to give him some gifts.

Lu Zhou looked at the pork in his hand, and then looked at Yang Zhengshan who was leaving, thinking that he would take better care of Yang Minghao in the future.

It's a pity that he was only a branch of the Lu family, and he didn't have the final say in the blacksmith shop, and there were not many places where he could take care of Yang Minghao.

"Big brother!"

Walking out of the blacksmith shop, Yang Minghao saw his father and big brother with a silly smile on his face.

"How are you doing recently? Are you tired?"

Yang Mingcheng, the big brother, still cares about his younger brother. It's not easy to come to the county town, so Yang Mingcheng can't help but ask about his well-being.

Yang Zhengshan stood aside and watched quietly. He didn't have any feelings for these cheap sons, so he couldn't ask about their well-being.

And the original body was not a talkative person, so keeping silent was not against the character setting.

The two brothers talked for a while, and Yang Zhengshan handed five meat buns to the third son, and took out a hundred coins to give to the third son.

"Everything is fine at home, don't worry!"

Yang Zhengshan patted the third son on the shoulder.

"Take care of yourself!"

Yang Mingcheng drove the ox cart away from the blacksmith shop, and Yang Minghao stood in the blacksmith shop with a look of reluctance.

Leaving home at a young age, it was not easy to see his family, but it was only a quick meeting.

Yang Zhengshan sat on the ox cart, looking at the blacksmith shop getting farther and farther away, and couldn't help sighing in his heart.

Life in this family is really hard.

He needs to think of a way to improve the family's financial situation, at least to be able to eat well and wear warm clothes.