Traveling through famine years, peasant girls hold space in their hands to store food

The man in black clothes raised his lips and smiled coldly: "Does this matter? The most important thing now is that you want to enter the general's mansion, and I can help you, right?"

Old man Qing disapproved and persuaded his daughter not to have any wild ideas. Then he turned to the man in Xuanyi and drove him away angrily.

"No matter who you are or what your purpose is, please don't drag your old daughter with you. We are just from humble beginnings and don't want to wade into this muddy water."

Qingli looked at the man in black clothes, frowning slightly, wondering whether to believe this man or not. He...

"You...what is your purpose?"

Qingli plucked up the courage to ask stammeringly, but her father beside her tried to dissuade her.

The man looked up and laughed. He was also playing with the mutton-fat white jade hanging from his waist. His slender and delicate fingers made Qingli tremble slightly.

With such beautiful fingers, I guess the man's face wouldn't be too ugly.

The old man Qing next to him knew by looking at his daughter's appearance that she was becoming a nymphomaniac again, so he stretched out his hand and pulled her sleeves and shouted.

"Sister Li, go cook quickly, dad is hungry." Old man Qing wanted to send his daughter away, but the man in black clothes in front of him looked at this scene coldly, with a sarcastic sneer on his lips.

"Dad, please let go. My daughter still has something to ask this young master."

Qingli shook off Old Man Qing's hand, and just then the housekeeper of the landlord's house came to the door with someone.

"Is Old Man Qing at home?"

The father and daughter looked out the door and saw that it was a good housekeeper. The old man hurriedly walked towards the door to greet him.

"Old man Qing is here to inform you that next month our master will take back the land you share."

Before the old man Qing could say anything else, the good steward had already led the people towards the next house.

Old man Qing's head suddenly went blank, and he staggered. This was going to cost them their lives! How can we survive without our fields?

Qingli stood by the door in the room, biting her lower lip and shouted: "Dad..."

Old man Qing turned his head and his eyes were slightly red. He felt that his hunchback was getting worse. Qingli felt an inexplicable pain in her heart when she saw it. Her eyes flashed slightly and her eyes became firm. She made a lot of determination at this moment.

He turned around and walked back to the house, looking at the man standing in the middle of the main room playing with the jade pendant in his hand.

"If I listen to you, can you help me enter the general's mansion?"

The man's eyebrows hidden under the mask raised slightly, and his beautiful thin lips curled slightly, "Of course!"

"Okay, I'll listen to you, but you have to find a way to send us, father and daughter, to the general's mansion."

The man smiled coldly, pointed at Qingli and said, "You can go. As for your father, I have my own arrangements. Don't worry, since you can't survive in this remote place, why not fight for yourself."

The young old man walking by the door had no other thoughts at this time. The fields are the lifeblood of the people!

This means that the seed will not be allowed to be planted. How will their father and daughter live in the future? I simply don’t have the energy to go out and do odd jobs. As for my daughter...

The old man Qing lamented, squatted by the door, took out the dry tobacco bag from his waist and started smoking.

The man in Xuanyi was talking to Qingli to help her enter the general's mansion. He would naturally look for her when needed and just told her to keep her mouth shut.

Although Qingli couldn't guess what the man was thinking, she still emphasized to him that she would not do anything like murder.

"rest assured!"

The man glanced at Qingli and saw an unconcealable excitement in her eyes, while the old man Qing next to him had a sad look on his face.

"I wonder if this old man can go to my village and help me with work? Don't worry, I just take care of the fields on my farm. Is it okay to pay five taels of silver per month?"

Qingli heard the man's words and exclaimed, "Five taels?"

After getting the man's affirmative answer again, Qingli walked towards her father in surprise, stretched out her hand and pulled his sleeve and said it's okay this time, five taels of silver, the two of them couldn't save even if they worked for a year. ah!

Old Man Qing was also a little moved, but when he thought it was at the expense of his daughter, he was still very resistant. After Qingli cried and persuaded him, Old Man Qing sighed deeply and nodded helplessly.

"That's great, Dad, I'll go and clean it up right now."

The man's cold voice sounded again at this time, saying that there was nothing to deal with, and they had everything they needed in the village.

In this way, Qing's father and daughter were taken back to their village in a carriage by the man.

For the next few days, Chu Haochen was watched by Mo Er and stayed in bed to rest. Today, he had to get out of bed and move around no matter what, otherwise his whole body would grow hairy.

"Master, what are you going to do?" Qian Bo came in with the soup.

Chu Haochen, dressed neatly, looked at the soup that Uncle Qian brought in, and frowned. It was really hard to swallow the continuous bitter medicine soup.

"Uncle Qian, I feel much better so I don't need this medicine, right?"

Uncle Qian didn't understand his master's thoughts, and kept trying to persuade him that he was in good health, but he couldn't take it so seriously. He still had to drink the medicine, otherwise he would see the mistress next time...

Before Uncle Qian could finish what he said, Chu Haochen had already picked up the medicine bowl and drank the entire bowl of bitter medicine soup.

Uncle Qian took the empty bowl and said with a smile that he would call Guard Mo to accompany his master for a walk in the yard. The weather today was indeed good.

A moment later, Mo Er walked towards his master's yard. When he saw his master who had just walked out of the room, he stretched out his hand to caress his chest, where he was injured when he fell off the cliff.

"Master, are you okay?"

Chu Haochen raised his eyes and saw Mo Er. He shook his head and asked him to walk with him in the yard.

This time, my body felt like it had been drained of energy. It would only feel better if I drank the medicinal spring given by Qing'er. Even the doctors who had invited many doctors didn't understand why.

Mo Er stepped forward and supported his master as he walked around the yard. He clearly felt that his master's body was extremely weak. He didn't know why.

He wanted to mention it to his master several times and ask the county lord to come and take a look, but he also knew his master's temper and never dared to speak.

Good news came from the border two days ago. Cangnan's sneak attack failed again and lost all the rice, and was defeated by the Yuan army.

The news from Lu Er also mentioned that Cangnan's Khan was almost exhausted.

Since the last time he learned about the situation in Cangnan Capital, he was so angry that he vomited blood and passed out. His health was getting worse day by day, and according to the spies, he had been searching for the bloodline of the royal family who had wandered away.

"Master, I think it won't be long before the war subsides. The situation in Cangnan is very bad. I heard that the nobles are waiting eagerly for the death of the Great Khan so that they can change the dynasty."

The corners of Chu Haochen's lips curled up slightly, and the light in his eyes shone with disdain.