I am old in the Han Dynasty

Xie Lang said without hesitation: "I want to live a long life."

"Then you still raise tigers?" Xie Jianye stared at him and said.

Xie Lang sighed, "You think I do?"

After that, I briefly described what happened on the mountain, focusing on how Lizheng forced him and how he regarded the tigress as a descendant of the white tiger beast.How he refused, how he was forced to take over Little Milk Tiger.

After finishing speaking, Xie Jianye also calmed down.

Only then did Xie Lang continue to make nonsense, "You asked Xiao Qi what he was holding, and I said the cat because I was afraid of scaring the women and children in the village. Xie Guang's father has not dared to tell Xie Guang's mother and Xie Guang that I raised it. A little tiger."

"Then you should also..." should tell me.Xie Jianye swallowed this sentence back.

Xie Guang's father didn't even dare to tell his wife and children, Xie Lang definitely didn't dare to tell him about his uncle.

"You just raise it like this? Its mother is sensible, but it may not understand."

Xie Lang: "It hasn't opened its eyes yet, so it's too early to say this. Besides, it really doesn't understand, so I'll send it away."

"No!" Xiao Qi hugged the little tiger tightly.

The little milk tiger groaned in pain.

Xie Lang got up and snatched it away, "Don't hold it all the time, it's uncomfortable. It's still young, let it sleep more."

The child instantly forgot "send away" and said, "I'll send the tiger back to the house."

"Go." Xie Lang waited for him to enter the house before whispering, "The little tiger will grow up, and I will send it to the deep mountains."

Xie Jianye: "It doesn't want to?"

"That is, if you don't want to part with me and Xiao Qi, it won't hurt us." Xie Lang said, "It won't hurt the livestock at home if you lock it in the house at night."

Xie Jianye was not able to see the tigress shed tears with his own eyes, although he also felt that the cub might be the descendant of the white tiger beast, he also disagreed with Xie Lang's adoption of the cub, which should be raised by Li Zheng.

Li Zhengde is highly respected and knowledgeable, and the white tiger beast trusts him more and likes him more.

Letting a 17-year-old child raise a tiger, Xie Jianye always felt that Li was bullying his nephew, who was young and innocent. He didn't know how troublesome and dangerous it was to raise a tiger.

"Don't care what the little tiger thinks, if you raise it enough to go up the mountain to hunt for food, go to Lizheng and ask Lizheng to send it to the mountain." Xie Jianye said.

Xie Lang opened his mouth to say something, when he heard footsteps, "Okay, I'll listen to uncle, let's continue."

After finishing speaking, Xiao Qi walked to Xie Lang's side.

Seeing the child coming, Xie Jianye did not criticize Xie Lang anymore, but told the others, "Don't talk about it when you go back."

The old people have never seen a pure white tiger, and they all agree that it is the offspring of the white tiger mythical beast.But not all villagers believe it.The old people also knew that Xie Lang didn't tell Xie Jianye, and Li Zheng didn't tell the big guys, because they were worried that there would be trouble.

After Xie Jianye finished speaking, the old people nodded unanimously, they knew the pros and cons of it.

Xie Lang tied the bamboo poles firmly, and handed the basket to the old man with a high level of seniority, "You always have a look."

The old man took it, looked at it carefully for a while, and then nodded vigorously, "Not bad, not bad. Sanlang is really skillful."

Xie Lang suddenly had goose bumps all over his body.

Baby?

Whose baby has a four-year-old grandson.

Xie Lang squeezed out a smile, and said, "I taught it when my father was still there." After a pause, "My family's wheat is planted, so I'll give this to you." He said and looked at Xie Jianye, "Your I'll do it for you again."

"I'll do it myself." Xie Jianye said, "I'll go to the mountain with your aunt to chop bamboo later."

Xie Lang: "Then go now. It's almost dark."

Xie Jianye subconsciously looked to the west, but didn't see the sun, so he got up and went home.

As soon as Xie Jianye left, the others also left.

"Xiao Qi, is the little tiger hungry again?" Xie Lang waved at the child.

Only when the little milk tiger is hungry, the child will come to him with the little milk tiger in his arms.I usually play with the little milk tiger in the house.

The child nodded, "I'm hungry."

"Then you go inside and watch the little milk tiger not run around, I'll cook for it."

The child couldn't help asking: "When shall we have dinner?"

"We do it too." Xie Lang said, "There's no more white noodles, shall we eat sweet potatoes?"

The child now knows that something delicious and soft is called a sweet potato, so he nodded repeatedly, "I want to eat roasted ones."

"Okay. Let Xiao Qi stew another piece of pork." Xie Lang laughed.

The child grinned and said, "The third master eats too."

"I won't forget myself." He patted the child's head and went to the kitchen.

When Xie Lang went to the kitchen, he put out a bowl of whitebait and stewed it for the little milk tiger.Followed by stew with steamed sweet potatoes.

There was only a smear of red in the sky, and Xie Lang had already cooked the meal.

The child smells the delicious stew and forgets that he wants to eat roasted sweet potatoes, not steamed sweet potatoes.

After eating, drinking and washing up, Xie Lang took the child to bed.

But at Xushi, people who were tired all day still fell asleep as soon as they touched the couch.

The next day it was dawn, Xie Lang got up as usual.After taking care of his family's livestock, Xie Lang went to steam rice and eggs.

Xiao Qi has never eaten white rice, and he dare not eat it when he sees the white crystal clear rice.Seeing Xie Lang eating, the child dug a little with a spoon, put it in his mouth, and opened his eyes wide, "Third Master, can you not eat sweet potatoes from now on?"

"Eat this instead?" Xie Lang asked with a smile.

The child nodded like a pounding garlic.

Xie Lang said with a smile: "You are obedient and obedient. Whatever you want to eat, the third master will cook for you."

"I'm obedient." The child nodded vigorously.Feeling a grain of rice near his mouth, he quickly took it and stuffed it in his mouth.

Seeing his little movements, Xie Lang shook his head and smiled, "Don't just eat rice, eat egg custard."

"I'm eating." The child immediately dug into the egg custard.

For a moment, the child burped involuntarily, but his eyes were still fixed on the rice.

Seeing him like this, Xie Lang felt inexplicably sad, "Xiaoqi still wants to eat?"

The child subconsciously touched his stomach, as if he couldn't eat anymore.

"I'll wrap it in a cloth and leave it for us to eat at noon, okay?" Xie Lang asked.

The child knows that today he will go to the city to buy salt, iron, cloth, and some odd necessities, such as clay pots and pots.

At this time, three hundred steps are one mile, which is replaced by 410 meters in later generations.Sericulture was forty miles away from Chang'an City, Xie Lang would have to walk for an hour and a half.It takes at least two hours to go back and pull the iron and cloth.

Xie Lang then told the child that he would eat in the city at noon.

The child was very happy, but he preferred white rice, so he nodded, "Okay."

Xie Lang cleaned up the kitchen, took the cow to Xie Jianye's house, and when he came back, he tore a piece of clean sackcloth, wrapped the rest of the rice, fed the little tiger, tied a small pouch with two pieces of broken silver around his waist, and pushed it away. He set off on the cart, carrying Xiao Qi and a bag of money.

After leaving the village, Xie Lang met four people who were heading north with shovels on their shoulders.

Xie Lang couldn't help asking: "Dig the ditch today? Why didn't Lizheng tell me?"

"No digging today. We will block the road we dug. What are you doing?"

Xie Lang: "Go to the city to buy iron."

"If you bought iron for Lizheng, how much would you make?"

Xie Lang shook his head, "I don't know. Why don't you go over and have a look when I'm making a rake tomorrow?"

The four looked at each other.

"That's fine too."

Xie Lang smiled, "Then I'm leaving."

"and many more."

Xie Lang stopped and looked at the four of them.

"We'll fill in the ditch before you go over."

After what he said, Xie Lang remembered that there were only three logs over there, and it was too narrow for a cart to pass through.

Xie Lang thanked the four of them, and waited for them to fill up the road before pulling Xiao Qi to move on.

After walking about ten zhang, Xie Lang asked, "Xiao Qi, did those people treat us well just now?"

The child lying on the car nodded, "Okay."

"Do you know why?" Xie Lang asked again.

The child shook his head, "I don't know."

"Because our plow is used by them, and the rake is also used by them." Xie Lang said, "Not everyone is a bad person. There are bad people like your uncle and uncle in our village, but there are also many good people." Not seeing the child's expression, he simply turned his head and pushed the cart, "Are you thinking, how do I know who is good and who is not?"

The child shook his head, "Third Master is amazing."

"It doesn't matter if your third master is powerful." Xie Lang laughed, "We help them, and they help us, even if they are not good people, they are not bad-hearted. You can also play with their children.

"If you use our things and don't help us, if you think our things are bad, you are a big bad person. Your third master distinguishes good from bad through this. Do you understand now?"

The child seemed to understand but half understood, but said, "I understand."

"Then you can sleep for a while, we will be in the city when you wake up."

Xie Lang was worried about the bumpy road, so he spread a layer of sacks on the cart, and put a torn bedding on it, and let the child lie on the bedding, "Don't talk if you're not sleepy. It's windy, and you'll get sick if you keep talking."

The child stretched out two small hands to cover his mouth, blinked his round eyes and looked at Xie Lang.

Xie Lang pursed his lips and smiled, and didn't speak any more.However, after a while, Xie Lang couldn't smile anymore, his face was full of astonishment.

The road in front of me is as flat as a river, comparable to an asphalt road.

Xie Lang put down the cart, knelt down and touched the ground, it was as firm as a rock, "Could this be the Chidao built by Qin Shihuang?"

"Third Master, what's the matter?"

Xie Lang got up slowly, "It's okay. I think we can go as usual, and we can reach the city in an hour and a half."

"Why?" the child asked curiously.

Xie Lang smiled and said, "Because the road is good." He pushed the cart, "Let's go."

The road was flat and plain, Xie Lang walked for a while and stopped to rest for a while, it took only an hour and a half to reach the city of Chang'an.

In his previous life, he was used to seeing tall buildings and tall buildings. When he saw the high city walls, Xie Lang still felt solemn and solemn. He raised his head subconsciously and almost gave a military salute.

Fortunately, Xie Lang held back.

Entering Chang'an City from the north gate, Xie Lang saw that the streets were straight and orderly.If it weren't for the fact that passers-by were all wearing bunts, straight or curved trains, Xie Lang couldn't help but suspect that he had returned to modern times.

"three--"

"That—"

Xie Lang's heart shuddered, he put down the cart, made a quick move, turned around and raised his leg.

boom!

A person fell to the ground.

Xie Lang sneered: "How dare you steal from your ancestors in broad daylight, I'm so impatient!"

The person who just felt dizzy and fell to the ground was stunned.

The pedestrians around were also stunned.

Xiao Qi was also dumbfounded.

Xie Lang bent down to pick up the purse that fell on the ground, and glanced at the people on the ground, "Next time, keep your eyes open when you steal something."

"You, you are the thief!"

The people on the ground came back to their senses and sat up with their arms propped up.

Everything happened so fast that the pedestrians who didn't know what happened looked at Xie Lang in unison.

Xie Lang laughed, and pointed at himself, "I'm a thief?"

"Yes, you are a thief." The people on the ground got up and pointed at Xie Lang, and said to the people around them with a sad face, "I found out that he wanted to steal my money, and he bit me back. You big guy!" I have to call the shots."

"laugh!"

"puff!"

Xie Lang followed the sound and saw that it was a man in his twenties who was tall, imposing, and dressed in a curly train. He smiled and looked at the thief, "Just now this young master reminded me to be careful of thieves? "

"Yes. I never thought you would react so quickly." As he spoke, he couldn't help but glance at Xie Lang's rough fingers and dusty sandals.

Xie Lang smiled and said: "No. I discovered it just after he approached me." Then he turned to the thief, "You said this purse is yours, then tell me how many coins are in it."

"There are no copper plates in it, but two pieces of broken silver, one tael each."

One tael in the Western Han Dynasty is only fifteen or six grams in later generations.When Xie Lang pinched money in Jiangshan Map more than once, he felt that one or two yuan was too little.Fortunately, he always kept in mind to shoot the first bird, and did not squeeze one or two into fifty grams.

Hearing this, his expression changed slightly, he had met Thief's patriarch.