Good Life in Qin Dynasty

Li Jiyang thought, if he doesn't eat it, it's fine if someone else eats it.

As a result, the little girl kowtowed to him immediately, and drank it with a pottery bowl in her arms!

Li Jiyang was dumbfounded!

Girl, although you are slender and weak, you are too bold to drink greasy broth like this, right?

More boldness is yet to come!

The little girl finished drinking the soup, touched her mouth, and began to sit there on her knees, unbuttoning her belt!

"What are you doing?" Li Jiyang was extremely surprised.

"You gave me broth, and slave, slave, slave waited on you..." The little girl's face was flushed, and her little hands trembling as she untied her belt.

"Stop, stop!" Li Jiyang said in his heart, I can't do anything with you as a skeleton, and you seem to be underage, right?

"Fifth Young Master?" The little girl didn't understand. Isn't the master giving delicious food so that she can serve the master better?

"I'm just giving you something to eat. I don't want you to do anything... Well, you will be my personal servant girl from now on." You can't eat for free, but people definitely can't be served, he is not a beast.

"Yes." The little girl knelt down and kowtowed.

Li Jiyang was completely speechless about these people's habit of kneeling and kowtowing every now and then, but he couldn't eat for free: "What's your name?"

"Spring." The little girl said only one word.

"What's your last name?" Li Jiyang asked her.

"Slaves don't have surnames, only first names." The little girl didn't even dare to raise her head.

"Well, from now on you will be called... Chunya." Li Jiyang gave her a name: "Pure Chun, elegant Ya. Don't call it 'chun', it's so ugly."

Li Jiyang only remembered it after asking people. In this era, people with names and surnames are all big families. Like Li Family Manor, the Li family's surname is Li, and the royal family all have names and surnames.

Ordinary people also have surnames, but not many. More people don't have surnames.

In addition to the name given by the master, it is more that the person in charge calls them whatever they want, even one, two, three, four, five, six.

Chunya thought the name sounded good, and kowtowed again: "Thank you Fifth Young Master for giving me the name!"

"Well, go down, guard the gate, I'll sleep for a while." Li Jiyang lay down, staring at Fang Liang in a daze.

Fortunately, he had learned the local dialect from fellow villagers when he was archaeological. Here, he spoke Qinqiang and Shaanxi dialect. Although it was a mouthful, he managed to fool it.

In the past two days, he just ate a little broth and filled his stomach with potions. Now he really wants to go to the toilet. His stomach is full of soup and water, and he really wants to pee!

Slowly getting up, the clothes on his body are not bad, it should be regarded as a classy person, because it is a silky deep coat, tied with a belt, with wide sleeves, a long robe, and a pair of cloth shoes that cannot be seen from the left and right. After getting on, I didn't feel comfortable at all.

When she reached the door, Chunya immediately stood up: "Fifth Young Master."

"Well, I want to make it easier." Li Jiyang was a little embarrassed. After all, he was a little girl who looked at him innocently. How could you make him speak like a big boy?

"Convenience?" Chunya didn't understand Fifth Young Master's meaning.

"Forget it." Li Jiyang turned back to the room, entered the space privately, could not go out, and could only solve the problem in the space.

He found a place with fog, and he put water on the fog.

It was convenient for him, the fog did not dissipate, but thickened a little.

Li Jiyang didn't see it either, it was really comfortable to put water on it, and when he turned his head, hey!

With a new discovery!

The little corn, potatoes and sweet potatoes he planted have grown!

How long has it been?mature?

Li Jiyang hurried over to have a look, he was really mature!

He quickly went to get the pickaxe, broke off the corn and put it away, and dug out the potatoes and sweet potatoes. The potatoes were as big as fists, and the sweet potatoes were as big as melons. They were good varieties at first glance.

After collecting the grain, he looked at the remaining seedlings, so he had to pull them out, knock off the soil, and put the seedlings next to the thatched hut.

After doing some work, he was tired and his whole body was weak, and he didn't know what was wrong with him.