Ding Tian's Ancient Life

He sat down at this noodle stall and waited for Ding Mo.

Ding Mo went shopping, and some villagers entrusted him to sell things.

In fact, they are embroideries made by older girls and daughters-in-law. They are sold in a few cloth shops and embroidery shops in the city. Subsidize the life of poverty.

Soon, Ding Mo joined him here.

Because their carriages are parked in front of an inn diagonally across from this noodle stall, and they all belong to fellow villagers. The inn will help you take care of the carriages and goods, etc. This is the benefit of being a local householder.

For a foreign carriage, it is estimated that you have to pay some hard work, otherwise why would the waiter in the shop take care of it for you.

Ding Mo bought a lot of things, and several farm tools, all of which were sent to the city for repairs. The weather will warm up soon, and he will prepare for spring plowing.

"Tian'er, have you been waiting for a long time?" Ding Mo put his things into the carriage before sitting over.

"No, I just arrived too, let's eat noodles!" Ding Tian ordered two bowls of Yangchun noodles and two salted duck eggs.

This noodle stall has been here for a long time, and I also know that Ding Tian is the future prison boss and a member of the yamen, so Yangchun noodles are given a lot. Shredded pickles mixed with sesame oil on the plate, one salted duck egg per person, full of food, warmed up all over.

"Let's go, we're going back." Ding Mo went to drive the carriage over.

"Brother Mo, why is it so deserted in the county?" Ding Tian chatted with Ding Mo: "There are few people coming and going."

"It's just been built, and many people died in the previous war, so of course there are fewer people." After all, Ding Mo is older than Ding Tian, ​​and he knows more things than him, who has stayed at home for three years: "I heard that now There are only more than 30 families who have bought land to build houses in the city."

But Ding Tian heard the news in his ears.

In the countryside, it is better to be in the county town, and he has to work in the county town. If he has his own house in the county town, he can live in his own house when he is on a job in the future.

No one in Dingjia Village buys property in the county seat. People from the village come to the county seat on the same day and return on the same day.

In the past, Ding Dahai also wanted to buy a house in the county town, one was convenient when he was going to work, and the other was to have a house in the county town, which was also a very face-saving thing.

But at that time, the house in the county town was very expensive, he couldn't afford it, so he could only be greedy, but he once told the original owner that when the original owner got married, he would buy a house in the county town.

As a result, the house was not bought, and a fight broke out in the county town, and finally even the father's life was lost.

Now that the county has not yet been developed, Ding Tian wants to buy a small house in the county. He can build it according to his own wishes and live in the county... The ancestral house in Dingjia Village cannot be sold. I have to go back for the holidays.

This is a place to stay.

"When you come to work, you will know. The county is well built, but it has not yet flourished. This war will take many years to recover..." Ding Mo was already qualified to join the army during the war.

He still remembered that even if the county town was not prosperous before the war, it would not be so depressed.

It's just that when he went to join the army, the war was over.

It made him only a logistics supporter, and when the war was over, the children of good families like them were rewarded with a stone of millet, ten catties of meat, and a bag of salt, and sent them back.

"En." Ding Tian calculated in his heart...

Back in Dingjia Village, Ding Mo drove the car back to Ding Tian's house, and went door-to-door with his belongings.

Ding Tian spread out a pen and paper at home, and wrote down his plan carefully.

The dinner was sent by my third uncle's house, a bowl of dried cabbage fried with oil residue, a bowl of sesame oil mixed with pickles, and two black-faced steamed buns the size of a fist.

Ding Tian went to wash the dishes by himself after eating, because it was too late, he originally wanted to light a lamp to draw drawings, but later thought he should save money, lamp oil is also very expensive...so he lit the lamp, lay on the bed thinking, thinking, I fell asleep... and then I had a dream.