There is a strong husband in the time-traveling house

So on the same day, Ning Jing was arranged by Village Chief Zhao in an empty small courtyard at the west end of the village. It is said that it was the residence of a scholar back then. The house has been empty since then, and now it is handed over to the village. The deed is in his hands now, and this will be his territory from now on.

After Ning Jing found out, he nodded to express his gratitude. The old village head also sent a few young people to help clean up the yard, and even checked the roof, just in case it rained and the house leaked.

He even personally came over to deliver a cart full of things, including rice, flour, grain, oil, and vegetables. Although there were not many, Ning Jing was very grateful. There was also a quilt and two sets of clothes. In my impression, life in this ancient village was not easy, and few people were so generous to an outsider, so I also vowed in my heart that I would repay this villager if I had money in the future.

Before leaving, Village Chief Zhao also told him: "I'll finish packing in a while, go home for lunch, and I have something to say to you."

Ning Jing nodded: "Thank you Uncle Zhao, I'll clean up first, and I'll be there later."

After sending Village Chief Zhao away, Ning Jing walked around the small courtyard. Although it was not as strong as a modern house, it would not be a problem to sleep for a few years.

I went into the house and took out the set of quilts and pillows to dry in the sun, then cleaned the house again, and wiped the dust twice. Then I felt relieved, sat on the kang and thought about it, and brought myself here I opened my backpack, took out the contents, and looked at them one by one. I found that apart from food, painting utensils, and electronic products, the rest were mobile phones, solar power banks, and a pair of sunglasses. Nothing else. Oh, by the way, there is also the waterproof bag and raincoat. I don’t know what else is in the bag. After I opened it, I found that there were various paints in it except for some paper.

Sighing, he looked at his body again. There was a jade pendant on his neck, which was given to him by his grandfather when he was born. What was left was a watch on his left hand, which was mechanical, and a string of jade pendants. The rose gold star bracelet that is very popular in modern times has his name engraved on it, and the rest is gone.

Regarding this era, he was panicked at this moment. The dime and credit cards in his wallet were useless. No matter in which era he had no money, he couldn’t play at all. He thought that he would have to go to the nearest one tomorrow. Walk around the town to see if you can find a job. If not, then set up a stall at the entrance of the temple on the mountain and continue to be a painter. There will be a lot less pilgrims, and the business will not be much better.

The noon meal is eaten at the village head's house, which is steamed buns, corn porridge, and a few green vegetables. The taste is not unpalatable.

After the meal, he did not leave quickly, but asked the old village chief about the situation in the village, the nearest town, and the culture of this place. After all, he is an outsider, and if he doesn't understand many things, he will be touched. Other people's taboo is not good.

Finally, I heard the old village head talk about the situation here. It turns out that this village was built after the last victory against the Hu people. It has a history of more than 20 years. Most of the residents in this village are on the battlefield. Veterans who don't want to go back to their original places have a good heart in the village, as long as they don't touch their weakness, they will be fine.

Ning Jing nodded when he heard it, thanked the old village chief, and left to go home. Before leaving, the elder brother of the village chief's family brought him a few salted eggs and a few steamed buns and told him to keep them. eat at night.

Ning Jing was so moved when he saw this old man, he missed grandma a little bit when he saw this old man, but it was not easy to cry in front of others, so he left with red eyes.

Seeing that Ning Jing left, Zhao Zhenbei looked at his elder brother: "What do you think of this kid?"

The elder brother of the village chief, Yu Feng, also went to the battlefield. He came here with Zhao Zhenbei for so many years, and this is the first time he has seen such a polite child as Ning Jing. Son, they are already married, and now they have given birth to a grandson, so they naturally like young men who are good-looking: "I don't understand, but this person's clothes are different from ours, You see, although the weather is hot, do we still wear such short trousers here? And what are the things on the eyes, and the hair is also short, it is really hard to see through, did Master Mingyuan say anything?"

"That said, let us take good care of him and say that he is a blessed person. I will help him get his household registration tomorrow."

"Well, since Master Mingyuan said so, let's take a look, but what about his land?"

"What else can we do? He is a foreigner. He hasn't lived there for two years. The village won't give him any land. But if he reclaims wasteland, then we don't care about it. Anyway, there is no clear regulation on the land for reclaiming wasteland. Do not allow people to use it at home."

"Well, let's do it this way, but I heard that this kid can read, why don't you let him teach the children in the village, anyway, as long as we can read, we don't have to take the test of merit, and it is also an indirect relief. Take a look at this kid, after all those beam repairs are enough for him to live on."

"Well, yes, I'll talk to him about this tomorrow. The children in our village must learn to read some words, otherwise when they grow up, those people will laugh at us..."

Ning Jing didn't know that the old village head and his wife were thinking about him and their village, but they went home and tidied up the yard, planning to grow some vegetables in the open space in the yard, and they couldn't let everyone help, no, they're busy I didn't rest all afternoon, and waited until it was a little dark before putting away the bedding and entering the house. After putting the bedding away, I went to the kitchen.

Light the fire inside, then boil the water, heat the steamed buns in the drawer, wash the eggs, put them in the hot water and boil them together, and eat the steamed buns when they are ready, I am a little hungry now.

The water boiled, the eggs were cooked, and there was still a bowl of pickles in the cupboard. I ate with the salted eggs and pickles. After the meal, I washed the bowls. I brought hot water to the well in the yard to fetch water for a simple scrubbing. After thinking about it, I must go to the town tomorrow to have a look, get some money, and buy some daily necessities, otherwise it will be really inconvenient. I splashed water and closed the courtyard door, then checked it and found it was tight, so I went into the house I plugged in the door and went to sleep on the kang. There was no entertainment in this ancient times, so I found my mobile phone, put on my headset and listened to a few songs, then fell asleep. There are still many things to do tomorrow!

He woke up early the next morning. He played Tai Chi in the yard first, then washed up, and went to the kitchen to light a fire to cook. To be honest, this flint and steel is really not easy to use. I lit the fire, and I hope it will go smoothly today. Fortunately, it is not bad. It took a few minutes to catch fire, which is a good start.

After cooking the porridge, he ate the remaining steamed bun with pickles, and decided to make a meal at noon. Now he doesn't have much oil, so he can't boil it with plain water, so he has to save it.

After dinner, I went to the village chief’s house. The old man was waiting for him. After a while, the two of them wanted to go to the town together by car. When applying for his household registration, he had to be present. His family had a carriage, and it was said that the driver was his. Uncle, named Zhao Gui, lives in a village not far away, just to the east of Ning Jing's house, separated by two families.

"Uncle, I'm bothering you to get old again." Ning Jing said helplessly, but in order to survive here, the household registration must be completed, otherwise he is afraid, and will be arrested as a spy, saying Might lose my head.

"What's the trouble? I'll live in the same village from now on. Don't say those polite words." The old village chief waved his hand and motioned him to get in the car and leave.

Ning Ning nodded, and then got into the carriage. The carriage traveled very quickly, and soon it left Murakami on the official road. The journey made Ning Ning quite upset, but he didn't say anything. It was like this in ancient times. He had It is not bad to sit in a carriage, and those who walk on two legs on the road are not as good as him. Besides, this carriage was equivalent to a modern car in ancient times.

Ning Jing looked at his watch, the carriage had been going for about half an hour, and there was only a town ahead, but it looked quite prosperous, so he couldn't help asking: "Uncle, what's the name of this town?"

"This is called Xin'an Town, about ten miles away from our village."

Ning Jing nodded, it seems that he has to buy a book to learn about the history of Dayan Kingdom, otherwise there will be a joke.

After entering the town, Ning Jing took off his sunglasses and looked around, and found that those people were pointing at him, so he understood that no matter when he is good looking, he belongs to that category. His clothes are also strange, and it is difficult for people not to notice. Fortunately, when I came out today, I changed the pair of shorts I wore in modern times, and I was wearing the changed pair of pants given by the village uncle, otherwise it would be more eye-catching. of.

The carriage went straight to the town's yamen, and the gatekeeper saw that Zhao Zhenbei had brought them here, so he let them in with a very good attitude.

Ning Jing couldn't help but looked at the previous village head Zhao more. He is not a person who doesn't understand anything. He read a lot of ancient books and classics in modern times. The yamen servants at the gate are all so respectful to Zhao Zhenbei, which shows that this Zhaojia Village cannot be underestimated in this town.

When applying for household registration, the clerk didn't make any trouble, and it was done after a few stamps. Village head Zhao threw a piece of silver to the clerk: "Give you a drink, kid."

"Then thank you very much, old man?" The Shuli rubbed his hands and smiled and took the money.

"Drunkard." After finishing speaking, Zhao Zhenbei also laughed, people like them who came down from the military are like this, so good.

In the end, the clerk smiled and sent them out. Ning Jing put away the household registration paperwork that he had just made, and after thinking about it, he asked, "My lord, do we need a painter here?"

When the man heard it, his eyes lit up: "Do you know how to draw?"

"Yes." Ning Jing nodded without twitching.