Infrastructure: I survive in troubled times

Chapter 102 What do you think? (two more)
The fire is lit, the water is burned, and it is really burned with a feng shui vat.

Han Chuhu looked at the big feng shui vat on the fire, and the corners of his mouth twitched, thanks to Mrs. Hong who could think of it.

And after Han Chuhu left, Lin Nanzheng lay down. He was tired after holding on for so long. The one who slept was called Xiang and snored!

This nervous, relaxed heart, is not tired!

Hong Lianshuo took his son to see the patient and checked the effect of the medicine he had taken.

As the sun went down, the tired birds returned to their nests, and Han Chuanhu hurriedly walked towards the shade of Honglianshuo.

"Master, Master, do you have a few words to say?" Han Zhong stopped Han Chahu and said.

"What else does Uncle Zhong want to say?" Han Zhanhu looked around at the bustling people, so he said, "Let's go, let's go for a walk on the official road, it's empty."

"No!" Han Zhong bowed his hands respectfully.

The two walked on the official road one after the other, "What does Uncle Zhong want to say?" Han Chuhu stopped and stared at him.

"Master, you won't really carry your hoe down to the ground!" Han Zhong looked at him worriedly and said, "This is very disgraceful. You are the master of the General's Mansion."

"What's wrong, young master?" Han Zhuhu said unceremoniously, "Our family is gone, although I have a lot of dissatisfaction with the emperor, but now the country is gone. Even this life is saved by Mrs. Hong who risked her life. I'm back." He clapped his hand with the back of his hand and said, "What are they planning? They can totally ignore us."

"You are the young master of an aristocratic family, it's a great honor to save you," Han Zhong said confidently.

"As far as I am now, I will return to the young master of the aristocratic family." Han Chuhu said with a wry smile.

"Young master, you can't say that, you will always be the young master of the slaves." Han Zhong said anxiously when he heard the words, looking at the disheartened.

"Uncle Zhong, what are we going to eat if we don't farm?" Han Jihu suddenly looked at him and asked, "With money to buy food, is there any food in this city? Besides, we are penniless now. Go grab it, it's no different from bandits!"

"General's Mansion, our property is still there!" Han Zhong said, pointing in the direction of the city.

"It's all been looted, what kind of property do you have?" Han Chuhu took a deep breath and looked at him and said, "My father has been clean all his life, except for a few farms that the late emperor rewarded, he didn't buy too much property, and he didn't have any surplus money. ."

"Sir, it shouldn't be! All the spoils seized on the battlefield were given to the emperor." Han Zhong couldn't help but muttered in a low voice.

"That would kill faster. Those officials in the imperial court can't wait to stare at their father at twelve o'clock a day. The little things about sesame and mung beans will go to the emperor. Father can't move." Han Jihu waved his hand and said, "Don't talk about that." Looking at the loyal old servant, he said, "Uncle Zhong no longer has the General's Mansion, and our family has been destroyed and nothing is left. See our situation clearly, and stop thinking about what we have."

"It would be great if there wasn't Lady Hong, she is really good at deceiving people." In Han Zhong's opinion, what a great opportunity, he raised his arms at this time, and all directions responded.

Han Chuhu's face changed greatly when he heard the words, and he clenched Han Zhong's arm tightly and said, "If you dare to harm Mrs. Hong and our benefactor, I will never forgive you."

"No, no!" Han Zhong grinned and said, "Old slave dare not!" The young master grabbed his arm and felt that the whole arm was numb, showing how much effort he used.

Han Jihu shook off his hand, "Give me away from your thoughts, without Lady Hong, we are now dead under the sword."

"I'll just say that." Han Zhong said, drooping his already numb arms.

"Don't say anything, no! You should not even think about it." Han Chuhu looked at him with a stern face and said, "I warn you."

"No!" Han Zhongxin reluctantly cupped his hands and replied, "Master, when did you endure this hardship!"

"Okay, what others can eat, so can we." Han Chuhu said optimistically, "Isn't it just farming?"

Han Zhong looked at the happy, silly and innocent young master, "You will know how hard it is if you try it. You will never think about a hoe again in this life."

"Can't we leave? Can't we take refuge with others?" Han Zhong said sincerely, he really didn't want the young master to degenerate.

"You said a few days ago that you are determined not to rely on others! How come you have changed your mind today." Han Chuhu looked at him amusingly and said, "To rely on others means to look at other people's faces, you haven't seen enough!"

"But you can't let the young master put down his body to accommodate their muddy legs!" Han Zhong said angrily.

"Why are you accommodating, everyone is the same, no one is angry, there is no humiliation from Chi Guoguo, and he even scolded us with his nose..." Han Chuhu couldn't continue to humiliate, so he calmed down and said, "I would rather carry it. Going to the fields with a hoe."

"Young master didn't touch the drum and hoe at all." Han Zhong looked at him worriedly and said.

"What's this? Why don't you just learn it!" Han Yanhu said easily, "Okay, I don't need to talk about this anymore, I've made up my mind."

Having said that, what else can Han Zhong say?The young master of his own is like pouring ecstasy soup, saying nothing will help.

"Ah!" Han Zhong covered his mouth in horror and looked at him and said, "Young master, you must be interested in Lady Hong!" He muttered to himself, "Impossible! That Lady Hong and the walking skeleton Almost, not a stunning beauty at all."

"Beauty looks at her bones, but Lady Hong's bone image is still okay. It's just too thin now. No matter who it is, it doesn't look good if she loses her shape." Han Chuhu looked at him with obsidian-like eyes and said seriously.

"It's over, it's over!" Han Zhong looked like a dead father, with a look of frustration, "Young master, don't think too much about marrying a widow. We are handsome and talented. The girl who wants to marry you is lined up at the gate of the city. Go to Chengtian Street."

"Han Zhong!" Han Chuhu suddenly raised his voice with a dark face.

The frightened Han Zhong shuddered, bowed and clasped his fists, "Master!"

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Han Yanhu said angrily, "You are ruining people's reputation. Let's not say anything else, Madam Hong has a husband and children."

"His husband was arrested as a strong man, and he was dead. It is estimated that he was long gone." Han Zhong glanced at him secretly and said in a low voice.

"I don't have a lifetime! What if I'm alive!" Han Jihu said in a low voice, "Besides, he still has a son!"

"That's not a problem, a woman! As long as you hold her heart, she can give your heart to you, Master." Han Zhong thought seriously, "This marriage is not bad. Although Mrs. Hong has married someone, it proves that She can give birth. To have a fat and white son with the young master, her heart must be towards you, the young master. The most important thing is that Mrs. Hong is capable." The more she thought about it, the more she felt good, "The young master still thinks long-term." He said with admiration on his face, " That way it will last a long time.”

(End of this chapter)