The history of struggle of peasant girls

Chapter 100 His Majesty Passes Away
When Pan Song saw Feng Zhi in the yard, he suddenly became very frightened, and obviously took two steps back.Han Qianluo noticed his action and felt a little strange, so he walked over and asked in a low voice: "Xiao Song, what's the matter, are you afraid of him?"

Pan Song looked up at Feng Zhi carefully, then lowered his head and whispered, "Sister Han, he is a bad person."

"Xiao Song, how did you know?" Han Qianluo asked in surprise.

Probably what the two said caught Feng Zhi's attention. He turned his head to look at the two, but Pan Song was so frightened that he took another step back. After hesitating for a while, he whispered: "I saw him and the bad guys together."

Although Pan Song didn't finish his sentence, Han Qianluo still understood what he didn't finish: because he was with bad people, he was also a bad person.

Although Han Qianluo didn't like this little uncle very much so far, after getting along with him a few times, he didn't find any serious evil intentions in this man, so he didn't hate him as much as he did at the beginning, so he comforted him softly: "Being with a bad guy doesn't necessarily mean he's a bad guy."

"But Mother said that anyone will be with anyone, so bad people will only be with bad people." Pan Song said stubbornly.

Han Qianluo rubbed his face a little funny and said, "Being together doesn't mean being friends, you know?"

"Oh." Pan Song answered with a vague understanding.

"Come in quickly, you don't have to be afraid." Han Qianluo took Pan Song's hand and went in. Only then did she realize that Pan Song was still holding something in his arms, and she said curiously: "Xiao Song, what did you hold?" what is it then?"

Pan Song quickly spread out the things in his arms: "Sister Han, is this the yam you dug that day?" Han Qianluo looked at it and said, "It's indeed a yam, but it's so dirty, put it down quickly."

Pan Song took the yams to the kitchen and put them down, then walked out and asked, "Sister Han, have I started making lunch?" Han Qianluo looked up at the sun in the sky, and nodded in agreement.

At noon, Han Qianluo really used freshly squeezed soybean oil to fry the dishes. After the dishes were out of the pot, he tasted a piece first. He felt that there was no big problem, so he felt relieved and put the meals on the table.

During the meal, Feng Zhi suddenly said: "Qingquan, it's time to plant wheat in a while, can it be just the two of you, do you need my help?"

"Will this delay my little uncle's affairs too much?" Han Qianluo said politely.

Feng Zhi smiled mockingly: "I don't have any land, and I don't have to be busy with farming, so there is nothing to delay." Only then did Han Qianluo realize that this was indeed the case, and after thinking about it, he said, "Little uncle, I haven't thought about buying some land?"

"Why didn't I think about it, it's just that the tax rate has never been lower than it is now. If it hadn't happened, how could anyone be willing to sell the land." Feng Zhi said, and then added, "And even if someone sells it occasionally Hey, I don’t have that much money to buy it.”

When Han Qianluo heard this, he asked casually, "Is the land very expensive now?"

"It's about three or four pennies per mu." Feng Zhi continued to eat after finishing speaking.

Han Qianluo was a little surprised when she heard the price. She always thought that the price of land should be very expensive. She didn't expect that, although three or four pennies are a lot of money, if it's the price of one mu of land, it seems a bit expensive. It was cheap, and one sentence blurted out: "It's not expensive, is it?"

This time it was Feng Zhi who answered Han Qianluo, but Han Qingquan solved the doubt for her: "Xiaoluo, a piece of land is more than one mu, if it is a piece of five mu, it will cost about twenty pennies. "

Han Qianluo was a little ashamed, and quickly lowered his head to eat, and stopped talking.Han Qingquan continued: "We want to buy some land, but no one wants to sell it."

"How much land do you plan to buy?" Feng Zhi seemed to ask casually.

Han Qingquan put the steamed buns in his hand back into the rice bowl: "I haven't thought about it, but if possible, I hope to buy more."

"You can go to the nearby neighborhoods and ask, maybe there are other places." Feng Zhi only said, "By the way, how do you extract the oil from the seeds of this crop?"

Han Qianluo didn't hide anything, and he didn't think there was anything to hide. They pressed oil several times in the yard, and many people saw it, so it wasn't a secret, so Han Qianluo explained the method carefully. .

After listening carefully, Feng Zhi sighed, "It seems to be very laborious."

"It is indeed a bit laborious."

The meal passed while chatting, and Feng Zhi didn't leave immediately after the meal, but stayed here to help extract the oil.Han Qianluo didn't help to press the oil, but thought about improving the farming tools.

For the next few days, Han Qianluo was busy with this matter, and even the matter of delivering the cakes was left to his elder brother Han Qingquan.She was at home that day, when she heard a noise coming from outside, she went out curiously and found many people walking in the same direction.

Han Qianluo stopped an old lady casually: "Aunt Zhou, what's wrong with you?"

"You don't know yet, someone from the government has posted a notice, hurry over and have a look." Zhou said and left in a hurry.

Han Qianluo thought for a while, thinking that there would be nothing to delay in such a short time, so he closed the door and went over to see what was going on.After a short time, they came to the place where the notice was posted. A white cloth was pasted on it, and there were a lot of small seal characters. Many people in Qianyang gathered here to read it.

"Lizheng, you are here, take a look at what is written on it?"

Hearing this, Han Qianluo couldn't help but drip a drop of cold sweat. People like Emotions read it for a long time and didn't know what was written on it.Li Zheng looked at it for a while, and his face suddenly changed. An old woman next to him pushed him and asked quickly, "Li Zheng, what's wrong?"

"It says that His Majesty has passed away." Li Zheng said with a bad expression.

When the people around heard it, the noisy scene suddenly became audible, and it took a long while before someone said cautiously: "Is this impossible?"

This sentence was like a spell, breaking the quiet scene all of a sudden, and it became noisy again.

"Isn't Your Majesty quite young?"

"That's right."

……

Han Qianluo's heart sank, and he quickly went to see what was written on the white cloth. After reading it, he felt as if he was in a cold day. It was clearly written on the notice that the emperor died of illness.

Back home in a daze, Han Qianluo's mind was in a mess, let alone wanting to improve the tools, he couldn't even think of what to eat for the next meal. The details, thinking of every expression of Liu Ying, made my heart ache as if being gouged out alive.

I don't know how long it took, Han Qianluo suddenly heard Han Qingquan's voice, and then came back to his senses. The first thing he saw was the worried eyes of his elder brother. In order not to worry his elder brother, he forced a smile: "Brother, I'm fine, but I just saw the notice posted by the government, and I'm a little bit overwhelmed."

Han Qingquan said gently: "Xiao Luo, just express your sadness, don't hold it in your heart." He paused here, and said sadly, "I have also seen this news, it is really unbelievable."

After such a long period of time, although Han Qianluo is still a little uncomfortable now, but it is not difficult to accept at the beginning, he quickly cleared up his mood, and said: "Things have already happened, and it is useless for me to be sad. "

Perhaps it was because they had been in contact with Liu Ying for a long time, so the two of them agreed not to talk about this matter too much, and avoided it, what to do.

I don't know if it was stimulated by this incident. Han Qianluo thought about how to improve the farming tool in the afternoon, which made her feel better. Next, it is time to build this tool, but this tool is no longer It's made of wood, but made of iron. After thinking about it, Han Qianluo decided to go to the iron shop to order this tool tomorrow.

The next morning, as soon as Han Qianluo walked into the pastry shop, the fat guy in the shop quickly said: "Miss Han, you are here. We are not used to you not coming these few days?"

"Is there anything you're not used to?" Han Qianluo said casually with a smile, and took out the cake and handed it over.

At this time, Ma Qiaozhong came in from outside the shop, saw her and asked in surprise, "Qian Luo hasn't come for a while, why are you here today?"

Han Qianluo didn't hide it either, and said truthfully: "Isn't this going to grow wheat, so I'm thinking about improving the farming tools."

When Ma Qiaozhong heard this, he seemed very surprised, and quickly asked, "How could Qianluo think of this?"

"It's not that there are few people in the family. Whether it's farming or harvesting, the speed is very slow, and maybe it will delay the farming time, so I wondered if I could improve the tools to make the farming speed a little faster. "Han Qianluo said.

"It's a good idea."

Han Qianluo was busy going to the iron shop, so he didn't dare to delay too long. After chatting casually for a few words, he left and came to Zhang Ji Iron Shop.Zhang Ji's younger brother Zhang Eryi smiled when he saw Han Qianluo: "What do you want to buy this time, Miss?"

At this time, Han Qianluo felt that it was inconvenient not to have any paper. If there was paper, he would just hand over the drawing, but now he had to laboriously describe it.No matter what she thought, Han Qianluo described what she was about to hit.

"Girls always make these weird looking things." Zhang Er had a hesitant expression on his face after speaking.

Seeing his appearance, Han Qianluo guessed that he had something to say, so he said, "If you have anything to say, just say it."

"Then I'll ask, girl, what are you calling for?" Zhang Er scratched his head and asked.

(End of this chapter)