Splendid Farm: Niangzi loves farming

Chapter 4

She asked, "Shuanzi, how old are you?"

Shuanzi said, "Twelve, what's the matter?"

"Nothing, how old am I?"

"You are two years older than me, fourteen..."

fourteen!Mo Qianqian looked at his little arms and legs, and thought to himself: "This body is fourteen? I remember that when I was fourteen, I was already tall enough, and the places that should be bulged were bulging. That's good, dry and shriveled Deflated, about the size of a ten-year-old child..."

When she was thinking about it, Shuanzi was still muttering strangely: "Why do you ask me these things when you are free? It's not like you don't know..."

Mo Qianqian smiled and said, "I just want to test you, I'm afraid you won't remember well...By the way, do you still remember my name?"

"Your name is Mo Qianyu, how could I forget that!"

Mo Qianyu!The name is good, the most important thing is that it is only one letter away from the original name, it is easy to accept...

Thinking about it, she asked again: "Then what's your name?"

Shuanzi thought she was playing tricks, and said impatiently, "Go, go, I won't tell you anymore!"

Seeing his bulging cheeks, Mo Qianqian looked more and more at his younger brother, and teased him and asked, "Shuanzi, what is your father's name, and what is my father's name?"

Shuanzi looked up at her in surprise, and said, "Sister, why are you talking about your father again? Didn't Auntie not let you talk about it?"

Mo Qianqian felt suspicious: Why didn't you let me speak?Is there really something shameful?

So he deliberately said: "It's okay, it's just the two of us now, mother doesn't know."

Shuanzi pouted, and said, "You bully people, and you still have your mother's name. You don't even know your father's name and you ask me. I only know that your father is a scholar. When he dies, your mother will take it with you." You are here, what else do you want me to say!"

With your maiden name?This incident was rare in ancient times. It seems that this Yuerniang is really a person with a story. No wonder her speech and behavior are different from ordinary rural girls.

Mo Qianqian used his imagination to fantasize: It is estimated that his "mother" used to be the eldest lady of which family, she accidentally fell in love with a poor scholar, she was pregnant with an illegitimate child and was kicked out of the house, and then the scholar disappeared after the exam, and the mother and daughter were lonely Wuyi wandered to a small mountain village... Pfft, it's really bloody, I even let myself catch up with this kind of thing...

While thinking about it, she asked Shuanzi again: "Then what dynasty is it now?"

"Dynasty? What is a dynasty?"

"...That is, what kind of country are we!"

"Liao country, don't adults always say it? You don't remember again."

Mo Qianqian pinched his chin with two fingers and pondered: Liao Kingdom, could it be the Song and Liao period?That was a troubled time, no wonder the people suffered like this...

In this way, she asked nonsense while inquiring, and inquired about the relationship between the two families.

It turned out that Mo Qianyu's mother brought Mo Qianyu, who was just born, to this small village 14 years ago. At that time, Shuanzi's father and mother had just got married. People swore to be sisters.

Shuanzi's father is the only hunter in the village, and he has a wild spirit. When Qian Yuniang is bullied, he often helps her, so there are rumors that Shuanzi's father occupies two women...

After making a rough idea of ​​"life experience", Mo Qianqian felt a little more at ease, and began to familiarize himself with the environment inside and out. The things in her house were clear at a glance, and there was nothing to see. Look outside.

There are only a dozen or so households in the entire village, and they are basically this kind of horse-frame houses. There is no plan, large and small are built in a mess, but the north and south streets are barely separated. .

The south of the village is a piece of farmland, and there is a large area of ​​low-lying wasteland around the farmland. When it is dry, it is cultivated, and when it is flooded, it is a weed beach.

In the distance is the white birch tree with clear water, the white with black spots, tall and straight with a hazy feeling like a rough charcoal painting, exuding wild beauty.

Looking at the world covered in silver, Mo Qianqian secretly admired: "It's so natural and unrestrained, what a pure northern scenery..."

While Mo Qianqian admired her, she turned her eyes to look behind the house.

At this sight, she stayed away.

It turned out that more than a mile outside the village turned out to be a mighty river covered in ice and snow!

Mo Qianqian's home in his previous life was by the Songhua River, so he was very familiar with this scene.

"This, what kind of Jiang is this?" She subconsciously asked.

"This is the Songhua River! Sister, what's wrong with you today, why don't you know anything, I really suspect that you got sick from the smoke?"

Hearing these three words again, Mo Qianqian couldn't help but burst into tears!
God knows how excited she is now.

She raised her head to the sky, and thanked secretly in her heart: "God, you really treated me well, did you send me back to my hometown thousands of years ago? If so, these mountains and rivers are my closest relatives." !"

She subconsciously walked towards the Songhua River, but within a few steps, a gust of cold wind blew in, followed by dizziness and nausea, so she had to stop.

Although he was also smoked by the smoke, Shuanzi obviously wanted her to be much stronger than her. Seeing that she was uncomfortable, Shuanzi came to help her and said, "Sister, what are you going to do? You are still ill. Let's go back to the house!"

Mo Qianqian walked back with him clutching his chest, but his confused head began to doubt again: It seems wrong, the Songhua River thousands of years ago was not called Songhua River at all, how could this name appear so early?Is the historical record wrong, or is my understanding wrong?Otherwise... the Songhua River here is not the Songhua River in my hometown at all?

Her mind was once again in a mess, but there was no way to verify it here and now, so she could only hide it in her heart, hoping to find someone who understood it when she had a chance.

After being helped into the house by Shuan Zi and sitting there for a while, he felt much better, so he stood up again and said, "Shuan Zi, let's go to your house!"

The world is the greatest, no matter what Jiang is or what country it is, I always want to live here as comfortably as possible, so I should try my best to change my living conditions. She is worried that if this life continues, I'm afraid that my small body won't last until next year's spring, and I will travel again.

Although Shuanzi's house also lived in a horse frame, it was bigger and bigger than Mo Qianyu's house, and had more things in the house, such as bows and arrows.

Mo Qianqian picked up the bow used by Shuanzi's father and looked at it. The bow didn't look very delicate, but it was very heavy. The bowstring was as tight as a steel wire. Mo Qianqian tried it, and pulled the bowstring with her strength. The ability to shapeshift does not.

She resolutely gave up this kind of weapon with great lethality in this era, picked up the hunting fork again, shook her head and put it down again.

It seems that Shuanzi's father is good at physical work, and he can't handle it by himself.

(End of this chapter)