Chapter 11: Mengxue Museum

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Zhuangli’s little servant had never used 冉 当 as a root, and did not say that she was weak, but said that she had already fallen to this field, and her eyes were still on her head, as if she had said a word with them. Her honor is like.
Yan Yan is no longer a pet, and it is also a prostitute who is a family of eight. The foreign family also only claims that the seventeen mothers are sick in Zhuang, so the servants of the small servants did not like the Lord in their hearts and never put her on. In the heart, but do not dare to marry, at most ignore it. However, the previous day, Zhou Lang was revived, and they all saw it with their own eyes. This thing was not only Zhou Jiacun, but all the people in Zhuangzhuang immediately looked at each other with enthusiasm. The state was much more humble than before.
After reading the letter, Yan Yan will leave the letter in the baggage. "Late green, let him go with him."
Even if I don’t want to be in the middle of the night, even if she doesn’t want to be in her heart, she can’t take the face of her own mother in front of her, and hand over the things in her hand to Xing Niang, and solve the heavy half-way money from the waist. Strong face and smile to the hand of the little sister, "As long as I help my mother, my mother will not be treated badly, this time you have to help you."
Xiao Yan was first horrified. After he had actually touched the half-consolidated money, he woke up like a dream. He said: "Thank you for the reward of the mother. Even if the mother has something to do, the small one will do her best."
Yan Yan nodded slightly: "There is work."
It was just a polite speech, but it was also surprising enough. Xiao Xiao knew that she was euphemistically and personally, and quickly put the money into the sleeve and went back.
"Hey, what face!" Green whispered.
Xing Niang and Yan Yan did not answer, Yan Yan as an unloved prostitute, not willing to spend money, who would have nothing to run to pay attention! What's more, the former Yan Yan said that the good point is the empty valley orchid that does not eat fireworks. The ugly point is the poor face. It is obviously worse than the aide of the main hospital. It is hard to feel that it is superior and can't see the reality.
Today's event is to let Yan Yan realize the importance of money. If she must survive in Datang, she must have the idea to make money, but now the appearance of this muddy, so she can not make up her mind.
"First visit Mr. Sang." Yan Yan grabbed the party and hurriedly went out.
Late Green quickly stuffed the two silvers, and the rest of the things were left to Xing Niang for disposal, lifting the skirt and flying to catch up with Yan Yan.
Xing Niang looked at the letter that had not been folded. The contents were not much, but it was just a polite greeting. Secondly, the two silvers in the bag were the doctors who gave the doctor the day before. , Liu Liu returned, but Zhou Lang is still weak, Liu can not be separated, then transferred to Sang Chen by the way.
Yan Yan suppresses the waves in his heart and tries to make his steps as good as usual.
It was in the early morning, on both sides of the river bank in the middle of the village, the house opened a back door along the river, and the ladder built by the bluestone plate was directly connected to the river. The women of each household had already washed rice on the stone steps. Dish, use each other with a soft voice.
There was also a awning ship carrying some cargo and slowly passing through the river to ask if the women who were washing vegetables needed to buy or exchange goods.
Looking at such a quiet and peaceful picture, the anxiety and anxiety of Yan Yan’s heart gradually calmed down, but the footsteps never eased. Just like a murder case, the forensic doctor needs to arrive at the crime scene in the shortest time. Yan Yan is used to it. This way of doing things.
Late Green knows that the Mongolian Museum is in the east of the village, and it will help you to go there.
The day is based on the morning, and I have already heard the sound of the children’s reading.
Listening to the sound, Yan Yan can distinguish, there are not many births, about fourteen five, the age is also uneven, the small voice is vague, the milk is milky, and the big one has already had the characteristics of the young boy.
In the alleys of the village, I occasionally bumped into several villagers. When I saw Yan Yan’s hand holding a platform, the footsteps were quick. Although I was full of doubts, I immediately retreated to the side of the road and respectfully bowed.
Doctors have been respected since ancient times. Who is not afraid of being old, sick, and dead? People who can "return to life" like Yan Yan will naturally feel awe.
The Mongolian pavilion in the village is just a wide-ranging house. Like a residential building, it is built along the water. There is no courtyard in front of the house. There is no ladder leading to the river behind the house. On the platform, there is a circle of poplar fence on the water table. Look at the color, which is only nailed up in the past two days.
The houses in the Tang Dynasty were generally low, and this Mongolian pavilion was slightly higher than the dwellings. The construction was also considered to be a good one. It is obvious that the villagers attach importance to education.
The evening green probe looked into the house, and a row of neatly arranged children sat on the big and small children, shaking their heads and shaking their minds with Sang Chen. The youngest child was afraid that they would not even be stable, let alone Sitting squatting, it is standing there, just enough to use a few shorts. But that face was serious with the book, because of the small hand, it was very hard to carry, the child twisted a small brow, the small mouth also moved with the sound of the big stream, quite a bit, though, in his hand The book is reversed.
On the same day, Ping Xiaolang, who was crying in the late green, was sleeping on the mat, and the saliva flowed to the sputum. The small mouth was screaming from time to time, and it was fearful that it was delicious.
There is also a half-big child holding a twig. In private, you yell at me, I will yell at you. A girl from time to time sneaked at the seriously endorsed teenager, another male doll screamed at her hair...
In a small Mongolian hall, the chicken flies and jumps, so it’s not lively.
And that Sang Chen didn’t seem to know at all. He closed his eyes and shook his head, and he was seriously intoxicated than anyone else.
Late green grinned and lowered his voice: "I don't know, the most lively place in the village is the Mongolian Pavilion!"
Yan Yan stood outside and waited quietly. She looked at the intoxicated appearance of Sang Chen and interrupted him and felt cruel. Yan Yan was so anxious in her heart, but she always said the principle of doing things, and she stood outside the door until the end of their early reading.
Thousands of words, as the name implies, thousands of words, but these children are not the same age, some are finished, some are only a few words, so Sang Chen led them to recite them twice, and recited the first half twice. Finally, only a few words in front.
After all the backs, Sang Chen focused on the first half.
During this time, the front of the museum was also very lively. A few 14-year-old girls bowed and walked along the wall roots and sneaked into the window. It looked like a dial, but it wasn’t. Because Yan Yan found that their little movements were often hostile, not I stepped on you "unintentionally", that is, you "inadvertently" licked me.
The girls apparently came over often. When they reached the window, they suddenly saw the sly face of the big squat standing at the door. They all looked at each other with a look of gaze or hatred.
When the sound in the house stopped, Yan Yan faintly regained his gaze.
Late green dissatisfied with the few girls who did not know the number of rituals, even disrespectful to their own mother, but also a playful heart, hands and feet are very fast, almost Yan Yan just gesture, she has stood at the door, reaching out and slamming the threshold, "Mr. Sang The slave is the late green of the government. My mother has some important things to ask Mr. Sang. Please ask Mr. for a convenience."
The girls were so red-faced that they hated the green back and looked at them like a rabbit. They ran around.
Yan Yan looked at a few lively girls, could not help but smile, it seems that this Mr. Sang is popular!
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