MTL - I’m Walking the Career Line In Dog Blood-Chapter 61

I don't know how long it took, An Yinong finally fell asleep, Gu Zhengzhong got out of the car, he looked at the crow standing on the frame: "Guard people, go out a little bit Error, only you are asking."

At this time, Gu Zhengzhong's eyes are cold and ruthless, where is the warmth from before, but the crow is used to it.

"Didn't His Highness leave when he said he was happy? It's been a few months, what's so special about this human being?" The crow fell to the ground and turned into a man in black.

Gu Zhengzhong paused for a moment: "I can see through the heart of ordinary people at a glance, but I can't understand his heart."

He had a smile on his face, and quickly put it away: "You don't have to worry about his business, just take care of good people."

Gu Zhengzhong seemed to pass through a barrier and disappeared directly. But within a few seconds, he appeared again and entered the car without saying a word.

An Yinong slept badly, frowned, his body was sweating, his lips were dry, and his face was pale.

When he was so weak and helpless, he was sure that he was really just a teenager.

Gu Zhengzhong took out a palm-sized treasure box from his sleeve. It was as crystal clear as ice jade. When the box was opened, there was a small round red fruit, which was fragrant.

As soon as the fragrance passed through the curtain, it caused the 'things' around to move, but they dared not approach.

Gu Zhengzhong pinched the red fruit with **** and hung it at a height of three or four inches above An Yinong's lips. When he squeezed it lightly, a red liquid dripped down, just right on An Yi Nong's lips. On the corner of Nong's lips, the fragrance suddenly became more intense.

An Yinong in the dream licked his lips, Gu Zhengzhong smiled, and squeezed out two more drops of red liquid. He looked at the fruit that had no essence left, and threw it out. Before the fruit landed, a black wind came and swept away, followed by other forces.

The next day, with the sound of the victims getting up early to cook, An Yinong woke up. He was in great spirits, and even felt that he was even better than before he got sick.

"It's good to be alive and healthy."

An Yinong wiped his face, applied the brown plaster again, and used a large scarf to cover his attractive face tightly.

He lit incense sticks for Gu Zhengzhong, put the golden oranges next to him, and bowed respectfully, "Mr. Good morning."

Gu Zhengzhong looked at the little orange next to the incense stick, and the corner of his mouth raised slightly: "Well, good morning."

He hasn't heard of 'good morning', but it doesn't prevent him from understanding what it means and learning to use it right away.

In the time after that, others were struggling to escape, and An Yinong had to listen to the teacher's lecture while pushing the cart.

"I don't have many conditions now, so let's explain one article a day. This is the famous article "Mo Meizan" by the former dynasty's literary minister. I will test you in the evening."

"Recite or understand?" An Yinong asked.

"Naturally."

Mr. Gu is usually a good talker, but at this time he is very majestic. An Yinong can't keep up with the rhythm a little, and the car here will be doubled.

"Just listen to me carefully." Gu Zhengzhong squinted at the person in the crowd who was dodging and attracting An Yinong's attention, a gray mouse.

"Yes, sir."

Gu Zhengzhong did a random check on An Yinong's situation that night. An Yinong was stumbling, but his understanding of this "Momei Zan" made Gu Zhengzhong's eyes shine.

Most scholars always have a wonderful kneeling plot to their predecessors. They always feel that there is nothing wrong with the ancients, celebrities, and famous people. Can be called a high-rise view.

Gu Zheng was very satisfied in the center, but he deliberately beat on his mouth: "The idea is very good, but the edge is too strong. Next time, you can be more subtle."

"Yes."

Seeing An Yinong secretly relieved, Gu Zhengzhong said with a smile, "Are you tired?"

"Not tired." An Yinong took out the state of counting down the hundred days to the college entrance examination.

"That's good," Gu Zhengzhong smiled while sitting in the car, "I was worried that your foundation was not good, so I slowed down the speed. Since you can still bear it, then add one more article every day."

“…”

There is no pen or book, and even the teacher is not professional enough, but this is the best education An Yinong can get.

This time is on the road to escape, and there are no serious scholars around him. Gu Zhengzhong is the best teacher he can get in touch with, although An Yinong does not know who he is or what he is .

If he wanted to pass the imperial examination to become an official, this matter was not decided by him, but after careful consideration.

In his last life, he became a singer and has fulfilled his wish. However, what he saw and heard all the way to the desert changed his mind.

An Yinong is convinced that his ideas and his abilities are better than ordinary people. The amount of modern and powerful information is systematically stored in his brain as unforgettable knowledge, reminding him all the time , he is a special being.

Since you have this ability, why not try to benefit one party?

To live, one must find a reason for oneself to live.

The weather is getting colder and colder, and there are two heavy snowfalls. Many people with insufficient clothes are showing signs of illness. Ginger has become more expensive than food.

The daughter-in-law of the village chief's family also fell ill. The illness was not good for a few days. Everyone felt that it was only two days. The village chief's family was so worried that their eyebrows hung down.

"Her father, leave me behind and lighten the burden." The eldest daughter-in-law of the village chief wiped her tears, "I married you for so many years, and I gave birth to a girl named Hemiao. If I go..."

The little girl also cried around her mother: "Mother, don't leave me."

"Don't cry." The village chief lifted the straw curtain of the tent, and he brought in a small bag, "Given by Xiwazi, he said that there are pills for fever, three pills a day, Take it after meals."

"Xiwazi?" The village chief's son looked at the bag in surprise. He opened it and saw not only a small porcelain bottle, but also three or four kilograms of millet.

"Mother, you are saved." The village eldest son burst into tears and cried with joy.

The village chief did not expect that there were so many serious grains in it, and their families are now eating grass roots.

In the last city, a big girl could sell more than ten catties of grain.

"Grab a handful of porridge for your daughter-in-law first, and remember to pay him back when you have food. Remember this kindness. What he gave was not food and medicine, but life."

She is also the daughter-in-law of the village head.

The village chief's family did not say to the outside world that it was not just his family who were sick among the victims. In case anyone knew, An Yinong had a box of food and medicine, which would not be enough.

"When will the snow fall?"

After sweeping the snow on and around the shed, An Yinong rubbed his hands and retracted into the car.

Oil paper, it's been fine after two months of wind and rain.

Gu Zhengzhong saw An Yinong come in. He didn't even fan the fan, but when his mind moved, the snowflakes on An Yinong's head disappeared by themselves, and the warmth was secreted.

If someone else got into his car, he would be shocked and stunned. This small car separated by a layer of coarse cloth was actually several degrees warmer than the outside.

An Yinong sat down cross-legged and picked up a book on the mattress. This is brought by Gu Zhengzhong. Anyway, Xue Da and the others can't leave, so they just study hard here.

He held the book, and his upper body was upright. Although he looked at the embarrassed refugee, the demeanor that had become part of his temperament could not be deceived.

Gu Zhengzhong watched and felt pleasing to the eye.

In fact, the intensity of his requirements is really embarrassing, even the children of aristocratic families who started enlightenment at the age of four may not be able to keep up. But An Yinong never complained, he just implemented it seriously, demanding himself in the most efficient and strictest way.

Diligent, studious, intelligent, and knowledgeable, how can you not like such students?

Heavy snow fell for several days, the wheels were submerged by the thick layer of snow, and the ground was white. The victims are sad, how do they go about this? You can't wait until the snow melts.

"Change the route and go east, Pingjiang Mansion in the east is the closest to us." One person gave an idea.

"Pingjiang House? Didn't you say there was a flood there?"

Several leaders were there to discuss, some were decisive, and some were hesitant. Pingjiang Prefecture is notoriously troubled.

"Well, let's go separately, some continue to go south, and some turn east to Pingjiang Prefecture." Originally, the disaster victims were gathered together only because of the same destination. Very reasonable.

An Yinong decided to go to Pingjiangfu, which is in the plot, and Pingjiangfu has a lot of mountains and few people, just when labor is needed, it is more friendly to the disaster victims, and people who come will give Divide rooms into mountains. There are also some sandy land or tidal flats near the sea.

"Sand." An Yinong began to wonder whether to use the sand to grow watermelons or to raise ducks.

The number of people who choose to go to Pingjiang Prefecture is not very large. There are only five households in total, not counting the two orphans of An Yinong and Huang Meisheng.

They have to shovel snow and travel, so they walk very slowly.

The task of recognizing the way was handed over to a merchant in the disaster victims. The man in charge ran the merchant when he was young and knew how to use the denseness of the tree canopy, the tree rings and the stars in the night sky to distinguish the direction.

In the air, it explodes into flowers.

Outside the city gate, the victims stared blankly at the lonely sky after the fireworks burned, with mixed feelings in their hearts, but only a wry smile appeared on their faces.

"It's New Year's Eve."

The prefect of Pingjiang Prefecture did not expect that there would be disaster victims coming here, but since they are here, let’s make arrangements. There are few people living in the land of the poor in their prefecture, so twenty or thirty people are nothing.

"It's just that I don't know the temperament of these victims, so don't make any trouble." The prefect was a little concerned. Hearing that the way these victims had not been peaceful, they were also infected with a bit of fierceness.

"Sir, I think it can be divided into Shanling County, where there are seven mountains, two waters and one field, and there are many villages and villagers in the mountains. They can't make any trouble. They are divided into two batches and sent to two remote villages."

The prefect of Pingjiang Prefecture accepted this suggestion and even considered the disaster victims: "Send it to a village where many surnames live together, so that one surname does not bully the victims."

So An Yinong was separated from the village chief's family. He, Huang Meisheng, and a family of five were sent to a mountain village in Shanling County.

As the disaster victims who settled in the local area, they can get 30 catties of grain subsidized by the government at one time, a piece of homestead and three acres of land.

Of course, these three acres of land are not cultivated fields, but one of three fields: mountains, ponds, and sandy land. An Yinong chose the pond.

After another three taels of silver, he got a pond of more than ten acres, and the small land near the pond is also his. As for his homestead, he has built a simple hut with bamboo strips and thatch on the hillside not far away.

"Here you can open a small vegetable garden and raise some ducks." The kind Abo spoke to him in a local dialect that he could not understand. The simple old man also likes the fair and beautiful young man, who looks easy to get along with. At first, they were really worried about a few vicious victims.

An Yinong even managed to understand the other party's words, thank you very much.

"It's not far from the sea, fish and shrimp are cheap and not easy to sell." Gu Zhengzhong floated three inches in the air, the tip of his fan pressed against his lips.

"What the pond can sell is not just fish and shrimp." An Yinong smiled, "I am going to plant mulberry trees by the pond, fish and water chestnuts in the water, and ducks by the pond."

"There is a local custom of raising silkworms with mulberries. Silkworm cocoons can be tax-deductible, and the rest can be used for daily living. Since I am going to take the imperial examination, I can't focus on farming. The most suitable one is to choose a pond.”

The most important thing is that he has a natural affinity for aquatic animals and has a 'health halo'. Choosing a pond can take advantage of this.

"Then there are more than ten ponds to choose from, some of which are bigger and deeper, why did you choose this?" This pond is the most remote, but An Yinong chose it. The homestead is also selected here.

An Yinong looked at this ordinary looking pond with a smile: "This pond is naturally formed, it has springs and undercurrents underground, it is natural living water, and only this kind of water can grow well. The fish and shrimp. I even have an idea, but this thing needs to be tested to determine whether it can be done.”

"What's your idea?" Gu Zhengzhong was a little curious, just such an ordinary pond, can you still play with flowers?

An Yinong pointed at the crucian carp that flashed in the water: "The last thing I was sure about was the fish in this pond. The villagers said that gold-red and silver-white crucian carp were caught here. I want to try breeding ornamental fish."