Huan Zhen's head roared, and for a moment he opened his mouth wide and had nothing to answer. Zhou Shichang said that he was unwilling and said with a pride: "Jiu Xinla was pulled by you when I left the valley just now, and helped you. I, Zhou Shichang, had never been wronged and failed. Now I, you are ignoring my hands. Could it be that Xue Xin committed suicide?" Huan Zhen knew that the ethics of the Ming Dynasty were very strict, and women should never be able to meet men's skin at will. Dear, he couldn't guess whether the old man would really force Xue Xin to death if he refused to marry this. It was like a fool to have a marriage from the 21st century. However, he didn't expect that if he said that he had lost his qualities, then when he was seriously injured, Xue Xin would not take care of her before and after taking care of her. The loss of the qualities was not enough? On weekdays, he was very quick-witted. Now he scared Zhou Shichang, but he was sweating like a pulp and had no idea.

After a while, when he looked up, he suddenly saw Xue Xin looking at him with his eyes, with a confused look on his eyes, as if he didn't know what had happened. His heart trembled, and suddenly his blood rushed to his forehead, raised his head, and shouted: "I'll marry me!" Zhou Shichang laughed and said: "Okay! What a virtuous son-in-law!" Huan Zhen calmed down and felt a little regretful, but at this moment he had already spoken, like a carving of wood, and could no longer take it back. After thinking about it, he said: "But there is a condition for the kid. If the kid agrees, the marriage will naturally be subject to the orders; if the kid doesn't agree, then even though he is in a down-and-out manner, he still has this backbone." Zhou Shichang didn't expect that he had this speech and was stunned for a moment, saying: "Son-in-law, we are already a family, what can't be said clearly?" Huan Zhen smiled and said: "Okay!" He said something.

It turned out that after two days of getting along with Zhou Shichang, he found that his face was often blue and purple, and there was a wheezing sound when he was panting. Like his grandfather who died a few years ago, they were typical symptoms of emphysema. In this era, if he got this disease, he would usually die slowly. Look at Zhou Shichang's complexion, which is quite similar to the few months before his grandfather's death, probably not able to survive this year. The old man was anxious to find Xue Xin's family, probably to arrange a home for his granddaughter before he left. As soon as he thought of this, he couldn't bear to refuse. Although he had a good impression of Xue Xin, he wanted him to marry a girl who had only known him for two days and was ten years younger than him as his wife. He really couldn't accept it psychologically. For the sake of the present, he had to agree for the time being, and then try to delay and wait for Zhou Shichang a hundred years. Afterwards, Xue Xin had a favorite person in her heart, and as her brother, she organized a marriage for her. Since he had such a plan, he left room everywhere in his words when talking about the conditions with Zhou Shichang, saying that although his parents died, there was still an uncle in his hometown. He dared not be self-centered in marriage, and he had to ask his uncle for his official marriage after returning to his hometown. Zhou Shichang also felt that he was right and he was not good at opposing him. Moreover, he believed that he was very good at looking at Huan Zhen that day, and he took him home to take care of him carefully. I thought that he would not regret it even if he agreed to the marriage. Thinking that after his death, his granddaughter finally stopped being lonely and lonely, he couldn't help but smiled to the sky. He laughed tightly, and he became breathless again. Xue Xin quickly stroked his back, as if he had been used to it on weekdays.

Huan Zhen was very embarrassed and suddenly remembered that when his grandfather was ill, all medicines were ineffective. A folk remedy prescribed by the local village doctor: Sanzi Pig Lung Decoction. It was to cook one fresh pig lung, Schisandra chinensis, Pig Pill and Chinensis together. Although the folk remedy did not have any power to restore the sky in the end, my grandfather died of suffocation, but before his death, he said that the pig lung Decoction was very effective. As for whether it was really effective, or whether the old man said casually to comfort his children, then No one knows. No matter whether it is effective or not, it is not a difficult thing to do. If you drink it, it is unknown whether it is effective. He secretly put this matter in his heart. When Xue Xin walked away, he went over and whispered to Zhou Shichang. Zhou Shichang had such experience, and at first glance he could see that Huan Zhen knew that he was terminally ill. Then he thought about why he agreed to Xue Xin's marriage so readily. He was very grateful and agreed to let him give it a try.

The three of them waited until the sun was westward and the mudslides passed. Huan Zhen helped Zhou Shichang and Xue Xin followed behind. The group of three walked back to the cottage slowly, and they were still several feet away. Huan Zhen looked at it and couldn't help but cry out loudly. It turned out that the rain that had been soaked in the cottage for several days had already been decayed. After several vibrations, it actually collapsed. At this moment, the three of them had no place to live, and they could sleep for one night and two nights. If they wanted to do this every day, how could Zhou Shichang's old and sick body, Huan Zhen seriously injured? There was no way for a while, and they were just dazed there.

Just when there was no choice, he suddenly heard a man shouting from afar: "Brother Pi Ming, Brother Pi Ming!" Zhou Shichang was stunned, and suddenly showed joy, and responded loudly, "Is Zhong Bai? Brother I am here!" The man had already rushed to the front as he spoke, held Zhou Shichang's hands, and said tremblingly: "Old brother, I'm worried that I'm so worried!" When Huan Zhen looked at him, he saw that the man was about forty years old, wearing a short green cloth, a leather belt tied around his waist, a pair of soft-soled leather boots under his feet, and a beard on his face. At first glance, he looked like a martial arts teacher. Zhou Shichang turned to Huan Zhen and said, "Son-in-law, come and see me. This is my best friend, Jiang Bingcai Jiang Zhongbai."

Jiang Bingcai said in surprise: "When will Brother Pi Ming get a good son-in-law? Why don't you know at all? Brother Pi Ming is not very close!" Zhou Shichang laughed and said, "Don't blame Zhongbai, my son-in-law and I met the day before yesterday." He said that, and told Huan Zhen's origin. Jiang Bingcai praised, while looking at Huan Zhen up and down, and suddenly smiled: "Congratulations to Brother Pi Ming!" The two looked at each other. Huan Zhen then came forward to pay homage, and told his life experience of returning overseas residents. Jiang Bingcai thought about it and said: "According to Brother Pi Ming's words, Brother Shi is going to return home with his bones. Brother Shi Jie, Bingcai really admires him. However, Brother Shi has lived outside for a long time, or does not know the system of the Ming Dynasty. Refugees need to print tickets to be naturalized. In my opinion, Brother Shi might as well register in Lingqiu County first, and then try slowly."

Huan Zhen was a little stunned when he heard this. He didn't expect that the Ming Dynasty's household registration system was so strict and that the management of refugees was so harsh! He couldn't help but think of the "temporary residence permit" and "repayment", and he curled his lips slightly and said with a wry smile: "That's all that is the case. But I don't know how to get a book in Lingqiu?" Zhou Shichang smiled and said, "It's all for me to leave this matter!" Jiang Bingcai responded: "That's right. Bingcai was not talented, and he was appointed as the magistrate of Lingqiu County, and he laughed." Huan Zhen was shocked again, and he could not have imagined that Ling County Magistrate Qiu was actually dressed like a hunter in the mountains. Jiang Bingcai saw his surprise and explained: "In Japan, the earthquake in this county was very severe. The county must take care of it everywhere. It is convenient to wear this short and short dress." As he said, he pointed to the south and said: "Shi Ye and Mr. Xu were also here together. I know that Brother Pi Ming did not like the noise, so he taught them to wait there and come to see him alone." Huan Zhen then understood the reason, and he couldn't help but admire Jiang Bingcai.

When Jiang Bingcai saw Zhou Shichang's house collapse, he immediately invited them to live in his yamen. Zhou Shichang did not refuse and agreed. Huan Zhen was injured. When Jiang Bingcai saw it, he immediately called two yamen runners and asked them to go back to get a chair and lift Huan Zhen back and not mention it.

Jiang Bingcai did keep his word. In just two or three days, he had already completed all the procedures for Huan Zhen to register. Huan Zhen randomly fabricated his hometown for three generations and gave himself a word called "Baili". He was recuperating in the county yard's rear yard. He had nothing to do every day, so he asked Zhou Shichang to teach him to read, saying that his father was ignorant, and now he returned to Middle-earth and wanted to learn Chinese characters. Zhou Shichang was very happy and taught him all the knowledge in his heart, regardless of whether Huan Zhen could understand or not. Fortunately, Huan Zhen was very smart and liked ancient Chinese before coming to this world. Zhou Shichang taught him what he could teach him, and he could learn it as soon as he learned it, so he was so happy that the old man was so happy that he opened his mouth and couldn't close it.

In this way, the days passed day by day, and in a blink of an eye, it was already a month later. The post-earth reconstruction work in Lingqiu County was carried out in an orderly manner. Huan Zhen's injuries were already well-behaved, but his right arm was still useless. He was unwilling to eat other people's idle meals. He carried an axe every day and went up the mountain with Zhou Xuexin. The two took turns chopping firewood and dragging them down the mountain to sell. There was no shortage of daily expenses. On this day, the weather was rainy and the climate was humid. Zhou Shichang was inevitably recurring, so Huan Zhen asked Xuexin to stay. The family was well taken care of, and put on a straw raincoat and went up the mountain to cut some wet wood. I thought I didn't know if anyone wanted this firewood. On the other hand, I dragged it to the city with drizzle of cows and walked away several households on weekdays. Unexpectedly, all the families said that wet wood was troublesome and refused to buy it. Huan Zhen could not imagine it, but the rain was getting heavier and he thought he could not say anything, so he had to wait until the rain stopped before making any more conspiracy. At that moment, he was panicking and rushed to a restaurant called the eaves of the Zuiweng Pavilion to hide. Seeing that the rain was getting heavier, I wonder if Xue Xin was worried about herself at home, so she just wanted to go back quickly.

While thinking about it, I suddenly heard a hoarse voice behind me shouting: "Wu, the restaurant, this dish is cooked with less oil and no salt, and it almost fades out of birds. How can I swallow it?" When I looked back, a bearded man was slapped at the table and cursed. The owner of the shop was a famous rich man in Lingqiu, named Zhang Shoucheng. When he heard the man shouting, he hurriedly bowed left and bowed the right to compensate, saying: "My uncle doesn't know that our Weizhou area is all based on official sales. Recently, somehow, the merchant who transported salt has not arrived yet Therefore, the whole of Weizhou cannot buy salt. The store now uses it, and there is not much left. "The man still couldn't help but shouted, and insisted that the store put enough salt and make it for him again. How could Zhang Shoucheng respond? Remaking a piece of food is a trivial matter, but he was very reluctant to waste a lot of salt for him. At that moment, the two people were slapped and whispered. Huan Zhen was not allowed to ignore it, but the louder the noise of the two men became, and there was no sign of peace. He gradually became irritated.

Youdao is a person who is eager to be wise. Huan Zhen had an idea and thought of an idea. He walked over and patted Zhang Shoucheng on the shoulder, and smiled and said, "Shop owner, do you have peppers under the kitchen?" Zhang Shoucheng was puzzled and nodded. Huan Zhen blew and said, "I can make a dish to keep this old man satisfied, and don't pay you any more salt." Zhang Shoucheng was overjoyed and said, "Take it serious?" Huan Zhen smiled and said, "Sure. It's just that I cook for you, so I can't sell my two free days. Bundle firewood..." Before he finished speaking, Zhang Shoucheng said in a silence: "You can do it, don't talk about these two bundles of firewood. I will pack all the firewood you have in the future." Salt in the late Ming Dynasty was sold by the state, not a very cheap mass consumer product, but it is not very delicious without salt. If you can learn a dish that does not require a lot of salt and can make delicious food, it is naturally undesirable for restaurants. As for firewood, it is necessary to use it every day, so what's the difference between whom you buy?

Huan Zhen naturally understood this layer, smiled and asked Zhang Shoucheng to take him into the kitchen. After half an hour, the man was already anxious and was yelling there, but he saw Huan Zhen bringing out a pot of vegetables with a smile. Before the people arrived, the fragrance was already overflowing. When the guests in the seat smelled the fragrance, they couldn't help but become greedy. The dish looked like a pot of red oil, and the smell was overflowing. It was the very popular Sichuan boiled fish in later generations, but it was not known to the northerners at this time. Huan Zhen was originally from Sichuan, and he had been forced to work in several restaurants for money. He had never eaten a pig and saw the pig leave. At this moment, he was still the same gourd.

It was far from the level of a five-star chef, but these northerners had never eaten it before, and they even got it. The man picked up the chopsticks and ate a piece of fish in suspicion. He couldn't help but slam the table and cheered. He applauded, and the diners in the seat wanted to order the same dish. Zhang Shoucheng was overjoyed and immediately smiled, asking Huan Zhen to stay in his shop to cook. Huan Zhen thought that he would not stay in Zhou's house for the rest of his life to chop wood for life, so he agreed. He was busy in the Drunken Old Man's Pavilion that day, and when he returned to the county government, it was already dark. He told the whole story to Mr. Zhou and Xuexin, and said that he wanted to be a chef at the Drunken Old Man's Pavilion, and the two of them were happy for him.

Since Huanzhen had Huanzhen, he launched a spicy specialty cuisine. Soon he became a hit and became a gathering place for gentry and celebrities in Lingqiu County, which made Zhang Shoucheng smiled all day long and couldn't close his mouth. Huanzhen was like a guest of honor, and his wages were very generous. In addition to eating and using it, Huanzhen paid all the remaining money to Mr. Zhou to repay his life-saving gratitude. Once he had enough money, Zhou Shichang would not want to always live in Jiang Bingcai's county government office to make people gossip. Now the central government is looking for him.

A house that he entered from front and back was rented. The landlord looked at the county magistrate and the house price was very fair. So the three of them chose an auspicious day to move the small luggage over. The house was a main house and two side houses. Huan Zhen asked Zhou Shichang to live in the main house, and he and Xue Xin lived in a side house. After dark every day, they could not walk around in the yard. Although Zhou Shichang felt that his behavior was strange, he didn't care. He kept teaching him the Four Books and Five Classics in his spare time.

In this way, Huan Zhen finally settled in this unfamiliar place. He would go to the Zuiweng Pavilion to pack the raw materials needed for the day before dawn, and wait for the drinkers to disperse at night before leaving. Although he was busy, the taste of going home with silver in his arms was really good. Especially whenever the food at home was finished, he would always feel that he could support a family. Although he did not regard Xue Xin as his fiancé in his heart, he would have lived a peaceful life day after day, so stable that Huan Zhen sometimes had an illusion that he originally belonged to this era and that he should have been a small chef in Lingqiu in the Ming Dynasty. The fate of Zhou Shichang and Zhou Xuexin was originally connected.
Chapter completed!