The villagers in Yangjiawu were panicked before, because they were worried that they would be defeated by Jia Ping'an, the broom; the second was because they were worried that the prince in Chang'an would send troops to kill Jia Ping'an, and they would be in trouble as well.

When a person panicked, he became obsessed with his own heart, so he became extreme and forgot the consequences of Jia Ping'an's death.

"Jia Ping'an cannot die! If he dies, God knows who he will kill!"

Hundreds of people were so panicked that they rushed up all the time. After a while of rushing, they pulled Jia Ping'an out.

Jia Ping'an was sent home and rested for half a day. He listened to his cousin Yang Deli muttering for a long time before he realized something.

The villagers were right at all. The original body was a bad guy. From grandfather to grandfather, to their parents, they were all destroyed.

Back then, all the grandfather's family was destroyed, and only Yang Deli was left. Jia Ping'an's mother pity him and took him to take care of him.

But four years ago, the Jia family was completely destroyed, leaving only Jia Ping'an, so the cousins ​​depended on each other.

Jia Ping'an sighed and said, "Pity! Poor!"

When I was young, my grandfather and grandfather were destroyed, then my hometown teacher was destroyed, and then my parents were destroyed...

The key is that even the time of birth caught Li Yuan’s death, and even the time of illness caught Li Shimin’s death, so there is no one else’s luck.

Yang Deli looked at him with tears in his eyes: "Ping An, when you were a child, you fell out, hit a tree when you walked, choked when you were eating, and rode a cow when you were five years old, and almost got trampled to death by the cow... When you were studying, the teacher from the village came to your house several times and said that you had not learned anything. My uncle and aunt were worried that you would starve to death in the future, so they asked you to learn farming, but you almost broke your feet with a hoe and lay on the bed for a month!"

This is a complete unlucky guy!

Reading makes the husband desperate, and farming makes the parents desperate.

You will be unlucky when you go out, but you will be unlucky when you are at home.

In a word, the original Jia Ping'an was unlucky if he could do nothing. In addition, there were many unlucky things in the village, all of which were counted on him.

These are nothing, the key is... He was rumored to have two emperors from the Old Li family to death.

Jia Ping'an couldn't help but express his deep admiration for such an original body.

You are so powerful!

Which girl from such a broom star dares to marry her?

"We are poor..." Yang Deli looked around, and he could be said to be a family member.

"The remaining rice and grain will only be enough for three days. In three days, we will have to go up the mountain to find wild vegetables to hunt."

When Yang Deli saw Jia Ping'an in a daze, he asked, "Ping'an, have you been buried in vain?"

Jia Ping'an shook his head, "I'm just thinking...what we call this now."

"What's the name?" Yang Deli felt that his cousin was a little different, but he couldn't say it.

"The poor eat dirt!"

Jia Ping'an got up and went outside.

Yangjiawu is very quiet under the protection of the walls. In the fort, the houses are intertwined, and occasionally smoke rises, which causes several birds to chirp.

The two dogs were biting in front. Jia Ping'an found it interesting and got closer. As a result, the two dogs whimpered and ran away with their tails.

Even the dog dislikes me?

Jia Ping'an was speechless sincerely.

Going further forward, a few girls came with their backpacks, which were full of pigs and vegetables. They went back and wanted to eat them for the fat pigs fed at home.

The girl is innocent, although not very outstanding, but she makes people feel energetic.

Several girls were muttering. One of them looked up and saw Jia Ping'an, and exclaimed: "Broom Star!"

In an instant, a few girls ran away.

The light figure was like a deer, just a little panicked.

"It's so light!" Jia Ping'an praised.

"The broom star is out!" Amid the panic shouts, the villagers carrying the load in front of them ran quickly, shouting as they ran: "Madam, hurry up! Go home!"

More than ten village women were taking care of their children at their doorstep or doing some work. When they heard the shouts, they quickly got up in panic, then picked up the children, picked up the things and rushed into the house.

Bang bang bang bang!

Countless sounds of closing the door came, and the bustling fort was silent just now.

Jia Ping'an looked at this scene in amazement, feeling that he had become a pure street tiger and a ghost was sad.

Why!

He slowly turned around, a duck stood there, looking up at him.

Jia Ping'an smiled, "After all, there is a duck who understands that I am not a broom star, that's great."

Before he finished speaking, the duck clattered, flapped its wings, and ran away as if it was flying.

When Jia Ping'an returned home, Yang Deli asked, "Ping'an, are the people in the village mad you?"

"No, it's just that people hate dogs."

Jia Ping'an asked, "Cousin, do you still have money at home?"

Yang Deli shook his head, "I've been poor for a long time."

He is really poor and eats dirt!

Jia Ping'an frowned and said, "May anyone else exchange money?"

He only needs a start-up capital now, not much, but the poor family of Jia can only think of other ways.

"The valuable ones at home are the sets of books you bought when you were studying. Back then, my uncle and aunt were so worried that they turned white and sold a lot of things, so I asked you to copy them."

Well!

In this era, the printing industry was very underdeveloped, and most scholars rely on copying to obtain books.

"It's done." Jia Ping'an was very heroic, which made Yang Deli happy.

Nowadays, you can sell anything, but you can't sell books. But Jia Ping'an was desperate to read all his husband. What are you doing? You want to leave it to your descendants... In Yang Deli's eyes, Jia Ping'an's broom star will definitely not be able to marry a wife, and the children are even more castles in the air, and there is no chance!

This is Huazhou, 180 miles away from Chang'an City. The capital of Huazhou is located in Zheng County, and Yangjiawu is five miles outside Zheng County.

Yang Deli went out with a bookcase and saw that people in the fort could not see it. Then he met a villager outside the fort. The villagers asked, "Yang Deli, isn't this Jia Ping'an's bookcase? What are you doing in the past? "

Yang Deli is not a broom star, and the villagers don’t have that taboo, so he whispered: “Peace is not going to study anymore, why keep it? It’s time to do it.”

Seeing that he was happy, the villager nodded and said, "He used to study and studied hard, and he spent all his family's money and food, and had no use at all. If you do it, you can farm with peace of mind in the future."

Thinking of Jia Ping'an's future life, the villager couldn't help but sigh: "It's just that he is a broom star farmer... he is afraid that the crops in the fields will not grow!"

Yang Deli was speechless, but for some reason he felt that this was very reasonable.

He went to the city to take the books, and when he got home, he gave the money clearly.

"Ping An, our life will be much better this year."

With this money and the harvest from the fields, this year has been a good year.

"Cousin, buy ten kilograms of beans." Jia Ping'an said his request calmly.

He is now a broom star, and it is impossible for the people in the village to sell him things, so he can only let Yang Deli take action.

"Buy beans?" said Yang Deli, "Ping An, our family doesn't grow beans."

"I want to make something." Jia Ping'an couldn't live such a day in the Jia family. He had to improve his life before he could think about other things.

Yang Deli wanted to speak but stopped, feeling that his cousin had changed since he was buried alive.

Buy it.

He went to the village to find someone and bought ten kilograms of beans. The villagers asked him what to buy for, but he just smiled bitterly.

"The broom star is making trouble again." Someone sighed and said, "When did he commit suicide, the village will hold a banquet to celebrate."

The news reached the village chief Yang Zhongshun. His wife was lying on the bed when she was sick, so he said angrily: "This is doing his own money! Don't worry about him."

His wife Zhao said gasping, "Husband, I am probably seriously ill. When I heard the broom star... I am a little scared!"

Yang Zhongshun said, "Don't be afraid. If he dares to come, he will kill him for his husband. He just let those people not hide from ghosts and go home to hide when they see him going out."

Zhao nodded, "Jia Ping'an has been in the village for more than ten years. If he wanted to kill anyone, he would have defeated him long ago. How could he wait until now?"

Then the words were heard, and the villagers thought about it, but the timid ones still said that if Jia Ping'an went out, his family would not go out.

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Soaked beans overnight. Jia Ping'an, who woke up in the early morning, yawned and treated Yang Deli as a donkey.

While pushing the mill, Yang Deli watched as his cousin poured the soaked beans into the mill's eyes, and the white slurry flowed out of the hole.

This is my first pot of gold!

Jia Ping'an couldn't help but feel very happy.

Some people say that tofu was invented by Liu An, the king of Huainan in the Han Dynasty, but as a researcher of the history of the Tang and Song dynasties, Jia Ping'an did not find any records of tofu during the prosperous Tang Dynasty. Then he asked his cousin Yang Deli obscurely, and when he learned that the artifact of tofu was not available at this time, he was excited.

This is what I, Mr. Jia, get rich!

Yang Deli felt that his cousin was a little excited, but he was not easy to ask.

Filter the soy milk and then boil it. Seeing that he was excited, Yang Deli quietly retreated and squatted outside and cried.

"Auntie! Ping An is still stupid."

Jia Ping'an inside is decorating the pulp.

In this era, gypsum was a medicinal material. It was used to desiccate the slurry and then pour it into soy milk.

Seeing the bean flowers gradually appear, Jia Ping'an couldn't help but whistle to the sky.

In his previous life, he had a neighbor who made tofu. He pressed tofu in the corridor every day, and the bean smell was very strong. He also occasionally helped him and learned the skills of making tofu while chatting and laughing.

Lay a layer of cloth into the prepared wooden box in advance, then put the tofu into it, wrap it up, add a wooden lid, and finally press it with stones.

This is to squeeze excess water to make the tofu mold.

Youngley cried for a while before going to cook.

The so-called rice is two bowls of wheat rice, with the same vegetables.

Jia Ping'an just took a bite of wheat rice and felt it was difficult to swallow.

This wheat rice is made of wheat grains and skins, which is so rough that Jia Ping'an feels like gravel.

Yang Deli was sweating all over his head and felt very refreshed, as if he was eating something delicious.

Jia Ping'an couldn't eat it anymore, so he put down the rest. Yang Deli said in surprise, "Ping'an, you are... you used to eat two big bowls."

Jia Ping'an laughed dryly, "I don't have an appetite today."

Although he was not a rich man in his previous life, he was at least half a gourmet, so how could he eat such food?

Yang Deli slapped his head, "I forgot to make soup, your favorite soup in the past, you wait."

He went into the kitchen again and later held a bowl of soup, looking like he offered treasures, "No wonder you have no appetite today, just don't have this soup."

This bowl of soup looks gray-black, without any oily and fishy, ​​and there are some mixed ingredients inside.

What kind of soup is this?

Jia Ping'an frowned a little, and Yang Deli smiled and said, "You didn't want to eat without this soup before. You were hit hard on your nose and forgot about dizziness. Eat quickly."

The original body didn’t want to eat without this soup, which shows that the taste was very good.

There is no soup spoon, just drink it with a bowl.

With just one mouthful, Jia Ping'an almost vomited.

It's fine if it gets sour, but what does that smell of sour mean?

He retching for a moment, and Yang Deli looked up concerned and said, "But you don't even want to eat this? You must be sick."

"I'm not sick." Jia Ping'an looked at the strange soup with a silly feeling that it was really not easy for these cousins ​​to survive until now.

He finished the soup with difficulty, and burped, and felt like he wanted to ascend.

Yang Deli asked proudly: "Is it delicious?"

Jia Ping'an endured the desire to vomit and said with a forced smile: "Delicious."

He can't live this day for a day!

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