It's hard to find a little shelter from the wind and rain in the city of Tokyo!

Everything here is a thing of the Lord.

Even if it was a half-dead branch that accidentally fell outside the courtyard wall, as long as Wang Rouhua went to get it, someone would immediately come out to stop it.

Viciously snatched the dead branch from her hand, then rolled his eyes and left.

Everything costs money!

Wang Rouhua wandered around the market for a long time, but in the end she returned in vain, and she couldn't find a job to sew and mend the pulp and wash.

I bought two more cookcakes to satisfy my hunger.

When I bought it yesterday, it only cost two pennies, but today I need three coppers to get two cookcakes from the same guy.

When Wang Rouhua woke up in the morning, she stuffed all the copper coins into the small hole, and finally gritted her teeth and stuffed the little fox into it to watch, and then carried her son to the market to find a way to live.

When passing by the market, Wang Rouhua almost ran away, she had never seen people like animals being broken open to look at their teeth, and then determined their age to buy.

Many young women, dressed in only a tulle, stood in a tent and let the bustard's head or pot-bellied man come in and choose.

Wang Rouhua knew a long time ago that human trafficking in the Great Song Dynasty would be investigated by the officials, but there seemed to be no official mission here.

Remembering that she was almost beheaded last night when she just leaned on the corner for a while, Wang Rouhua looked down on those guys in official clothes from the bottom of her heart.

Passing by a shroud shop, Wang Rouhua's tears couldn't help but flow, there was nowhere to find Brother Qi's body, and he couldn't let him become a lonely ghost no matter what.

After coming out of the shroud shop, Wang Rouhua held a stack of white linen cloth in her arms, and she inserted a white silk flower in her hair, which was regarded as keeping filial piety for the seventh brother.

Tie Xinyuan had a white filial piety hat on the door of his head, which his mother hastily sewed in the shroud shop, and she wanted to let Seventh Brother know that even if he died, someone would miss him.

The white cloth is a fine white cloth, and the price is naturally not cheap, Wang Rou didn't frown when she spent thirty yuan to buy these things, and she didn't even have the usual bargaining process, which made Tie Xinyuan's satisfaction with this mother rise to a new height.

The bustling city of Tokyo is nothing to Tetsushingen, and the only thing that can be praised is the antique buildings that look like they are all about.

It is very different from the appearance in "The Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival", probably because Zhang Zeduan deliberately did not paint some dilapidated sheds, dirty beggars, and garbage everywhere when he painted.

The ground is full of potholes, the emperor went out to patrol yesterday, and the loess mat road is a must, so some traces of loess can be seen on the ground.

It's just that there is very little loess, and when Tie Xinyuan saw an old man sweeping away the loess on the street, he understood why there was so little loess on the ground.

There are many people in the city of Tokyo, and everything will become expensive, and there is nothing useless in their eyes.

The food from the street to the end of the street has no attraction to Tie Xinyuan, and swarms of flies lie on it to multiply, just this one, which makes Tie Xinyuan completely break the idea of not eating milk anymore, except for breast milk, he feels that it is difficult for him to live to the day when he can marry a wife and honor his mother.

After buying some grain and an iron pot, Wang Rouhua bought a small piece of osmanthus cake, carefully wrapped it in a handkerchief, and prepared to go back and chew it and feed it to her son......

Wang Rouhua had her son hanging on her chest, an iron pot in her hand, and a small bag of grain on her back. The four bamboo poles she bought were caught under her ribs and rushed home in a hurry, and she was always worried about the money that she had hidden.

When she returned to the foot of the imperial city, she exhaled a sigh of relief, the avenue ten steps away from the imperial city was full of people, but there was no one at the foot of the imperial city, not even wild dogs and the like.

Also, there are heavily armed guards standing on the walls of the imperial city, and there is even a big bow and arrow in the corner of the wall that is set up on a shelf, and his own home is in the corner of the wall.

The arrows on the big bow were the size of eggs, and the sharp arrows reflected the cold light in the sun, and at a glance it was clear that it was a sharp weapon for killing.

tremblingly walked to the corner, those guards seemed to know themselves, but they just stared at them, and did not shoot themselves with the big bow and arrow, Wang Rouhua walked to the corner, and only after did she determine that this corner really belonged to her mother and son from now on.

The little fox screamed, aggrievedly through the iron bar at the door of the small hole, Wang Rouhua just glanced at the little fox, put her son in the bathtub, broke a little cake and put it at the mouth of the hole, as for the water, there is it in the small hole.

At this time, the sun has already risen, and once the big sun in May is free from the fetters of dark clouds, it sprays its own heat without any scruples, and it does not take much effort to vaporize the water vapor in the city of Tokyo, and it is as if you are in a steamer without moving.

The Imperial City is high and dry, and the wind blowing from the direction of Xiangguo Temple still carries the aftermath of the morning bell, which is the monks praying for the souls of the dead, hoping that this distant bell will take their souls to heaven. Wang Rouhua knelt on the ground and folded her hands, praying heartily for her seventh brother, hoping that his next life would not be so bitter, and also blessed Yuan'er to grow up safely and without illness and disaster. The bamboo pole carrying the oilcloth became a simple shed, which was the shelter of their mother and son. Wang Rouhua is very satisfied with the current situation, because she has seen those people who have been trafficked, she feels that her life is not bad now, it would be great if she could find a clan to live with, Liugong's knowledge is very good, and she will definitely be able to teach Yuan'er...... The days went by. Every day Wang Rouhua went out and brought back a little building materials, so the simple shed slowly had a real roof, and the walls on both sides gradually appeared, which Wang Rouhua found after the wheat grass was pasted with mud. If you can't build a real house when the autumn wind rises, your mother and son will still not be able to survive this cold winter, and the summer heat in Tokyo City will be unbearable, and the winter will also become ice and snow. Because she lives on the edge of the imperial city, no craftsman dares to come to the Tie family to help build a house, Wang Rouhua knows this, but she attaches more importance to the safety of herself and her children, a pair of orphans and widows who have no clansmen and husbands to shelter, it is not ordinary difficult to survive in the Great Song Dynasty. There have been a lot of dead people in the city lately, and there is a constant stream of boats carrying corpses in the waterways, and I heard that there is a plague in the city...... The dead are naturally gone, but the living are extremely eager for the moment when the autumn wind blows, only after the cold winter comes, God will not continue to accept people, and the living can live safely until next year. When the rich and noble families saw that the flood waters had receded, they walked out of the city of Tokyo, and they knew better than the poor that there were more people and more diseases. Wang Rouhua gritted her teeth and insisted, she was not going to inquire about where her clansmen were before her home was built, but she still spent 500 Wen to get through the clerk's office in Kaifeng County, and moved her and her son's household registration from Xiangfu County, which is also Fukuo County, to Kaifeng County, so that she is a real Tokyo city person. The firewood salary distributed by the official family in the winter also has a share of their own, although it is only 30 yuan a year, he and his son have to live a lifetime in Tokyo City, and 500 yuan is not wronged! In fact, Wang Rouhua has a more far-reaching idea, once her children begin to read and write, the county school in Kaifeng County is undoubtedly the best in the whole Song Dynasty. Everything was fine. The only trouble is that Yuan'er refuses to eat real food, except for breast milk, he doesn't touch those foods at all, whether it is sweet osmanthus cake or boiled golden millet porridge, Yuan'er doesn't touch it, which makes her very embarrassed. If Yuan'er doesn't eat, how can he grow into a man? Fortunately, Yuan'er is extremely sensible, as long as he is full every day, he doesn't cry or make trouble, and once again he fell to the ground and his forehead was out of a big bag, and the child was deflated, and he stretched out his hand to hug himself. This is all God's mercy, pity him without his father's protection, so let him be early and ...... "Yuan'er, osmanthus cake can't be fed to foxes." Seeing that her son was about to stuff a piece of osmanthus cake into the fox's mouth, Wang Rouhua snatched it over, but it was still a little late, and the osmanthus cake was taken from the fox's mouth. Wang Rouhua sighed and stuffed the osmanthus cake back into the mouth of the fox that was calling around her. Tie Xinyuan's hand was stuffed into a bucket again, and Wang Rouhua pulled her son's hand out of the bucket again. This kid likes to make trouble for himself, especially the bucket, sometimes he will knock over the bucket, even if he falls. He can now crawl with his head held high, and he can even stand up with something clutched. Wang Rouhua looked at the water in the bucket that had been soiled, remembering that her son never touched hot water, and sometimes she wanted to give this naughty child a small lesson, so she deliberately put the hot boiling water aside, and when her son went to touch it, she would drop a little hot water on his little hand to teach him a lesson, so as to get rid of this bad habit of playing with water. However, as long as the boy saw that the water was boiling, he would never touch it, even if the hot water was placed in front of him. Wang Rouhua suddenly looked at her son and said, "Son, do you dislike that this water is not clean?" Tie Xinyuan laughed rattling, and put his wet hands on his mother's face, and arched his head on his mother's chest to play with her.

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