"I think this little girl named Hongshi is pretty good. If she can marry her, she will be beautiful."

Luo Qi is about the same age as Luo Feng, only a little over half a month later. Although he has just passed the sixteenth year before he has entered the ranks of middle-aged men, for the precocious young man, this age is already at the age of being a relative marriage, and even in some families with good conditions, the man started to talk about hiding when he was over the fifteenth year of age.

"What's the good thing? She is thin and thin like a firewood stick. She can't take a bucket and can't beat the firewood. It's a young man who looks like a young man in the future. Besides, this Red Line Xiao Niang is the personal maid of the county magistrate's daughter, and must be a lowly slave. My Sui law stipulates that good people are not married. Good people are not allowed to marry bad girls, otherwise they will have to be beaten first and then slaughter. Don't you know?" Uncle Luo San raised his hand and knocked two thunderous sterns on Xiao Qi's head, and said with dissatisfaction.

There were many slaves in the Great Sui Dynasty, and slaves were listed as lowly in their household registration. The law also stipulated that good people were not allowed to marry lowly women, otherwise they would have to be beaten and go to labor reform and were sentenced to invalidate marriage.

Good people don’t marry, so it’s a very strict red line. Even ordinary villagers cannot afford to marry their wives, they cannot marry a slutty slave.

It's not good to look good either.

Moreover, according to Uncle Luo San's perspective, this red-line girl has a slightly better face, but her body is too weak, so a woman cannot work and is even more difficult to have children. This is not the standard of a good wife.

"Our county magistrate's daughter is quite generous. I actually gave these golden leaves Xiaowu. I guess it would be worth twenty thousand yuan. Xiaowu made a fortune." Compared to the county magistrate's daughter's daughter, the third uncle is more interested in the golden leaves given to Luo Wu by the county magistrate's daughter.

Luo Feng followed everyone into Zhangqiu County. When he first saw this county town, he was a little disappointed. He said it was a county town, but it was actually very small. Even the city walls were made of earth, and there was no tall city gate building. From a distance, it looked like a large soil surrounding it, but from a close distance it looked like a gate of a farmhouse.

This is actually a very young county town.

During the Han Dynasty, the central part of Zhangqiu County was Yangqiu County, the northern part was Suan County, the southern part was Tugu County, Houyang Qiu, and the southern part were Tuyang County. By the Wei and Jin Dynasties, Dongchaoyang County was also belonged to Le'an Kingdom. Then, during the Liu Song Dynasty, Dongchaoyang County was changed to Chaoyang County, which belonged to Qi County.

The Northern Qi Dynasty abolished Chaoyang and established Gaotang County, and was under the jurisdiction of Huijun Town. In the seventh year of Tianbao in the Northern Qi Dynasty, the city was moved to Zhangqiu Mountain in the south to build a city.

In the 16th year of Kaihuang in the Sui Dynasty, there was also Gaotang in Bozhou, which was changed to Zhangqiu County, and the name of Beishan was named County.

Therefore, it took only fifty or sixty years from the time of the Northern Qi Dynasty to the construction of the city, and the name of Zhangqiu only lasted ten years.

Zhangqiu County borders the North China Plain and is located on the northern foot of the Taiyi Mountains. The mountainous areas, hills and plains each account for one-third.

Typically, the land is narrow and the people are wide, but the county town is very small.

It was already dark when I entered the city, the gates were closed and someone guarded them.

The arrival of the large group of people made the city a mess. It took a long time to check and confirm the identity and then open the city gate to greet it.

"It's getting late. Zhang Jun asked you to rest in the county for a night. Tomorrow, I will deal with the blue-faced ghost in public and give you rewards for your merits."

A entourage from the county magistrate came to inform them and personally placed them in a warehouse in the county for rest.

After traveling for several days, and today I encountered bandits and attacked thieves halfway through today, Luo Feng and the others were tired, so they had no objection to the county magistrate’s arrangements.

The place arranged by the magistrate Zhang County was good, with beds and shops, and people also brought food. Not only were there soup cakes made with white flour, but also a few dishes, and a pot of wine was sent. Uncle San and Xiaoqi were very excited.

Originally, the county magistrate asked Qin Qiong and Luo Feng to go to the yamen to attend the banquet, saying that they were asking them to accompany Zhang Junzhu, but Qin Qiong refused, so Luo Feng refused.

Although he admired Zhang Xutuo in his heart, his identity difference was too great after all. He was the chief of a county, and he was just a boy who had just grown hair. Even if he went there, he would probably be with him. He couldn't even say a word, so he was too lazy to go there.

Qin Qiong is a very arrogant person. Although the Qin family has declined a lot since the Northern Qi Dynasty, especially since his father's death, the Qin family in Licheng has been getting worse day by day, but no matter how thin camels are bigger than horses.

The Qin family in Licheng is also considered a local tyrant, and they are even famous local gentry families. Luo Feng and others are authentic mud-legged farmer houses, especially except for the third uncle, the others are all half-baby boys with unfinished hair.

But Qin Qiong still declined the county magistrate's arrangement and offered to squeeze in the warehouse with Luo Feng and the others.

With the dim oil lamp, everyone was holding a large pottery bowl and eating soup cakes happily.

The so-called soup cake is actually boiled noodles, but the Sui people like to call pasta various cakes, such as noodles called soup cakes, steamed buns called steamed cakes, and there are also sesame cakes, pancakes, etc.

The soup cakes they eat today are also called ramen. After kneading the dough, they put their hands on the soup and cook them without using a knife.

In Luo Feng's opinion, isn't this just ramen, or hand-rolled noodle soup?

The big pottery bowl can hold at least two or three pounds, one-third of which is not supplemented, and two-thirds are soup. After eating a few bites, he felt that the noodles were cooked in lamb oil and sprinkled with some green chopped green onion.

When you are hungry and hungry, you can eat so much and steamy that you can't help but eat.

Although there is some regret that there is no red oil or spicy noodles, and no meat sauce, it is indeed very satisfying to the stomach.

Uncle Luo San and his friends were even more like hungry ghosts reincarnated. Such a large pottery bowl, even the soup and water, had to be more than three pounds, but they finished it in just a few breaths.

Qin Qiong also has a lot of appetite and is also very fast.

However, Luo Feng looked too gentle, but the end of Swen was that when he was still eating noodles, the dishes were wiped out by them. When he finished eating noodles, there were only a few dishes left, which made him smile helplessly.

"The wine and food are really good. I haven't eaten so well in a long time." Uncle San, who had enough food and drink, patted his belly and recalled, "I remember a few years ago, when the emperor had just ascended the throne that year, Xiaowu's father and I were summoned by the county to transport a batch of tributes to Chang'an. After the service, we gave a meal of wine and meat, which was very rich...."

"What did you eat?" Xiaojiu's eyes shined, as if everything about eating always attracted this tall and thin boy.

On the other side, Luo Feng and Qin Qiong were holding half a bowl of wine and leaning against the straw bunk, drinking and chatting.

Qin Qiong talked to Luo Feng about his experiences in the army, while Luo Feng tried hard to recall his body's past life, farming, making irons, and helping the landlord's house. Life seemed to be just a simple repetition, day after day, year after year, until now he appeared.
Chapter completed!