Madam Yang wanted to speak several times, but under Wu Ji's domineering eyes, she finally didn't say anything. She held the bowl and drank the vegetable soup. She drank very carefully, afraid of making a sound.

Wu Ji picked up the bowl and took a sip. After the hot vegetable soup fell, the stomach felt hot and the feeling of hunger increased greatly. If possible, Wu Ji would like to eat a cow.

After drinking the soup, although I was so hungry that I felt much more comfortable, my body became warmer and I had a little more strength.

The ancients said: Grains support people, this is true!

Wu Ji put down the bowl, and Madam Yang stood up quickly and rushed to clean up the bowl. Seeing Madam Yang busy, Wu Ji really blamed himself. He was a big man and had such a bad body that he could not get in the way.

"Huun, Huun, Huun..." Wu Ji wanted to call Yang Niangzi's husband's family, but he always felt that this was too difficult to say, and it was far better to call his wife Shunliu. After being so stupid, he didn't call him out after several times.

When I thought about it, if I gave Madam Yang a name, it would be easier to call it. I pondered and said, "You are pure and beautiful, so you are called Xiu. If you are smart and smart, then you are called Xiu Xiu. Your future name will be Yang Xiu Xiu."

"Ah!" Yang Xiuxiu was surprised. Her small mouth opened her big. After a long time, she jumped up regardless of her image: "I have a name! I have a name!"

After talking about it, his eyes turned red, and he even shed tears, and kept saying: "Thank you Wulang! Thank you Wulang!"

Wu Ji originally gave her a name for the convenience of the two of them. Unexpectedly, Yang Xiuxiu's reaction was so intense, it was a big surprise. Suddenly, she remembered that ordinary women in the Song Dynasty had no names, and their names were surnames, plus rankings, if they got married, they would be a certain lady. This is how Sun Erniang in "Water Margin", came from.

If there is no marriage, it will be called a certain little lady.

In the Song Dynasty, women who had names were very rare, which was a rare honor. Even Liang Hongyu had no name. Her name was given by later generations. In the records of "History of the Song Dynasty", she was only called "Liang Family".

It would be a very honorable thing to have a name. Therefore, Wu Ji named Yang Xiuxiu and Yang Xiuxiu was so excited. This was definitely one of the most exciting moments in her life.

As a result, Yang Xiuxiu suddenly became more energetic and washed the pots and dishes much faster, as if she had four more hands. She finished it in just one breath.

Yang Xiuxiu wiped her hands, held some firewood, piled it in the fire, and raised the fire to a prosperous place. She helped Wu Ji sit down, and repeatedly told Wu Ji not to go out and not to freeze it. She herself took a hatchet and a rope to fetch firewood.

Wu Ji was the only one left in the house, lonely, lonely and bored. After a fire broke out, the mountain wind blew, it was very cold. With Wu Ji's small body, it was really not easy to resist. Finally, I understood why Yang Xiuxiu repeatedly told him not to leave the house, which was a good intention.

"It's malnutrition! You have to find a way to improve your life and keep your body well!" Wu Ji took a few steps, feeling a little breathless, and couldn't help but feel very sorry. This family is too poor and cannot keep up with the nutrition, so they have such a poor body.

For Wu Ji, improving his life is an urgent task, but it can only be a good wish. He has no strength and no capital now. It is not easy to be poor and useless.

This is a small mountain village called Wujiazhuang. Most of the people in the village were surnamed Wu. Even if they did not have surnames Wu, they were related to the Wu family. There were a total of about fifty households and two hundred people.

Most families were thatched huts, with only a few tiled houses. In the Song Dynasty, tiled houses were a symbol of status, and only wealthy families could live in tiled houses. Even so, those thatched huts were much better than Wu Ji's home, at least larger and more spacious.

After looking at the village for a while, Wu Ji looked into the distance and saw the rolling mountains. This was a small mountain village in the mountains, surrounded by mountains. If you rely on the mountains to eat the mountains, you will never be so poor.

The leaves are withered and yellow, and it is the time for wild animals to gain weight. This is the season for hunting. Every time you catch a prey, the harvest is much higher than other days.

"If I have the strength, I will definitely go into the mountains to hunt and improve my life. Not to mention anything else, installing a few rope covers can also trap a lot of prey!" Wu Ji thought very much, but where did he get the strength?

I was panting for a few steps. Can I go to the mountains to hunt?

"Huhh!"

When the mountain wind blew, Wu Ji felt cold and hurried back to the house to shrink. Although the thatched hut was windy and rainy, it was better. When he returned to the house, he felt much better.

When I returned to the fire and sat, I fell asleep in a daze. I don’t know how long it took, but I found someone by my side. When I opened my eyes, I saw Yang Xiuxiu taking another torn dress and putting it on him.

"It's dark?" Wu Ji rubbed his eyes and looked at it. He saw that the sky was dark and he was sleeping so hard. His body was so bad that he was really sleepy. Wu Ji summarized the whole story.

"Just black!" Yang Xiuxiu was afraid that Wu Ji would think too much, so she tried to comfort him in a different way.

Yang Xiuxiu put her clothes on Wu Ji, busy holding firewood, and wanted to raise fire again. Wu Ji knew that she had worked hard to collect firewood, so he hurriedly stopped her: "I have been sitting for a long time and have to walk around. Don't raise fire first, and raise it when I want to sit."

"Wu Lang, you walk around, I will rise up first and prepare." Yang Xiuxiu's meticulous care increased the fire to the point of prosperity.

Wu Ji has been sitting for too long, and his legs are a little numb. He really has to walk around and move around to make his body more active. Yang Xiuxiu was worried and stayed by his side.

The room was so big that he walked for a while and had nowhere to go. He came to the room where the miscellaneous items were piled up. This was a small room with farm tools and firewood.

What attracted Wu Ji's attention the most was that there were saltpeter and sulfur. Wu Ji was a little surprised: "What's the use?"

"The doctor from Cao City said that this can cure the disease." Yang Xiuxiu was busy explaining.

"Can you cure the disease? Oh, it seems that it is OK. But it's not a big deal with my illness, right? It's obviously a malnutrition and lack of exercise. If saltpeter and sulfur can be cured, it will be a ghost." Wu Ji felt something and complained: "No wonder the angels in white are so unscrupulous. It turns out that their ancestors are so good at cheating people!"

Wu Ji took the saltpeter and saw that it was not natural saltpeter, but was made. Although the craftsmanship was rough and there were a lot of impurities, it was very good to have such achievements in the Song Dynasty.

Look at sulfur again, the same is true. Wu Ji grabbed a little sulfur, came to the fire, threw it into the fire, made a hissing sound, burning very quickly, and the quality was actually good.

"Saltpeter, sulfur, and charcoal can be used as gunpowder. If you can have tools and create guns, you can hunt. If that is the case, you will definitely gain a lot of harvest in this hunting." Wu Ji couldn't help but feel a little imaginative.

The problem is that the Song Dynasty could not have tools such as lathes necessary to make firearms, so these firearms are too luxurious. There is no problem in creating a gun like Ouben Qingtou. The problem is that the thing can only be powerful at a very close distance. If the distance is a little far, it will be insufficient and cannot kill people at all, let alone a wild beast with thick skin and thick flesh.

Wu Ji shook his head and laughed at himself. He wanted to improve his life too much.

After a while of activity, Wu Ji was a little cold. He went back to the fire to sit down and continued to keep warm and dozing off. Yang Xiuxiu went to make dinner.

This supper is different from the daytime. It is porridge made with brown rice. Yang Xiuxiu brought it to Wu Ji, but she ate wild vegetable soup. Wu Ji was unwilling to eat alone, so as the head of the family, forced Yang Xiuxiu to share brown rice porridge with him.

After dinner, Yang Xiuxiu used the fire to do needlework. She was very skilled in threading needlework and made very good things. Yang Xiuxiu is a famous needle girl in the village. Her needlework is highly praised by the villagers. If there is needlework, she will be asked for her. Correspondingly, the villagers will give her some things, such as food, meat, etc.

Wu Ji was really bored and could only pass the time by watching the young girl under the lamp. Until her eyelids were fighting, she had to climb onto the bed and go to bed.

I don’t know how long it took, but Wu Ji felt in a daze that there was one more person around him. He turned over and hugged the petite person in his arms. Yang Xiuxiu froze and shook a little, but she didn’t resist.

Smelling the fragrance of Yang Xiuxiu, Wu Ji was a little distracted and kept saying in his heart that this is a young girl, and she had to raise her for several years to eat. The more she thought about it, the more she felt unbearable.

My mind is pretty good, but Wu Ji sadly discovered that the hard part was soft, as soft as noodles!

Wu Ji thought guiltily: Is this caused by malnutrition or congenital insufficiency?
Chapter completed!