The Little Officials of the Song Dynasty

Chapter 2: Hello, Bianliang

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It was only later that Yun Yanhui learned that the Salesian Village where they lived at that time was a charity run by local businessmen and women. If the poor could not support their children, they would drown or abandon them. The Salesian Village specially adopted such children and hired them to be healthy of women breastfeeding and caring.

After Yun Yan returned to her current mother, who was the lady Zheng who was told by the fat woman, she went to work there after giving birth.

But now, due to the failure of the business, the owner had to cash out the house and land, and also went to another place. Mrs. Zheng was unemployed, and after paying off her wages, it was announced that the place would change hands in half a month.

What's even worse is the children in the Salesian Village. There are twenty or thirty children here, and the owner is too busy to take care of themselves, not to mention them.

Yun Yanhui, a child who lives in other courtyards, doesn't know, but the nine children who live with him have either been adopted or gone to rich families as servants.

As for the ones left with nowhere to go, it was the girl who cared about Yun Yanhui before and the baby boy she was holding. One was five years old and the other was five months old, and they would fall on the ground while walking.

Although Mrs. Zheng lives and eats in her workplace, she actually has a home of her own, and the situation that Yun Yanhui imagined to be living on the streets did not happen.

When Mrs. Zheng packed up the little salutes and returned with Yunyan in her arms, the little girl held the baby boy and stood behind the door and looked at them with tears.

In the past few days, when Yunyan heard Mrs. Zheng calling them two, she knew that the girl was called Shuangyi, and the boy didn't have a big name, so they all called him Xiaobao. Speaking of which, even this name is only used by Salesianzhuang. When there is the youngest child, Xiaobao becomes that child.

Yun Yan leaned back on Madam Zheng's shoulder and stared at her, feeling uneasy. They only got along for a few days, but as a person with an adult soul, he really couldn't bear it.

However, he has an incomplete understanding of the world and is incompetent, so even if he thinks of the Virgin, he has nowhere to go.

Zheng Ping walked a few steps, tears streaming down her face, looked back at them, looked at them again, and finally hugged Yunyan back and cried.

At this time, Shuang Yi ran over with Xiao Bao, hugged Mrs. Zheng and squeezed into her arms.

Shuang Yi burst into tears, "Mother, mother!"

Yun Yanhui was also a little sad, probably in the eyes of this child, although she had never called her, Mrs. Zheng, who had been taking care of them, was no different from her mother.

Madam Zheng hugged them and cried, and with the last tear, she said firmly, "Follow my mother!"

Yun Yanhui was squeezed out of sweat first, and then she was blinded by Madam Zheng's brilliance.

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Mrs. Zheng's original work unit, Salesian Village, was located in the urban-rural junction. They took a ox cart and walked for about 40 minutes before they saw the city.

Mrs. Zheng felt very surprised, Yan'er was the most squeamish one on weekdays, but today she is surprisingly sensible. She wanted to hold Xiaobao, so Yan'er walked with Shuangyi, but she didn't even shout when she was tired. Maybe it's because of the difference.

Mrs. Zheng didn't know that Yun Yanhui carried the camera every day to go out for interviews in modern times, and she had no time to spare on weekends. Whether it was going to the mountains or the countryside or large-scale events in the city, it was no problem to run for one day.

Although his body has become smaller and his physical strength is insufficient, his will is much stronger than that of ordinary children, and he will not cry.

The past few days made Yun Yan think that he was in a very poor era, but when they entered the city, he realized that this era is not only not poor, but also very rich!

Cities are densely populated, and may not be comparable to modern cities, but at least everyone is well-dressed, and the world is not as gray as imagined, and even very colorful.

The city is full of Luo Qi, and countless wine flags are swaggering.

This is a very rich era!

Yun Yanhui even saw foreign businessmen doing business on the street, and the businessmen of their own countries were dressed in gorgeous clothes. According to Yun Yanhui's historical knowledge, he judged that this time was at least the Song Dynasty, otherwise the status of businessmen would not be so high.

Words such as "Tokyo" and "Bianliang" that he heard from passersby confirmed his idea. This is the capital of Song Dynasty, Bianliang.

In an instant, the picture in front of him corresponds to the famous painting "Across the River During Qingming Festival" in memory. Everything in the ancient painting comes alive, and the surrounding scenes are also integrated into the picture, making Yun Yanhui inexplicably excited.

It is his bad luck and his luck that he wants to travel through this. There are several people in this world who can witness the real capital of Song Dynasty across thousands of years.

Yunyan stared at everything in the street market, although according to the law of time-travel, it is basically impossible to reverse the situation, but he couldn't help but like he was about to leave immediately, desperately admiring this ancient place for him. A brand new city.

It's not unusual for Yun Yan to return to this way. No one on the street will take a second look, because Shuangyi is like him, and many outsiders who come to Bianliang for the first time are like this, and they are amazed at this prosperous capital.

Mrs. Zheng took them all the way to the vicinity of the Kaifeng Mansion. Thanks to Mrs. Zheng who introduced the children all the way, she pointed to a place and told them that it was the back wall of the Kaifeng Mansion, and then turned around and said, "Our family" right here.

Yun Yanhui was shocked again. He had traveled to Kaifeng, Henan before. You must know that Kaifeng Mansion is called Nanya because it is to the south of the palace, so Mrs. Zheng’s house is not too far from the palace!

Yun Yanhui's mood suddenly became brighter. Our family has a house in the third ring road of the capital. Who am I afraid of

Although the empty house is not big, it is neat and tidy. Maybe the family used to be in a good condition. There is also a small courtyard surrounded by fences. There are also many furniture. Much better.

- Of course, listening to Mrs. Zheng's conversations with others, Salesian Village was not like this before. It was only when the owner's business declined until it was closed.

But Yun Yanhui thought it was a little strange. It stands to reason that in ancient times, a large family lived together. No matter how bad it was, he should have a "father", right? Or do the rest of the family live in the unit like Mrs. Zheng did before

While Yun Yan was thinking about it, Mrs. Zheng was not in a hurry to clean up. Instead, she rested for a while and let the children sit on the bed. She herself took out a pen, ink, paper and inkstone from the closet and began to write a letter.

Yun Yanhui sneaked up to Mrs. Zheng's side pretending to be casual, and picked her up to read the letter. Mrs. Zheng really didn't care, she never imagined that he could recognize words.

Mrs. Zheng's words can only be regarded as neat, but thinking about the status of women in ancient times, especially the fact that most of the commoners were illiterate, you know that this is already very important, and it also proves that their family was in a good situation before.

As for the content of the letter, it was written to Mrs. Zheng's husband, the father of "Yun Yanhui". Judging from the letter, Mrs. Zheng's husband had not been heard from for more than two years after she left for no apparent reason. No wonder she was able to bring the child back by herself.

In ancient times, the mountains were high and the road was long and communication was not easy. There was no response to the letters sent by Mrs. Zheng, and no one knew what happened to her husband, but she did not give up writing letters.

In modern times, Yun Yanhui rarely got along with his parents as a teenager, and his later parents died early. He never knew how his name came from. But here, he understood the meaning of the same name as himself, which pinned Madam Zheng's expectations.

Maybe one day, Hongyan, who took away the letters one by one, will come back and send back the news of the person she was waiting for.

At the end of the letter, Mrs. Zheng signed the letter, one word: Ping.

Yun Yan thought back, it seems that this is Lady Zheng's boudoir name, Zheng Ping. Because Yun Yanhui was about the same age as Zheng Ping before the time traveled, so he had already called her by name in his heart.

After Zheng Ping finished writing the letter, everyone was relieved. She got up and took the children and went to the next door to knock on the door. The person who answered the door was a woman in her mid-thirties. When she saw Zheng Ping, she had a pitiful expression on her face, saying that she had heard about the Salesian Village.

Zheng Ping called her Sanjie Hu and asked her children to call her Sanshen. Thanks to her for helping to look at the house while she was away, and introduced them again, and brought back two orphans by herself.

Hu Sanniang whispered to Zheng Ping, "The girl can stay and take care of your Yaner, but the boy should find someone to send it out as soon as possible."

"Thank you third sister, I will look into it." Zheng Ping didn't express her thoughts clearly. After thanking her, she explained that she had just returned and had nothing to do, so she wanted to borrow some firewood.

After borrowing something from Hu Sanniang, Zheng Ping went back to cook, eating well before worrying about it.

When she was in Salesian Village, Zheng Ping also adopted the method of asking the older children to take care of the younger ones because of the large number of children, so she was very relieved to let Shuang Yi take care of the two younger brothers first.

Yun Yanhui sat obediently, originally there was no need for Shuangyi to worry, Xiaobao was also sleeping, but Shuangyi came over and asked Yun Yanhui hesitantly: "Brother Yan, let me ask you something..."

Yun Yan looked at her blankly.

Shuang Yi asked, "Do you like me?"

Yun Yanhui didn't think much of it, and answered very innocently, "I like it."

From the looks of these days, this young lady treats her younger siblings very well, loves her brothers and sisters, and cares about their elders. She can be called a gentle and virtuous little beauty in ancient times.

Shuang Yi, this little crying bag, started to cry again, tears streaming down her face.

Yunyan replied: "..."

what has he done

Shuang Yi snapped and said, "I, I don't want to be Yan Ge'er's daughter-in-law, Yan Ge'er, I'll be your sister, okay? You, please ask Xiaobao to be your daughter-in-law... We can both stay."

Yunyan replied: "..."

Yun Yan glanced back at Xiao Jiji, who was innocent and innocent, and was speechless for a while.

Then Yun Yan thought back and remembered that Hu Sanniang seemed to have said to Zheng Ping that she could leave Shuangyi to take care of him.

He swears that he didn't even think of the meaning of that sentence in the Song Dynasty, even the child knew it, he himself didn't mean that! It turned out to be calling Shuang Yi to be his... Tong bride

Shuangyi's naive words made Yun Yanhui want to comfort her very much, but considering that other children of this age in the Salesian Village can't speak properly, it would be inappropriate for him to comfort Shuangyi in long sentences in a coherent and clear manner. Only two words were uttered: "Okay!"

Shuang Yi burst into tears and smiled, and hugged Yunyan back.

Yun Yanhui was hugged by Shuang Yi, and she thought that it was useless to think about anything. In the end, it all depends on Zheng Ping, the only person who has the ability to work, and does not know whether she can support the consumption of the capital...