It's so cold. When I walked outside the house for a while, Xiao Su's wind blew on his face, and it hurt. The wind blew into his body again, making people's bones tremble and they couldn't stand.

So hot springs became the best safe haven for people.

At this time, the hot springs that were steaming with fog and water in Daliang became common places for the princes and nobles to the common people and vendors in the cold autumn.

In this regard, people living in Guobei County are no exception.

"Dad, be careful." An old man in Mai slowly walked along Dengke Street to the outside of the city. He was also following a middle-aged man dressed in a farmer. The old man's son was respectfully supporting the old man at this time, constantly reminding his father to be careful when walking.

The old man with a stick named Wang was born and raised by Guo Bei. He has been a farmer who has been rewarded by heaven and earth for generations. Old man Wang is old, and now the person who grows crops is replaced by his son.

Xiao Wang was born at the age of thirty, but now Lao Wang is over 60 years old. If Xiao Wang’s marriage is delayed for another two years, Old Wang is afraid that he will not have time to see his grandson.

Finding a wife for your son and letting him get married has become the thing for Old Man Wang now.

But these days, it is not easy for farmers to find a wife.

The generations of monarchs in the Daliang court were pretty good, so most of the land of the farmers was rented to the people by the court. However, after the land was in the hands of the county magistrate, the taxes would increase from time to time.

If you don’t encounter natural disasters and man-made disasters, there will be a lot of grain produced every year, but the grain will have to pay off the debt.

After the government paid the grain, the families who were farming in various places were immediately short of their limits.

"What are you afraid of? You can't be poor for four generations!" Whenever you think of this, Lao Wang comforts himself with this sentence, but only when he is lying in the house and lying alone in the darkness at night, will he say the whole thing in his heart: "It's a pity that if you are still poor after four generations... you will be extinct."

Usually, Lao Wang didn't think about doing some speculative and counterattacking hands to solve the marriage matters for his son, but he was used to abiding by the law in his life, so he dared not deliberately try the law with his own heart.

Lao Wang felt a breath of breath when he was staying at home, so he took advantage of the early autumn scenery today, and just after noon, he called his son Xiao Wang and headed towards the bathing pool outside Guobei County and set off.

The two of them stopped and walked all the way, and went out in the afternoon. It was almost evening before they walked to the soup pool outside the county, which was specially used by men and common people.

There are approximately three types of springs in the entire Daliang Dynasty:

The first type is called cinnabar soup.

The second type is called alum stone soup,

The third type is called sulfur soup.

Sulfur alum stone can remove the damage and recuperate the body of the person who is in the pool and wash away the dirty dirt on his body, but the water temperature is too hot and cannot be waited for a long time; only cinnabar is warm and gentle, and is moderately cool and warm. Therefore, cinnabar spring is also widely praised by people who are good at Tangmu.

Most of the soup springs in Guobei County are cinnabar springs.

Among them, the soup pond, which is green and pure, clean and thorough, is specially prepared for the county's masters and children of noble families to rest and outing.

There are about two or three similar Tangchis in Guobei County, and they are usually blocked to avoid the purity of the spring soup.

There are also several cinnabar springs scattered around the suburbs of the county. There are about four of them that have been repaired and used for people.

One of them is specially provided to women and women, while the other three are specially provided for the use of the common men.

Because the color of hot soup is as gentle as jade and as gentleman, most of the men's soup pools have a nice name. Among them, the spring that the county magistrate likes to use is called: Mingxiuquan, which is derived from the meaning of a mirror hanging high and beautiful and lovely person.

As for ordinary people, they are not as good as this. They are generally called harsh soup or defiled springs.

It was much late. Apart from the steaming white fog, there were only Old Man Wang and his son in the Mutang Pool.

Under the care of his son, Old Man Wang was submerged into the hot soup, and then Xiao Wang also entered the soup. The soup pool was not deep, and Xiao Wang, who was of medium size, entered the pond. The water surface just exceeded Xiao Wang's waist and back.

Old Man Wang put his hands on the edge of the pool, leaning on the inner wall of the pool, feeling the fatigue and coldness gradually disappeared from his body as the hot soup in the pool flowed. Old Man Wang took a deep breath, and then sank his arms and body into the hot soup.

Xiao Wang stood beside his father and looked after Old Man Wang carefully. When he found that his father's eyes had been gently closed, he immersed the rag in the soup, took it out, wrung it out, and began to wipe Old Man Wang's body.

"Dad, Dad! Are you okay? Your hand just touched me. Is Tang Chi too cruel? Want to come out and rest?" Old Man Wang's son suddenly stopped, reached behind Old Man Wang, and steadily supported his father.

The hard-earned pleasure was interrupted, and Old Man Wang muttered a little unhappy: "Hmm? I'm afraid of having a shower. What can I do? Rub yours."

Xiao Wang nodded, shook his arms, and continued to work hard.

Old Man Wang, who was soaked in the hot soup, did not forget to recall what his son had just said while relaxing. Old Man Wang was stunned, "Hand? My hand is on my belly." Old Wang couldn't touch it.

"Wait a minute! Hand?" Old Man Wang seemed to think of something in an instant, "Just just now, your mother talked to me. She said she felt sorry for you, saying that you went out early and came back late every day, and the wind and sun were shining. When you go home, you still have to take care of me, the old man, and ask me to find you a wife and get married!" Old Wang looked at his son's calloused hands, which were thick, powerful but full of gullies.

Old Man Wang looked at his son's tanned face that had been exposed to the scorching sun for a long time. The care in his son's eyes deeply touched him. As the old Man Wang spoke, his breathing became heavy unconsciously. His hands were held underwater and loosened, as if he was making up a decision.

"Yes, where did dad meet you just now?" Old Man Wang adjusted his emotions and asked.

After hearing his father's words, Xiao Wang glanced at his father in confusion. He didn't know what his father meant, but he still pointed at his father's position at his elbow. Old Man Wang saw the position and had a scheming in his heart.

"Come over with a dry rag and have clothes." After hearing his father's instructions, Xiao Wang left the pool and quickly went to get clothes.

Old Man Wang is about the same size as his son, but one is old and the other is in his prime.

Old Man Wang lowered his lower body, opened his hands under the water and explored in front of him as if he was blind. Old Man Wang left only one head and neck outside the pond, and his body was facing just now.

Xiao Wang's elbow was moving slowly.

After analyzing his son, Old Man Wang knew that in this pool, there was a third hand of a man besides him and his son.

This hand is likely to be related to the horrific dismemberment case in the county now. More importantly, if it is really that hand, it will determine the direction of the betting game in the city.

The old man knew the value of this hand in his heart, and the hand happened to be next to him.

Old Man Wang has not forgotten what his woman said to him before leaving:

"Old Wang, remember that the incense of our ancestors cannot be cut off. I will marry you and have not lived two good days. Now I am leaving. I don't want to be a lonely ghost again." This is what Old Man Wang's wife said to him before his death. He has never forgotten that he cannot let the old Wang family die.

The hand around you now is incense; it is the future of the son of Mr. Wang; it is also the future of the ancestors of the Wang family.
Chapter completed!