Under the juniper tree, those figures who thought they were enlightened gradually dispersed.

The warm wind blowing from Qilu, accompanied by the creaking sound of the wooden axles of cattle, horses, carriages, and carriages, brings out the scales of the bustling city.

The salt fish of Qi, the fur of Yan, and the geese feathers of Chu meet here, and the business trips with various accents are crowded on the streets.

It is even worse than the most prosperous Taoyi of the Song State, but it still brings some vitality to the destruction of the Duke State. Finally, it wakes up from the siege of the Wei family a few years ago and becomes a little devastated.

Shi didn't know about the major event that happened in Qi that affected the entire early years of the Warring States Period, nor did he know that the Mozhe who thought he could use his strength to send him to Qingyun had left Shangqiu.

Carefully holding the bag of seeds hidden in his arms, avoiding the bustling crowd, avoiding the shouts of those who slaughter pigs and dogs, and coming to his door.

Standing in front of the door, looking at the simple wooden door of my house, I reached out and pushed and pulled a few times.

The wood that dug out the grooves rubs against the door post, making a sound that makes people feel sour, but I still enjoy it.

Staring at the smooth groove that had been rubbed, Shi giggled: "Is this the door hinge that does not corrupt?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a sharp woman's voice came from the door, with a little anger.

"You are not a carpenter, so why not? If you have such a leisurely mind, wouldn't it be good to help your brother with a few more pairs of shoes? Wandering all day long, do you think you are a noble son?"

The old wooden door was pushed open, and what came towards me was my sister-in-law's cold eyebrows, her apricot kernel eyes were squinting, and the corners of her mouth were full of disdain.

The parents were dead, six brothers and sisters, two died young, and two died in the work of serving and building the city walls. Only one brother was left, and he married a sister-in-law next door.

There is no cold eyebrows in the world for no reason, and I know what's going on.

This body of my sister-in-law does have a reason to make her sister-in-law cold.

My family is not wealthy and only makes a living by making shoes, but my body doesn't like doing shoes at all.

He learned to fall with his boss's butcher, and learned to fencing with the corporal warriors outside the city, but never did things like making leather and shoes. To put it nicely, he had ambition, but to put it badly, he was just a vain person.

Originally, handicraftsmen only had to pay taxes, not taxes. Taxes were for military purposes, taxes were for sacrifices and national government expenses. Before the rituals collapsed and music broke out, they were clearly divided, and handicraftsmen did not even have the opportunity to join the army.

But since the rituals and music were broken and wars were frequent, no one followed the rules. Duke Xiang of Song had followed them, but it had become a joke.

The barriers of taxation have long been unacceptable, and the taxes of private handicraftsmen have continued to increase. The integration of taxes has changed from tithes to tithes. The monarchs are still feeling the lack of it.

The world is difficult and wars are continuous. It is just a small family that makes leather and shoes. They only wander but don’t do work, and anyone will be full of resentment.

The angry sister-in-law stood at the wooden door, holding a clay pot under her left flank, which contained some corn and a clay pot containing water in her right hand.

She has been married for three years and is only 9 years old now. However, her hands are no longer as smooth as a girl. She is as rough as a snake's skin, and many wounds will crack in winter.

Under the hardships of life, I have a younger brother-in-law who is not resentful and is a saint.

The eyes like apricot kernels showed a sense of fierceness. Looking at the uncle who was shaking from outside, he saw that he was holding and clamping and not coming to help, and he was just standing there stupidly, and he was even more angry.

"It would be fine if you don't make shoe-skin skin. This day is when the ripe ripe, so I'd go pick a few handfuls of berry and come back to eat. I'd have to soak the hemp in the afternoon. The rice has not been cooked yet, and the house was gone yesterday. When you go outside the city, you don't know how to bring a handful of firewood when you come back. You know how to wander around every day and do something big. What have you done?"

"Mr. Modi wants to love the world. You don't even love your brother and sister-in-law, but you still love the world? If I were Mr. Modi, I would never accept you as a disciple!"

When talking about the urgent situation, I couldn't help but subconsciously want to pinch my waist with one hand and point my fingers with the other, so I could curse myself. Unfortunately, I had a pot of corn under my nose, so I couldn't curse myself with a snorted sound, turned around and wanted to go back to the house.

Shi lowered his head and didn't dare to say anything. He had his own values. He was in the end and could not say anything bold about not bullying the young man's poor.

Survival is not easy. My brother and sister-in-law have raised me for so many years, so I have to listen to it even if I say ten more words.

After squeezing out a hint of shame, he hurried forward with a smile and reached out to take the clay pot from his sister-in-law's hand.

"I'll go out and get some firewood and soak the hemp thing tomorrow."

My sister-in-law, who was originally going to curse a few more words, looked at my uncle's hippie and smiling face, and then she felt that the clay pot in the bend of her arms suddenly lightened, and she was stunned. She thought to herself, why did she change her sex today?

It is said that Zi Mozi is a saint-like figure. Now, when he sees it, his uncle just went to listen to some lectures and still knew how to do things?

Looking at the face that was a little childish and laughed out loud, the remaining half-stone vented, and it turned out to be like the snowflakes in June, without a trace.

He was speechless for a moment and could only say nothing, "Be careful, don't break the clay pot."

But the clay pot is held firmly by strong arms, so how can it fall down and break?

To put it this way, it is nothing more than some words that are unknown.

My sister-in-law shook her head from behind and followed her into the room.

In the dark and deserted house, he carefully put down the jar and corn, and asked casually: "Where is brother?"

"I went outside the city to measure the size of my shoes for the scholars, and I'll go back in a while."

Shi glanced at his house and shook his head secretly.

There was nothing in the house. Iron smelting was not popular yet, and copper was extremely expensive. In the kitchen, I rely on a pottery jar to cook. The house was smoked by firewood and grass, and the walls were so greasy that it had been greasy.

There is a cute three-legged clay pot in the corner of the wall, like a wild beast with one leg, which is its own "stove". The three-legged ones can be used to make a fire below to cook porridge and rice.

Stone mills have not yet been popularized, and among the grains, whether they are wheat or rhubarb, they can only be cooked in a pot with bran.

Copper cooking utensils are only used by nobles. Even if the ritual system collapses and money can be overtaken, the current price is about two grams of copper for one pound of corn, and one pound of copper is 250 pounds of corn, which ordinary people will definitely not afford.

The big house next to it is where my elder brother usually makes shoes. The smell of nitro skin is very smelly.

The food in my body and mouth is squeezed out of these stinky skins. Even my brother's name cannot be removed from the skin. I only have a muntjac.

The name of a wild beast, the common leather, is also a common name in the shoemaker's family.

The two cottages are bedrooms, with small windows and black holes. There is no bedding on the couch that is randomly built with wood, and wheat straw is covered in mess.

After sleeping for a long time, the stiff wheat straw and grass have become soft as floss.

The current situation is the only one who is a family, and it is the current situation of most people at this time.

I understand that if I can't do something, I have to live like this for the rest of my life. This kind of life can be seen from the age of twenty and sixty, if he can live for sixty. The only variable is being summoned to death in battle, or dying from a serious illness.

This kind of life that can see the edges at a glance is the most terrifying thing.

I touched my hut, found a pottery jar, and carefully hid the seeds carrying his dreams and ambitions, sealing them carefully, for fear that a mouse would crawl in and eat them.

After hiding this thing carefully, you will pull out the hemp rope from the pile of firewood and go to pick up the firewood.

There is no axe or a saw, so I can only pick it up with both hands.

Although it was noon, civilians had two meals a day, and it was far from the time to eat.

Firewood is outside the city, and one afternoon is enough.

When she was about to go out, her sister-in-law pulled a handful from behind and took out two buns of burlap bags wrapped in grass-gray, but she didn't know what she was doing.

He wrapped the two small buns of burlap on his shoulder and cushioned, and said with a cold face: "I have never even carried firewood for a few times all day, so I will definitely get bleeding. If I dirty clothes, I have to wash them. If I wash too much, it will easily break! Put this on my shoulders."

"It's still my sister-in-law who feels sorry for me."

He replied with a salivating face, but his sister-in-law snorted coldly: "Bad! I feel sorry for this dress! Do you think this dress fell from the sky? Didn't it just sew it with me?"

He didn't even talk or think about the two burlap bags containing wood ash.

He took it with his hands with a smile, turned around and was about to leave.

Looking at my brother-in-law who seemed to have changed in one day, but as a sister-in-law, she was at a loss. She was stunned and forgot to wash the corn next.

Seeing my uncle's figure about to disappear from the wooden door, he said something and chased him out and told him: "There is the office on the other side of Dongshan, the reed marshes by the river to the west belong to the Sicheng family, the Berlin at the foot of Dongshan is the royal family, and the Yanglin at the south belongs to the Ling family, but don't go there, you will be caught and beaten to death. If you can't carry too much, just recite less. Don't carry too much today and get tired tomorrow. If you miss it, it's better not to go there!"

When the words seemed to be scolding but were actually worried, the figure had already turned around the corner of the street. He looked at her from afar and waved her hand, probably because he heard it.

The sister-in-law leaned against her door, couldn't help but shake her head, and went back to wash the corn in a daze. After thinking for a long time, I picked up the bamboo pole in the house and took a small piece of dried salted fish that I couldn't bear to eat and cut it into a small piece.

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I found a stream with a hemp rope on my back, except for the city gate. It was not thirsty, but the water was very clean and could be used as a mirror.

In the reflection of the floating light, there is a young face, wearing a simple headscarf, with a thin edge and corners on her face, her eyebrows are like two knives, and the corners of her eyes are slightly raised.

Ba's life spit out a mouthful of saliva, and the ripples that shattered the waves. Occasionally, a few rays of blazing light reflected from the peaks into the eyes, a little tingling.

"It's a good face. If you live with your body, I have to pay back the debt you owe. It's not easy for ordinary people to study. I hope you are not a bastard who thinks that brother and sister-in-law treat you like this, or have said something bad about it, otherwise I can't afford to pay it back."

He said a few words to the broken reflection, his eyebrows, as beautiful as a knife, frowned together, and he had long lost his passionate appearance under the juniper tree.

What I thought about under the juniper tree is too far away, and the hemp rope on my shoulders is very close.
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