The Great Han Farmer

In the first year of Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty, a cold spring came. In addition, the rain did not stop for days, and the cold wind howled. The entire Chang 'an was suddenly shrouded in a miserable wind and bitter rain.

Such abnormal weather was really rare. The weather in March was actually as cold as the 10th month of winter. One would wish to turn into ice if they breathed.

On the official road from Chang 'an to Lantian, an old ox cart was slowly approaching in the rain.

Originally, this road was filled with people and carriages, making it very busy. However, now, there were very few people.

There were many things being pulled on the ox-cart. The big yellow cow that was pulling the ox-cart was breathing out steam from its mouth and nose. It lowered its head and hunched its back as it moved forward desperately.

The driver of the ox-cart was an old man in his fifties, with white hair and a beard. He was wearing a tattered sheepskin robe, which was wrapped around his thin body. Judging from his trembling appearance, it was obvious that this robe was not enough to withstand the invasion of the cold.

However, even though his lips were blue from the cold, he still asked the young man sitting in the ox cart with a leather mattress wrapped around his body with concern," Young man, do you feel warmer?"

The young man on the ox cart had a delicate and pretty appearance. He looked to be about seventeen or eighteen years old, and his entire body exuded a scholarly aura.

If the ox-cart was replaced by a carriage, people would definitely think that he was the son of a noble family in Chang 'an, because everything about him was incompatible with this broken ox-cart.

However, the young man's face was a little haggard, and there was a faint layer of sorrow between his brows. He looked like he had a lot on his mind.

Hearing the old man's question, the young man looked left and right at the carriage shed that was leaking air. He covered his mouth and coughed." It's fine, Old Ge. Don't worry about me."

The old man called Geweng could not help but tear up. He choked on his sobs." Young man, hold on a little longer. It'll be fine when we reach the farm."

The young man's name was Qin Feng. He was the illegitimate son of the Chang 'an merchant, Qin Yuantai.

Speaking of which, Qin Yuantai's reputation in Chang 'an and even the Sanfu area was resounding.

Unfortunately, Qin Yuantai's illness came very suddenly, and he died before he could explain anything.

Just before Qin Yuantai's corpse was cold, his wife, Madam Zhuo, suggested splitting the family.

Qin Feng's mother was merely a lowly maidservant, and she passed away during childbirth.

If Qin Yuantai hadn't doted on him all these years, this family probably wouldn't have been able to tolerate him long ago.

Now that his father was gone, he did not even have a word of explanation. Without the protection of Qin Feng, there was no need to think about the property and wealth of the family.

By the way, only about one-third of Chang 'an City was inhabited by civilians, and most of them were concentrated in the eastern and western cities. Most of the rest were imperial palaces.

Just think about it. To be able to live in Chang 'an City, where every inch of land was worth an inch of gold, it was really difficult for those who were not dignitaries or rich families without any family background to live.

Therefore, wealthy merchants like them gave Qin Feng a farm in Lantian County and 2,000 yuan. To put it bluntly, it was no different from sending a beggar away.

However, this was already a pleasant surprise for Qin Feng.

The farm was a little far away, but it was still alright. Being able to stay away from the sinister Zhuo family was Qin Feng's dream.

Although the money was a little low, according to the current price of 30 gold coins for stone rice, it was not a problem to last until the harvest.

As long as the new grain came, everything would not be a problem.

Fortunately, Madam Zhuo was a shameless person.

If it wasn't for her fear of arousing the criticism of her neighbors and clansmen, it was possible for her to make Qin Feng leave with nothing.

To put it bluntly, these two thousand yuan and the estate were the Zhuo family's cover.

Qin Feng tightly wrapped the leather mattress on his body, his eyes becoming blurry.

To be precise, this Qin Feng was not that Qin Feng.

He was a soul from the 21st century. When he woke up, he came to the Han Dynasty and possessed this young man named Qin Feng.

To be honest, he had just arrived and had just figured out the situation when his patron god, his cheap father, Qin Yuantai, died.

After the funeral, he was sent out by the matriarch of the house, Madam Zhuo. She threatened him." If he dares to step into Chang 'an again, his legs will be broken."

A scorpion's tail was really the most poisonous!

If it wasn't for the fact that Qin Feng still had a loyal old servant by his side, Old Ge, he could really be said to be all alone. There was no way to go up to heaven and no way to go down to earth.

Qin Feng's eyes are now completely dark. The only person he can rely on is this thin and weak old man in front of him.

Speaking of Geweng, after fusing with his memories, he knew that Qin Feng was brought up by him. The relationship between the two of them had long surpassed that of a master and servant. It would not be an exaggeration to say that they were family.

Old Ge's name was Ge Ping. He was a lonely old man who had never married or had any children.

It was said that Qin Yuantai had picked him up by the roadside. At that time, he was already starving to death. If he had not met Qin Yuantai, he would have long become a skeleton by the roadside.

Therefore, he was very grateful.

Qin Yuantai had instructed him to take care of Qin Feng. From then on, he had poured all his efforts into Qin Feng.

In addition, what was worth mentioning was that the old servant, Old Ge, had saved Qin Feng's life more than once.

If not for Geweng, Qin Feng would have drowned in a goldfish pond at the age of four or died in a stable fire at the age of five…

It was because of Geweng's existence that Qin Feng was able to live safely until now.

Qin Feng's memories kept jumping out of his mind. Alright, this was a righteous elder, he had to treat him well.

As long as he had a bite to eat, he would not treat Elder Ge unfairly. Qin Feng thought to himself.

When the sky turned dark, the master and servant finally arrived at the farm.

"This is called a farm?" Qin Feng, who got off the ox cart, was dumbfounded. Madam Zhuo, this wicked woman, was really vicious.

What appeared before him was a wasteland, waist-deep weeds growing wantonly, and a dilapidated manor, without a trace of smoke as far as the eye could see.

How did it look like someone was living here?

Although he had expected that the farm in Lantian would not be a place with any profits, he never expected it to be like this.

He had thought that no matter how dilapidated the farm was, there would at least be a few farmers. No matter how barren the land was, the output would still be enough to feed them.

This difference was too great. Just now, he was still fantasizing about the days of a big man and a small landlord. Now, in the blink of an eye, he had become a poor family.

Qin Feng felt a little pain in his balls and his heart was broken…

He walked around the farm with his hands clasped behind his back, complaining to himself.

This farm had been abandoned for a long time. The roof was overgrown with thatch, and there were a few places that were exposed to the sky. If it was not repaired, it would not be habitable.

I knew it! How could Madam Zhuo be so generous to give him a piece of land? So this was the trick.

By the time he returned to the gate dejectedly, the old servant, Old Ge, had already driven the ox cart into the courtyard.

Seeing that Qin Feng had returned, Ge Weng stopped cleaning the courtyard and said very respectfully,"I'll take a rest at the gatehouse first. Leave everything to this old servant."

Don't look down on the shabby manor. This old servant will tidy it up and make sure that this young master will live comfortably."

Qin Feng was a little impressed by Ge Weng's optimism.

In the space of less than ten square meters in the gatehouse, five or six boxes and some miscellaneous items had already occupied half of it. With the addition of a couch, the room seemed even more cramped.

Qin Feng was cold and hungry now. He quickly made a fire and got something to eat.

In this era, there were two main ways to start a fire. One was the sun sui, and the other was to drill wood to make fire.

Now that it was raining, the sun could not be used.

Qin Feng found the drill bow and the things to start a fire and started to start a fire.

After spending a long time, his arms were so tired that they were numb. Finally, he lit the mugworts.

Adding a few pieces of dry wood, the fire gradually grew bigger. Only then did Qin Feng's numb body ease up.

Qin Feng, who had calmed down, felt anxious in his heart.

The barren fields and the dilapidated farmhouse. The Zhuo family was really good at scheming. The two thousand yuan they gave was not even enough to repair the house, let alone other things.

The current situation could be said to be like a leaky house suffering from a night of rain. How should he live the next few days?