Li Chang'an was wearing a set of pajamas.
It was in ruins after being struck by lightning before it traveled through time.
He looked like a beggar, so the villagers weren't surprised to see his attire.
Even if it's shattered beyond recognition, it's still better than what they wear; at least it's not as thin.
Upon seeing the reward in his backpack, Li Chang'an remained calm and continued to help Xiong Er up with a smile.
"Don't talk nonsense. Stop calling me 'Master, Master, Master' all the time. Just call me 'son-in-law' like everyone else."
Xiong Er wiped away his tears, feeling that with him, his future would be secure.
"Okay, son-in-law, I'll listen to you from now on."
Li Chang'an handed the bowl to Xiong Er, instructing him to change the firewood, while he himself became a hands-off manager, sitting on the wood and slacking off.
Daya came out carrying a bowl of milk powder, looked at Li Chang'an timidly, and said, "Husband, this is for you to drink."
Daya's voice grew softer and softer, and her head drooped lower and lower. By the end, her face was flushed, and she felt so ashamed that she couldn't speak anymore and tears were about to flow.
Seeing her like this, Li Chang'an couldn't help but laugh out loud. He pinched her cheek with his fingers and said something.
"You're so cute!"
While drinking his milk powder, he looked at Daya, whose face was flushed, and the more he looked at her, the more he liked her.
This reminded him of a girl.
Human desires are mere illusions for a child like Chu.
That damned Chen!
Da Ya stood in front of Li Chang'an, shy and afraid to leave, occasionally stealing a glance to see if he had finished drinking.
Every time I make eye contact with him, I feel like a little white rabbit, my body trembles a few times, and I want to run away.
Li Chang'an looked at Daya with interest, intending to tease her a little, when he heard a quarrel.
"Xiong Er, you bastard, how did you calculate that? That's not right."
Guo Dajiao pointed at Xiong Er and started cursing. She always felt that the firewood in her house didn't match the rice they had exchanged for.
But she didn't know where things didn't match up, and after counting on her fingers for a long time, she still couldn't figure it out.
Her family was one of the better-off among the refugees.
There are two men in the family, my husband and son, who can do the work.
Although they are not wealthy, they are much better off than other villagers who don't know where their next meal will come from.
The appearance of the Lin family's son-in-law made her feel very unbalanced.
She's just relying on her looks to seduce men everywhere.
Seeing Li Chang'an take out grain to exchange for rice, she thought, "It's just that we had a few rotten grains at home before we fled. What's so great about that?"
They're putting on airs about changing the firewood. Humph, when the food runs out, they'll still have to go up the mountain to chop firewood and go hungry.
I'm afraid that when the time comes, they'll be so hungry they won't even have the strength to chop firewood, and they'll ask our family to lend them grain.
The more she thought about it, the more malicious she became. Then, she happened to see that Xiong Er had made a mistake in exchanging the grain, and she started to lash out.
Before Li Chang'an could walk over, he saw the little girl wearing a straw mat, who was pressing down tree branches with her body, walk out from behind Guo Dajiao.
The little girl emptied all the rice from Guo Dajiao's pocket back into the bamboo basket.
Then he put the firewood from her house back in front of her.
"This is a load of firewood."
The little girl took a load of firewood, then scooped out two bowls of rice and put them into Guo Dajiao's pocket.
"These are two loads of firewood."
The little girl scooped out two more bowls of rice.
After changing the loads one by one, the little girl finally spoke.
"Aunt Guo, do you think this is right?"
When Guo Dajiao saw Li Chang'an approaching, she dared not continue her tantrum and shrank back behind her husband.
Although she was jealous, she didn't dare to say it out loud. She could only throw tantrums over trivial matters and bully Xiong Er.
She dared not utter a word in front of Li Chang'an, and could only hide in a dark corner, maliciously speculating about others.
"Yes, yes."
Guo Dajiao's husband was rather honest. He was hunched over and kept bowing and scraping to Li Chang'an as he spoke, carrying the grain back home.
Watching Guo Dajiao flee as if running away, Li Chang'an looked at Xiong Er and asked him what was going on.
After hearing Xiong Er's description, Li Chang'an realized that he had overestimated the villagers' intelligence.
He believed that even in the Ming Dynasty, the cultural level of ordinary people was at least that of a primary school student.
Unexpectedly, the knowledge of this group of people is not even as good as prenatal education.
Transactions within ten are so complex that you have to count on your fingers to figure them out.
Guo Dajiao's family had a lot of firewood, about seven loads.
Xiong Er couldn't figure it out and gave him one bowl less rice than he should have.
Unfortunately, neither of them could figure out how much to exchange, so they started arguing.
The little girl was standing behind Guo Dajiao in line. She probably couldn't stand it anymore, so she stepped forward to help them calculate it.
Xiong Er lowered his head and dared not speak.
He felt that his son-in-law had entrusted him with such an important matter, but he hadn't done a good job. He was a little worried that his son-in-law wouldn't come to him for help in the future.
Li Chang'an didn't blame him; he just stared at the little girl with great interest.
"You can count? Who taught you?" Li Chang'an asked.
The little girl nodded and said, "I know a little bit, Grandpa taught me."
"Alright, I'll leave the firewood changing to you. After you're done, I'll give you a few extra pounds of rice," Li Chang'an said, handing over the bowl.
The little girl's eyes lit up, and she took the bowl from the bear's hands and started working.
Whether it's three loads of firewood or six and a half loads, it doesn't matter.
The little girl could always scoop out the corresponding amount of rice with just a glance.
He is quick and efficient, and can do arithmetic very fast.
Do you know her?
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