"We are together and cannot be separated!"

"If one or two households are assigned to a village, they will be squeezed out."

"That's right, you can't stand up even if you are bullied. Who wouldn't bully someone?"

The villagers talked a lot, looked anxious and uneasy, and did not want to be separated from the villagers.

There are also outsiders in their village who fled the famine in the early years. At first, no one wanted to interact with them. When the corvee in the yamen and the young men in the village were born, the outsiders would be the first to take over.

Only by slowly getting married to the people in the village, using things and labor to win over people's hearts, can you gradually integrate into the village. This will happen, and those who don't know how to behave will always be excluded.

They have squeezed out outsiders, and now they don't want to be the one squeezed out.

Dongming Ziyu said: "I'm afraid no village can accommodate more than 200 people. Even if they are separated, they will all stay in the neighboring village without delaying anything."

Everyone was a little depressed, confused and at a loss.

Shuan Zhu supported his mother and squeezed over, "Fourth brother, I want to share a village with you."

Everyone's eyes lit up when they heard this, yes, if the whole village can't be divided into one village, then they should try to be divided into one with the Donglaosi family, so they started to build relationships and make friendships, hoping to be divided into a village with Dongming Ziyu and others.

Based on Dongming Ziyu's performance along the way, he will definitely be able to get along well, and he is loyal and affectionate, so he will definitely win them over.

Dongming Ziyu would not favor one over the other, "This matter is not something I can decide."

Mrs. Qian came to rescue her son, "This matter has to be decided by the people in the government office. How can my son have that ability? Besides, if you want to take care of him, you have to take care of my two daughters and my in-laws!"

"Sister-in-law! You can't abandon us!" Mrs. He cried out loudly, "How are we orphans and widowed mothers going to live? You, the head of the family, just let go and leave..."

Mrs. Qian rolled her eyes and started again!

Shuan Zhu was annoyed when he saw it, and said: "Second aunt, your grandson is already so old, and you still cry about being orphaned and widowed. This is a curse on your son!"

"Boom!" Many people laughed.

Old Mrs. He was startled, slipped away and sat on the ground, slapping her thighs and howling, "Master, you died miserably. You are so kind and righteous that you don't want to die, but how do you think about how women and children can live..."

Mrs. Qian knew that she was a shameless person and ignored her. She might as well take this opportunity to throw away this family's dog-skin plaster. Not to mention the care she had given to the second family over the years, just in the past two years of famine, if it hadn't been

The second brother's family had long since starved to death due to her family's financial aid, and the second brother had finished repaying the old man's life-saving grace!

Along the way, everyone was convinced of Dong Laosi. Now there are many people who started to criticize Mrs. He without asking Qian.

Mrs. He couldn't say anything except crying for her old man. Thinking that she would no longer be in the spotlight of her elder brother's family, her fake crying turned into real crying.

In the midst of the commotion, someone shouted: "Blessed is the east? Which one is blessed in the east?"

Mrs. Qian asked Dongming Ziyu, "Si'er, the official is calling you."

Only then did Dongming Ziyu realize that it was him who was calling him. He turned around and saw that the county magistrate was calling him with the list of names handed over to Boss Sun.

He walked over quickly, clasped his fists and saluted, saying, "I am blessed by Dong You."

The county magistrate looked him up and down carefully and said, "Are you Dong Youfu?"

Dong Chunlei hurriedly came over to testify and said: "Yes, that's right, he is Dong Youfu. How dare we fool the official?"

The county magistrate immediately changed his posture to a respectful one and said: "The Second Young Master of Prince Chen's Mansion sent someone to ask me to arrange a good place for you."

Dong Chunlei was overjoyed, "Thank you so much, sir!"

Dongming Ziyu said: "Excuse me, sir."

The county magistrate said: "Let's start with the ugly words. There are really no good places here that can accept refugees. You can choose them yourself."

As he spoke, he opened a simple map of Liulin County. Although it was simple, the villages, mountains, rivers and roads were all clearly marked.

Whether it is good or not is their own choice. When the time comes, they will not be able to blame him for not doing things well.

Dong Chunlei saw this situation and asked hurriedly: "Is there a village that can accommodate more than 200 of us, twenty or so households?"

The county magistrate shook his head, "There is no such a big village."

Dong Chunlei was quite disappointed. Being in a foreign country, family was particularly important. He also wanted to live with his fellow villagers and help each other.

Dongming Ziyu also knows the importance of family. If conditions permit, it would be good for everyone to be together.

Pointing at the villages on both sides of the river, he asked, "Can these two villages accept us?"

The county magistrate looked at it and said: "This is Nanxi Village and Beixi Village. These two villages are close to mountains and rivers, and are close to the official road and the county seat. They are good places. However, good villages have more people and good land is owned by them.

The wasteland is almost open.

With so many of you gone, you won't be able to get any land. If you want to open up wasteland yourself, you will only have the salt-alkali land by the river and the barren stone land at the foot of the mountain. Moreover, there are not so many idle houses in the village to rent to you."

There is only Moon Creek between Nanxi Village and Beixi Village. If they both live near the river, building a bridge in the middle will be the same as living in the same village.

But how can farmers live without land?

Dong Chunlei hesitated for a while, gritted his teeth and said: "It's easy to live in, just build a shack. There are mountains and water, and you will never starve to death! You are lucky, if you choose this place, everyone in my family will follow!"

Dongming Ziyu didn't want to rely on farming to support his family. Moreover, the space had spiritual spring water and good seeds, and the saline-alkali land could also be improved.

So, he looked at Mr. Dong and said, "Dad, what do you think?"

Mr. Dong has been engaged in an ideological struggle. He not only wants the land, but also wants to be with his two daughters and their family. Of course, he will not abandon his dead second brother and his family.

What should I do? If it weren’t for my second brother, I would be the one who died. How could I see so many children and grandchildren?

Thinking about being far away from his homeland and fleeing the famine to come here, his ancestral grave is still far away, his brother's grave is still there, and there is no one to pay tribute during the New Year and festivals, he feels extremely uncomfortable.

Mrs. He didn't care to cry and pretend to be pitiful, and said hurriedly: "Brother, my family is going to follow you anyway. The mountains and rivers are useless. Without the help of eldest brother, we are in this unfamiliar place."

I can’t survive!”

Old Mrs. Qian knew the old man's temper, so she didn't say anything on her face. She just spat in her heart: You are such a dog-skin plaster, you can't take it off, can you?

Mr. Dong ignored Mrs. He and asked Dongming Ziyu: "How can we live without farmland?"

Mrs. He said: "Isn't there a mountain? Let Si'er take the men to hunt and the women to pick mountain products. They can always survive. When the weather gets better, we can go back to our hometown!"

Needless to say, many people think so. They are still thinking about returning to their hometowns when the disaster and war are over. They all ask to go to Nan and Beixi Villages. Rich and poor, everyone can be together. We will face difficulties together along the way.

I'm used to it, but I feel really unsure about being separated from my fellow villagers in this strange place.

Of course, there are also those who value the fields more seriously, thinking that since they are all nearby, it won’t matter in other villages. After living their lives, who is still as united as when they were fleeing famine? They usually treat them as relatives and have the feeling of fellow villagers.

Even now, I can’t live anywhere

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