Winter turns to spring, and the years pass by. It has been five years since Ling Yun came here, and he found that the language here is still somewhat similar to modern times.
But I still haven't figured out which dynasty in history this is. I only heard fragmentary mentions of the Daqian Dynasty and the Ten Years of Tianwu by my grandfather Ling Dashan, but I didn't get any details.
Guangping Village, Lingshan County, Anzhou County, is where Lingyun is now. Guangping Village is a good place surrounded by mountains and rivers. There are more than 40 households and more than 300 people in the village.
The area here is remote. Based on the weather changes, I guess it is in the south. We can only inquire in detail later.
Guangping Village does not live with the same surname. It is a mixture of four families with surnames: Zhou, Zhao, Ling, and Li, and they all moved from other places. It is said that his family settled here more than 30 years ago. The Central Plains suffered a once-in-a-century flood.
This natural disaster directly caused fertile fields to be devoured, houses collapsed, and most people and livestock were submerged. After the disaster, there was a great epidemic, and many people were killed or injured.
After the flood, a large number of refugees appeared. The imperial court took prompt disaster relief measures, notified nearby officials to open warehouses for disaster relief, and encouraged large families to donate food.
If the victims did not leave their registered residence, the court would distribute rations to them based on their registered residence. For those who left, the government would directly distribute gruel to the victims, two meals a day.
Whether they are giving out rations or porridge, they are very little, and they only guarantee that they will not die of hunger.
Although the court allocated food for disaster relief, it was difficult to reach the victims as scheduled. Often a tenth of the food was good enough. Compared with the huge number of victims, it was just a drop in the bucket.
The officials kept their own pockets, and the allocated grains were sold by officials at all levels at high prices, and a very small part was mixed with sand to make clear soup for the victims. The court would not ask where the grain went, because the officials would say that it was all given to the victims, and there was no way to investigate. Failure to detect them resulted in large numbers of victims starving to death.
Relieving victims is a hard and tiring job, but in the end it becomes a job for officials. Whoever helps the victims will gain both fame and fortune, and only the common people will suffer!
When my grandfather said this, his eyes were a little wet and he was choked up because the flood directly caused him to be separated from his relatives.
He followed the refugees southward and ate everything he could on the road, including fish in the river, beasts in the forest, and birds in the sky. Until his grandfather, who couldn't find anything to satisfy his hunger, began to chew tree bark until all the bark was eaten. Now, I started eating Guanyin soil.
After going through untold hardships, he finally reached the Jiangnan area, which was not affected by natural disasters. In this way, he begged for food while walking, walking through cities and villages, going from house to house, and sleeping in the mountains.
Every time he knocks on a door, it is a test for him. Because he is often faced with blank looks and cynicism. For him, knocking on that door means insult, but not knocking on that door. They will starve to death.
My grandfather later heard someone say that the flood not only caused people to flee from famine, but also caused rebellion. In this dynasty where the imperial power did not extend to the county, the people who survived the flood had no food, no shelter, and began to suffer from natural and man-made disasters. Robbery the relatively wealthy local families.
No matter how much food a large family has, it is impossible to satisfy this huge group of refugees. The hungry people who have not been able to satisfy their hunger for a long time have to rise up and directly rob the local government's granary and open a warehouse to save themselves.
Peasant uprisings often have only one consequence, and that is to be ruthlessly suppressed.
After the hungry people revolted, they quickly occupied small towns. With the greed of the rebel leader, he was not satisfied with filling his stomach and led the rebel army to attack cities one after another.
Facing the successive victories in small towns, they forgot about it and began to attack the big city. However, the rebels without large siege equipment could not even break through the gate of the big city, let alone occupy it.
When the imperial court reacted, it quickly allocated supplies and sent large armies to suppress the uprising. The uprising armies everywhere were mercilessly wiped out, and good people were even killed as military honors. The people in the Central Plains were displaced and the people were in dire straits.
Taking advantage of the civil strife in the Daqian Dynasty, the Huns from the north who were already eyeing the territory decisively sent troops and took the opportunity to occupy the Sixteenth Prefecture of Yanyun. The Sixteenth Prefecture of Yanyun was originally the northern barrier of the Central Plains Dynasty. The terrain was dangerous and the mountains were steep, making it easy to defend but difficult to attack.
The loss of the northern barrier of Yanyun Sixteen States directly resulted in the Central Plains being nakedly exposed to the iron cavalry of the Huns from the north.
The Central Plains Dynasty was like being strangled by the throat. From time to time, it was harassed and plundered by the cavalry sent by the Huns, which led to the disunity of people on the border and the court was forced to embark on the road of peace.
The flood this time directly ruined the dynasty that was originally prosperous in culture and national strength. The country also turned from prosperity to decline, and the prosperity of the past no longer existed.
It has been ten years since the new emperor ascended the throne, and despite all his efforts, he has not been able to restore the original prosperity, but has only restored a little vitality.
After the rebellion subsided, the severely weakened imperial court began to encourage people to open up wasteland and settle in Linshan County, with preferential conditions and tax exemption for three years.
My grandfather also responded to the imperial court's call and settled down directly in the newly established Guangping Village.
After my grandfather settled down in the local area, he slowly went through a series of building houses, opening up wasteland, and buying fields. Life was tight. Fortunately, the new policy of this dynasty encouraged mulberry farming, light corvee and low taxes, and relied on his own craftsmanship. Life is barely getting by.
"Silang, Silang, come out for dinner quickly." A quick voice sounded, and Yang's shout came to his ears.
"Oh, mother, I'm here." Ling Yun was lying on the straw pile basking in the sun, and when he was about to fall asleep, he heard Yang Yumei calling him.
He turned over from the haystack slowly and trotted towards his mother on his short legs. You can't blame him for his slow movements. When he was just born, his whole body ached, and he had a splitting headache that was unforgettable.
After he was born, he discovered more than once that his body was weak. He would easily get a fever if it was too stuffy in the summer, and would get chills if there was even a little cool breeze in the winter.
Because of his weak bones, he almost died from several fevers. Even though he tried very hard to take care of his health, after all, his family's financial situation was so poor that he couldn't afford even the most common medicines. Fortunately, his grandfather begged his grandpa to tell his grandma to borrow money here and there to keep him safe. Down.
After all, he has a soul in his twenties and is very well-behaved when it comes to eating. He swallows milk and medicine without hesitation. He also cries weakly a few times and pretends to be an infant.
Due to premature birth, the four-year-old's body was even weaker than that of his two-year-old sister. After all, he was the only child of the old Ling family, so his family couldn't wait to put him in the house without leaving the door.
The slightly older Ling Yun always found a way to sneak out every time. As time went on, the family knew that they couldn't contain him, so they had to let the eldest child follow him every time he went out.
Since he realized his fragility, Ling Yun has been extra cautious every time he walks, and he also secretly thinks that when he is a little older, he must exercise his body well.
When Yang Yumei saw Ling Yun's person, she felt relieved and hurriedly ran up to him. As soon as she got close, she hugged him and patted the dust on his body: "Where did you run away again? Your sisters also
Didn’t you see it? Just now I saw the fifth baby crying and wanting to play with you!"
Ling Yun rolled his eyes. He was an adult soul after all, and he really had no interest in playing house games with a bunch of brats.
Especially his younger sister, who is two years younger, often likes to cling to him with snot from her nose. She will follow him wherever he goes, like a candy that cannot be shaken off even if he is quick to shake it.
"The room was a little stuffy, so I was lying in the haystack under the tree and accidentally fell asleep." Ling Yun lay in Yang's arms, hugged Yang's neck out of habit, and replied softly.
The children raised by their grandmothers in their previous lives did not know the taste of maternal love, but they have the opportunity to experience it in this life.
Yang Yumei is gentle and patient, and she fully embodies the brilliance of motherhood when facing Ling Yun. Perhaps it is because her mental age follows her physical age, or perhaps it is her desire for maternal love. At this moment, Ling Yun is acting like a four-year-old child acting coquettishly towards her mother.
Listening to her son's soft and tender voice, Yang Yumei felt her heart melt. The most beautiful voice in the world was that of her own child.
What's more, it's the boy she gave birth to after all the hard work. She just thinks it's rare, and doesn't care about other reasons.
She gently touched the mark on the haystack on Ling Yun's face, her eyebrows slightly lowered, and she said with concern with a smile: "Look at the marks all over his face. If he lies down on the haystack again,
Can you tell me to get a piece of cloth to cushion my face? Otherwise, I’ll scratch my face and it won’t be easy to please my mother-in-law.”
"Okay, I'll listen to you." Ling Yun looked at his mother with a smile and agreed very readily.
Yang Yumei then tapped Ling Yun's forehead and shook her head with a smile. She didn't know who this son had followed. He had behaved completely differently from his peers since he was a child.
He doesn't cry or fuss normally, but he will scream when he is hungry, and he will scream when he needs to urinate. When he is sick, he never complains when taking medicine. He is like an old child, still young and mature.
Ever since he was able to walk independently, he loves to be clean. He often likes to be in a daze, and I don’t know what is going on in his little head.
Yang Yumei carried Ling Yun into the kitchen. The eldest child was already setting the meal. When she saw her mother coming in with her younger brother in her arms, she slightly raised her lips and said with a sweet smile: "Silang, you are back, wash your hands and then you can eat."
La."
"Sister, my sister's cooking is delicious." Ling Yun responded to her eldest sister with a childish smile. The latter couldn't help but smile when her younger brother praised her, and her face was full of joy.
"Oh, my little sweet grandson, did you run around and play today?" Ling Yun was about to wash his hands when he heard the familiar voice of his grandfather.
"Grandpa, are you back?" Ling Yun exclaimed in surprise, trotting close to Ling Dashan, holding his pants with his little hands.
The latter patted the soil on his body, with a smile on his face, and quickly picked up Ling Yun, then lowered his head and pressed Ling Yun's forehead and asked softly: "My dear grandson, are you good today?"
"Yes, yes, my grandson is very good." Ling Yun nodded quickly, as if asking for credit. Seeing there were people behind him, Ling Yun greeted them one by one, "Grandma, dad, you are back."
The two people who heard the voice looked over in unison and saw it was Ling Yun. Liang looked happy and clapped her hands, then came to Ling Yun and gently stroked Ling Yun's head. Ling Daren was directly blocked behind him.
"You old guy, you smell like dirt and sweat, but you dare to hug my dear grandson to your body, and if you don't put it down quickly, if you make my grandson dirty, let's see if he will kiss you in the future."
Grandmother Liang gently dragged Ling Yun out of Ling Dashan's arms, then pushed Ling Dashan away with a look of disgust, turned away and asked softly.
"My dear grandson, did my eldest sister make egg custard for you when you woke up this morning?"
"Eat, eat and feel full."
Ling Yun touched his belly and nodded. An egg porridge in the morning was his main source of nutrition in this world, and he couldn't bear to waste it.
"You old woman, you don't look much cleaner than me. You know how to scold me in front of your darling grandson. I can see through your little thoughts at a glance. Take your hand away quickly. Don't ever touch me with such rough hands.
My dear grandson’s face is slightly scratched.”
Grandfather Ling Dashan looked at Yang with dissatisfaction, but there was a smile on his lips.