It is a joy to share food. This time Fengxia Village helped the government office run errands and called people from the East Village over. At first, the people in the East Village did not know that this was such an errand and came to the government office to see.
After receiving the food, everyone's eyes flashed with gratitude to the sixteen households in the West Village.
The immigrants had already lived in Fengxia Village for a long time, but they had only done one thing together and had one meal together.
In the past, they refused to save themselves...
But the sixteen families just let the matter pass.
In the future, even if there is another Li Zheng like Gao Li Zheng, they will not do what they did before.
This is what people in the East Village think about.
The sixteen households were thinking about other things. They actually fought for the food this time. Besides being happy, they also had another feeling that they couldn't explain. Anyway, it was that they were useful and of great use.
Last night Zhao Yuanrang, Zhao Yuanji, Niu Sheng and Niu Xing got together and said this. Without them, the government office would not be possible.
From the time they first spread the rumors, to later blending in with the crowd, persuading the refugees to leave, and then resisting the nursing homes of people like the Ding family, they all contributed.
And unlike what everyone says, most people are not injured. In fact, everyone is injured, but those injuries are not important to them.
As long as they can win, these children have seen too many things along the way. People who were killed by bandits, and immigrants who were captured by corrupt officials, women who were sold, men who joined the army, these things
The fear it brought to them is still in their minds. Why do they work so hard? Why do they want to help Mr. Zhao? Because they are all afraid of falling into that situation.
Although these children are young, they have seen too many dead people. They have struggled to survive, and they must live well in the future.
So what Niu Sheng said to his father was not a joke, it was true.
No matter how many times this kind of thing... oppresses them happens, they will pick up their own sticks and resist like they did today.
But... Niu Sheng glanced at his father again. He couldn't say this to others. He would lose his head if he said it. It's okay for everyone to understand. Who said the world is not good? It would be great if he could be a farmer in peace and stability.
They were not prepared to be bullied by a corrupt official like Sun Ji.
No matter if there is any trouble, they don't count on them, they just listen to Sister Zhao. Now Zhao Luoyang is Sister Zhao in everyone's heart, no matter how old or young, because she is powerful, that's what Niu Sheng thinks. All their heads combined,
Not as good as Sister Zhao.
Zhao Yuanrang and Zhao Yuanji went over to watch the yamen help them load food. There must be no shortage of food. Sister said that the next step is to prepare for spring plowing, which requires a lot of money. From now until spring plowing, there may not be such an opportunity, so one grain
Can't lose it.
Not far from here.
Cao Cheng and others filled the donkey cart with grain.
"These will be sent to other villages," Zhao Luoyang and Xie Chen said, "Sir, would you like to come with us to have a look?"
Xie Chen was already very tired, but whenever he saw the girl's expectant eyes, he couldn't bear to refuse. Anyway, now that Zhao Jingyun was entangled in other matters, he would go with her.
Shi Jiu said to Zhao Luoyang in his mind: "Aren't you afraid that when you take Mr. Xie with you and share the food, the villagers will give you less charm points?"
Zhao Luoyang said: "I'm not afraid. I think everyone is getting along very well with me these days. They won't change their minds just because Mr. Xie is an official."
What this said seems to make sense...
Before Shi Jiu spoke, Zhao Luoyang continued: "And I will tell them that I saved Mr. Xie. I will also tell everyone that after the New Year, we will continue to make fur coats."
Shi Jiu said: "I don't think they will change their minds now, because the adults in Beijing will still leave, but you will stay in Taozhou."
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Sunjia Village.
The old woman held up the porridge water and said it was porridge water because there was not much rice in it. It was porridge cooked in the morning, and the remaining porridge was mixed with water and cooked again. This is how the Sun family satisfied their hunger.
Of course, they will also eat wild vegetable cakes, but they will save as much as they can, because the elderly and men in the family are sick, and the money needs to be used to buy medicine.
The old woman's surname is "Zhang", which has the same pronunciation as her husband's surname "Zhang", so everyone simply calls her Mrs. Zhang on weekdays.
Mrs. Zhang only took a sip of the porridge water this time and then put the bowl down.
"Milk," Zhang Erya persuaded, "do you want to eat more?"
Mrs. Zhang waved her hand and looked at her daughter-in-law Zheng, "Are you confused? What's the purpose of boiling rice in the porridge and water you gave me? Why don't you give the rest of the money to your man?"
Mrs. Zheng's eyes immediately turned red when she looked at her skinny mother-in-law.
Mrs. Zhang said: "You have to make careful calculations to be able to till the spring of next year. After planting, you still have to wait for grain harvesting. Do you know how long it will take?"
"You are the only man in the family. If you don't just treat him and give him food, who can help you then? You're confused. I'm old and should have died long ago. Why bother with me? What if?
They started not to give me medical treatment, but I still had money left..."
Mrs. Zhang's eyes were full of regret: "I shouldn't have followed you if I had known. Some people in the village also told me, but I was afraid of death, and I was also afraid that you would not make it on the road. Alas... I regret it."
Without money, the family was completely ruined. Everyone in the family was fighting for a few grains of rice. Thinking about this, Zhang Erya hurriedly said: "Mistress, you can eat it. I will make more money after you eat it."
Xia Village is hiring people to do work. I worked for six days before and gave them a lot of money."
Mrs. Zheng also nodded: "Mom, don't worry about eating. You and Dalang are both sick and don't know. Everyone in our village has gone to the government office to complain. I heard last night that this matter has been completed and the government office will give you points."
Rice grain."
Mrs. Zhang also heard a few words about this, but she didn't take it to heart. Someone would always say that she would sue the yamen, but what would be the result in the end? Everyone knew that money was given to the yamen.
Mrs. Zhang waved her hand: "From today on, there is no need to bring me food." Originally, she wanted to wait until after the New Year, and when her son's illness got better, she could carry her up the mountain even if she died, but now she thinks about it.
No need, it will take a day's worth of rice to last a day.
Hearing this, Mrs. Zheng and Zhang Erya became anxious, and they knelt down to pray together.
Zhang Erya didn't know how to persuade her mother. She heard a lot of things in Fengxia Village. The relocation of Fengxia Village was not easy. They also encountered bandits on the way. They relied on doing work for others and survived them all.
, the days are getting better and better. Uncle Fang, who took them there to do the work, said that as long as they can work hard, they will get better in the future.
But it seems it's too late.
The days she had to go to work were too short, and it coincided with the New Year.
Zhang Erya didn't want to watch her die of breast milk. The doctor said that her breast disease was not serious. Wouldn't this drag her to death or starve to death? Why? It's obviously not a fatal disease.
She really didn't know what to do.
"I'm getting married."
After a while, Zhang Erya said: "I... told the matchmaker that if I want to marry someone, I will marry a cripple from the village."
Although that man was five years younger than her father, had two sons, and was not in good shape, he gave her the largest betrothal gift. If she got married, there would be no need to die in the family.
The room suddenly became quiet.
Mrs. Zheng looked at her daughter blankly, her eyes turning red.
Mrs. Zhang, who was sitting on the kang, sighed for a long time: "If your father can't be good, you can marry again!" It's not that Mrs. Zhang loves her son, but this is the only male member of the Zhang family. If he leaves with her, what will the family do?
How can two women support each other? They will eventually get married.
Zhang Erya felt uncomfortable. She had seen the girls from the Zhao family busy doing things, and heard that many of the jobs in Fengxia Village were found by the girls from the Zhao family.
She also wanted to be that kind of person, but in the end she couldn't.
Zhang Erya sniffed and was about to agree to her breastmilk. As soon as he opened his mouth, he heard noise coming from outside.
"The imperial court has distributed rice grains, and every household has come out to receive them!"
This voice was shouted over and over again, and the Zhang family finally came to their senses. Zhang Erya opened the door first and ran out of the yard. Just as he was about to run towards the entrance of the village, he saw someone driving a donkey cart approaching.
There was a person sitting in the front of the car, the girl from the Zhao family.