One person and one horse slowly arrived outside Qinjiazhuang.
The fish pond full of water is sparkling and quiet. Next year, lotus roots will be planted, some fish will be raised, and some ducks and geese will be raised. It will be full of vitality and full of hope. When the lotus blooms, people will come to fish and go outing.
The farmhouse model is another big profit, which is much better than growing wheat.
However, fish are prone to diseases, so you have to plant some willow trees. Willow bark contains natural salicin, which can treat fish enteritis, gill rot, red skin disease, etc. But not too many, as too much will be counterproductive. You can also plant some paper mulberry and paper mulberry.
Its seeds, leaves and skin are all medicinal materials, and the milky white sap secreted has a strong detoxifying effect and can also prevent various fish diseases.
Qin Huaidao was walking and thinking, and unknowingly he came to the river. The horses stepped on the stone bridge, making a clattering sound. The women who were washing clothes by the river recognized Qin Huaidao, and they all stood up and saluted, with gratitude in their eyes. During this time
Everyone eats meat, has money, and has hope in life.
After entering the village, a guard came up to greet him. Qin Huaidao waved his hand and told everyone to hurry up. He walked around and soon saw a collapsed thatched house. Several people were cleaning it. He clamped his legs and urged the horse forward and asked: "What's going on?
thing?"
"Little Lord."
Everyone hurriedly saluted, and a lean man stepped forward and explained: "Young Master, the wind was strong last night and the house collapsed. Everyone came to help clean it up and dig out the utensils buried inside."
"Did anyone get hurt?"
The other party looked sad and didn't answer.
Qin Huaidao knew at a glance that the situation was not good. He got off his horse and stepped forward and asked, "How many are injured? Is it serious?"
"My dad is gone!" The lean man couldn't bear it any longer. He knelt down and covered his face, crying bitterly.
Although the house is dilapidated, it is a place to stay. Without the shelter of the house in the cold winter, it is impossible to survive. Now that the old man in the family has gone, adding insult to injury, how can the lean man survive?
"Aye!" A child ran over with a dirty face. He was only wearing a single piece of clothing and his feet were wrapped in weeds. His lips were purple from the cold and he was shivering. He shouted anxiously: "Aye!"
cry!"
"Okay, don't cry, good boy, Aye, don't cry, let's live well!" The lean man wiped away his tears and looked at his child, with a glimmer of hope and sustenance in his collapsed heart.
Qin Huaidao was heartbroken. He couldn't afford to delay building houses and heating. The weather would only get colder and colder. If there was another heavy snowfall, it would be even worse. Damn Cui Shihai, if they hadn't threatened and assassinated him, there wouldn't have been a shortage of coal.
There are bricks to build houses and coal to heat. Now we can only start over.
"Young Master!" Huang Lao came in a hurry.
"How many houses were destroyed last night? How many people were injured?" Qin Huaidao asked.
"Six families were destroyed, three were killed and four were injured. A doctor has been invited."
"After the announcement, one representative from each household will gather in front of the ancestral hall. I have something to say, so hurry up." Qin Huaidao explained, leading the horse towards the ancestral hall, with a heavy heart.
Not long after, I saw another collapsed thatched house in front of me, and the situation was even more serious. A woman threw herself on a dead man and cried loudly, as if the end was coming. There were people nearby trying to persuade her, but it was of no use. The man in the family was the mainstay. Now,
The backbone is gone, and the home is gone.
Qin Huaidao stepped forward and saw that the deceased was dirty, as if he had just dug it out of the soil, and his face was cyanotic, as if he had been suffocated to death. A boy of fifteen or sixteen years old was digging the soil frantically, eager to dig it out.
No matter who tried to dissuade him, it was useless, his hands were full of blood.
An adult man went up, hugged the young man, took a few steps back, threw the young man in front of the deceased and shouted: "Kneel down and kowtow to you!"
"Aye!" The young man cried loudly and kept kowtowing, and blood soon overflowed from his forehead.
Qin Huaidao stepped forward to help him, but the young man didn't even look at who it was. He struggled to break free, kowtowing like crazy, Qin Huaidao had to use some force, and the young man was lifted up completely. He was so angry that he wanted to take action. When he saw that it was Qin Huaidao, he quickly stopped struggling and his expression changed.
Sad, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he couldn't say a word.
"Boy, from today on, you are the pillar of this family."
"Yes!" The young man nodded vigorously, his red eyes regained their clarity and gained a sense of responsibility.
"Everyone, help carry the person to the ancestral hall. I have something to say." Qin Huaidao shouted to everyone.
"Here!" Everyone bowed one after another.
Qin Huaidao engraved this tragic scene in his mind, feeling extremely heavy. He led the horse away, hurriedly came to the vicinity of the ancestral hall, tied the horse to a tree, and saw several women preparing dinner, wearing thin clothes and freezing
He was shivering, and from time to time he stretched out his hand to roast himself on the fire.
"Why don't you wear more clothes?" Qin Huaidao stepped forward and asked.
Everyone saluted in panic, and a woman explained: "Young Master, many people in the village have no clothes to wear, so we... gave them clothes."
As soon as he spoke, Qin Huaidao's heart hurt and he said, "Someone go and ask Mingyue to come over."
"I'll go." The other party ran away quickly.
"You... have worked hard!" Qin Huaidao didn't know what to say, and he felt uncomfortable in his heart. He hated Cui Shihai and the Cui family more and more. They were not the ones hindering them. They had already started building a house and had coal stoves for heating. Why would this happen?
"Young Master!" Xue Rengui came out of the ancestral hall.
"We were looking for you."
As he spoke, Qin Huaidao took off the bag of silver from his horse and walked into the ancestral hall. When Uncle Jia and others were not seen, he asked, "Where are Uncle Jia and the others?"
"I'm watching everyone making clay pots."
"Help me run around and ask everyone to come over." Qin Huaidao said, putting the bag in the corner, piled it with other coins, and sat down by the bonfire, filling in some dry wood to make the fire brighter.
Not long after, the bright moon came in a hurry.
"Sit down and talk." Qin Huaidao pointed to the low stool next to him.
"I don't dare, just keep standing as a civilian girl, as the young master orders!"
Qin Huaidao did not insist and asked: "The total number of people in Qinjiazhuang, old and young, is about one thousand, and they all lack winter clothes. We are going to give each person one as an emergency. We also purchase some fabrics. You will make them for everyone after hard work. The size depends on you."
Measuring them one by one, is there any problem?"
"It's better not to buy ready-made clothes, just the fabric. Sisters, hurry up and finish the work in a few days."
"No, buy one emergency first. No more people can die in Qinjiazhuang. You need to make the other one to help save some money. You can immediately organize everyone to inquire about the size and register. We will leave for Chang'an and the city gate in a while.
We can still make it back before it closes, it’s going to be another cold day tonight.”
"Understood, let's go now. The daughter of the people thanks the young master for his kindness on behalf of the sisters." Mingyue saluted gratefully, and when Qin Huaidao had no other explanation, he hurried away.
After a while, Jia Youcai led some people back in a hurry, and other people from the village also hurried over under the leadership of Huang Lao, crowding the entrance of the ancestral hall. There were too many people, and the ancestral hall could not accommodate it. Qin Huaidao walked out and jumped on a square table.
It is convenient for everyone to see, and it is also convenient for everyone to see.
"Uncles, please be quiet," Qin Huaidao shouted. Seeing everyone huddled together in coldness, he felt that if he ignored them, not more than 70% of them would be able to survive this winter. He suddenly felt that he had a heavy responsibility.
There can be no further delay, the coal must be transported back, no matter who jumps in to stop it.
Gods stop and kill gods, demons stop and kill demons!