Mr. Zhu restarted the long-interrupted compilation of county chronicles due to famine relief, and the once-deserted White Deer Academy once again took on a peaceful literary atmosphere. The fatigue and dust of traveling around had long since disappeared, but the terrifying shadow caused by hunger still lingered in his heart.
From time to time, the scene of people desperately crowded in front of the porridge pot at the restaurant was reflected in front of his eyes. Despite this, his heart still surged with the desire and anger for desk work.
The great famine ended naturally with a drenching rain. The villagers couldn't wait to break off the uncooked sticks from the green stalks, tore off the green leather clothes, and scraped the crumbly particles onto the chopping board with a razor blade.
A milk-like white juice overflows, and is smashed into a paste like garlic. Pour it into a pot, mix it with wild vegetables, and cook it. Some people put the tender core of the corn-wrapped cob on the stone, crush it, and put it in the pot. Village Alley
Every time it is time to eat, there is a sweet smell of tender rice juice. The faces of adults and children start to liven up after being nourished by the food, and the tone of conversation becomes tougher, even though there are still those extremely poor households who have to continue to pull dates.
Begging for food with wooden sticks, after all, what you get is real food. The wilderness presents a surprising scene, with endless airtight branches, stalks, stalks and leaves of black beans covering the fields, roads and
The trail was covered and submerged by lush green fields. This scene is unprecedented in people's memory. Nine times out of ten, there is a drought in Bailuyuan. Farmers only focus on wheat and rarely plant autumn crops. Cotton is also affected by drought.
Due to the weather conditions, there is almost no planting. After the wheat is harvested, the soil will be plowed. A two-foot-long wooden board with an iron blade will be used to plow the soil to allow the soil to be fully exposed to the sun in the dog days. When wheat is sown in the autumn, the soil will be
It is as loose and soft as fermented dough. In the entire vast wilderness, men only wear a short pair of trousers and wield shovels under the scorching sun. There must be a tile containing Saguo leaf herbal tea under the toon or elm trees at the edge of the field.
Jar. Someone couldn't bear the loneliness and shouted, and a melodious and rough chant of "Hey...yo...yo...hey..." was heard from near to far in the field. It was just a roar but no words...
…This year’s harvest has disrupted the production order in Bailuyuan. Farmers can’t wait for the wheat to be harvested next summer, so they all plant the autumn grain without discussing it. The sky showed its tenderness after it was cruel to the living beings.
There have been two or three drenching rains, and all the autumn grain fields have grown taller, flowers have bloomed, and the ears have set pods. The majestic and spectacular scene of the past years, when the ground was broken and the moon was broken, was no longer repeated. Everything.
The land was covered with autumn crops, and the farmers could not step into the fields, so they enjoyed the shade under the trees in the village lanes. Something strange happened in the leisurely leisurely months of farming. Someone suddenly recalled Mr. Zhu's kindness in helping people and mobilized everyone to donate money.
Beating gongs and drums, a plaque inscribed with "immeasurable merits" was brought to the academy. Mr. Zhu heard the gongs, drums and blunderbuss and walked out of the gate. When he found out the whole story, he lost his temper: "You just ate tender rice paste soup and you went blind."
What's the point of mobilizing troops and mobilizing people to engage in these flashy things? Besides, the relief food is allocated from above, not my family. I'm just distributing the food. How dare I accept such compliments?" After that, he closed the door and never came out. Those people
Suddenly he changed his mind and rushed to Mr. Zhu's hometown, Zhujiafan, carrying the golden plaque and beating gongs and drums. Mr. Zhu's son received him warmly and hung the plaque upright above the gatehouse. Then several villages followed suit.
, there is a temple fair in front of Mr. Zhu's house every few days, and it has the momentum to continue. After hearing the news, Mr. Zhu rushed back to his hometown, stopped his sons' stupid behavior, and removed all the gold plaques, large and small, hanging inside and outside the house.
Come down and stuff them into the rotten kiln where firewood is stored.
This incident somewhat interfered with Mr. Zhu's work of sorting out the disaster relief accounts, and he delayed for a few days before walking into County Magistrate Hao's office with a stack of detailed account books. County Magistrate Hao was very excited after receiving the stack of account books: "This is really '
"It's well-known by word of mouth." He immediately agreed with Mr. Zhu on a date to hold a banquet for him and the gentlemen who participated in the disaster relief. Mr. Zhu avoided answering and turned around to leave. He walked to the door and said, "If you find any doubts about the accounts, even if
Zhu has no taboos in pursuing the investigation." County Magistrate Hao pulled and pushed Mr. Zhu into the door and said, "I have something else to tell you." Mr. Zhu sat down. County Magistrate Hao said, "The New Year's Eve has passed.
, people's hearts have stabilized. The county government has a new national education department, and I would like to ask Mr. Zhu to come out." Mr. Zhu smiled and said: "You don't know that I am incompetent. I can just do some writing and calligraphy.
When I became an official, I was so timid that I couldn't eat during the day or sleep at night. A bird born like this can't wear a crown on its head - please forgive me." County Magistrate Hao didn't believe it at all: "This is untrue.
In this disaster relief, what Mr. Zhu did was well-known by both the government and the public. There is no shortage of insightful people in humble positions, but what is most lacking today is honest people." Mr. Zhu remained unmoved, shook his head and stated lightly: "
I will never force anyone in my life, and people should not force me. Things that are forced cannot be done well." After saying that, he stood up and left. County Magistrate Hao could not speak any more, and accompanied Mr. Zhu out with admiration and regret, and then
Put forward the opening words: "Then... you might as well take a day for us to gather together, so that I can say a word of thanks to you gentlemen on behalf of the hungry people." Mr. Zhu smiled but was very decisive: "No need. You have
My intention is to turn that money into food and distribute it to the beggars on the streets. Their harvest has not yet passed."
The compilation of the county annals has entered the most laborious stage. After identifying the questions and fallacies in the several versions compiled by previous generations, it is now necessary to carry out rigorous research. Regarding the historical evolution of the county, a large number of historical materials and classics need to be consulted, as well as the customs, customs and products.
For specialties, one needs to visit four villages and inquire. The biographies of dignitaries, literary talents, generals, loyal ministers and martyrs produced in the county in the past dynasties need to be verified. The birth and death dates and brief deeds of hundreds of martyrs and chaste women must also be verified.
, such a complicated matter has to be done separately by all the gentlemen. The most troublesome thing is the verification of the original landforms of the mountains, rivers and ridges of the county. Every ditch, every valley, every peak and every stream has to be surveyed, and surveyors with such specialized skills cannot be found in the provincial capital.
Go and invite. Mr. Zhu personally went to Xi'an, invited a chief, two auxiliaries and three surveyors, and hired three young farmers to help them carry their luggage and carry surveying tools, and then began to go to work on the mountains and rivers... Zhu
Mr. Zhu is determined to compile a new county chronicle that is the most detailed, accurate and reliable. It is undoubtedly an encyclopedia of Zishui County. The horror of the Great Famine gradually became a past event in the countryside and was recalled by the living. Mr. Zhu accidentally
In his sleep, he reappeared the scene of a crowd of thousands of people in a restaurant, like a group of extremely hungry wolves fighting for a piglet; sometimes when he was grabbing chopsticks and carrying a bowl, the face of a woman whose face was scalded by hot porridge suddenly appeared in front of him, which affected him.
The appetite... However, after all, it was just a shadow, and he became more focused on the compilation of county chronicles.
Mr. Zhu was surprised and delighted by Bai Ling's unexpected arrival. After having lunch in the backyard, Mr. Zhu walked to the front yard to read the manuscript. He saw a graceful female foreign student walking towards him, with short, black and shiny hair.
, wearing a moon-white short-sleeved shirt, a white folded skirt, a pair of green cloth shoes with round mouth, a pair of round eyes under the eyebrow-length bangs, and he called "uncle" with a smile. Mr. Zhu said
"Lingling, if you don't call me uncle, my uncle really doesn't dare to recognize you." Mr. Zhu led Bai Ling back to the backyard and quietly hinted: "Don't call me aunt first. Let's see if your aunt recognizes you."
"As he said this, he jumped up the steps first and said, "We have guests here." Mr. Zhu Bai opened the bamboo curtain and stood on the steps. He greeted her politely and kindly: "Please sit in the room." Her behavior and demeanor were as usual when welcoming Mr. Zhu.
Like all the admirers. Mr. Zhu added: "This is a distinguished guest from the provincial capital." Mr. Zhu Bai still smiled warmly: "They come from the same place. Please have tea in the room." Bai Ling shouted.
"Aunt, you really don't recognize me," he said, jumping up the steps and hugging Zhu Bai's shoulders. Zhu Bai was so shocked that she couldn't open her mouth from ear to ear: "Oh, Lingling..."
After sitting down, Mr. Zhu Bai held Lingling's arm and never let go. His gentle and kind temperament also changed. He kept asking where his niece lived, where to eat, where to study and other things that were on his mind. Mr. Zhu sat upright.
Unable to say anything, I looked at Bai Ling's eyes again and again. Those round and big eyes were a bit protruding. Although not as prominent as his father Bai Jiaxuan's, they still showed the Bai family's bulging eyeballs.
First of all, these eyes give people a powerful feeling, with a certain natural arrogance; this kind of arrogance is precious and rare for commanders, generals, and even heads of families, but for women of any class
It is not necessarily auspicious; there is a ray of arrogance in Bai Ling's eyes, but it is not as overflowing and exposed as his father or brother, but it is the support and dominance of his smart and smart eyes, so he is like a simple beauty or a simple beauty.
All vulgar women show differences; under the spinning wheel, on the loom, in front of the pot and behind the stove, no matter what, such a pair of eyes cannot be housed. I am afraid that no woman with such eyes will be found in the entire Bailuyuan. Mr. Zhu
Thinking this in my mind, the scene of seeing my wife Zhubai's eyes for the first time suddenly came to mind——
That day she was helping her mother Bai Zhao wash cloth by the pond. The white cloth weaved in the spring was put away until summer, and then she beat the walnuts and beat off the green skin, then spread it on a stone mill and rolled it into a paste, and then put it into a porcelain urn with the white cloth for retting.
Nest it up; after five to seven days, take it out and wash it in the waterlogged pond. The white cloth has turned into brown and black. This color will not change until the cotton cloth rots into strips. The second process is closely connected.
The cotton cloth with a base color is stuffed into the green mud of the waterlogged pond and then added color. The black and blue mud coats the cotton cloth with black, and then it can be made into the fabric for cotton jackets, trousers, jackets or trousers. At that time, Mr. Zhu
The passer-by pretended to be tired and hot from walking with the matchmaker, and went to the pond to take off the robe from his shoulders and wash his hands. The matchmaker quietly pointed to the woman under the honey locust tree with a knot on her waist on the left side of the pond.
The Great Flood Pond is surrounded by large and small honey locust trees, which are trees that reproduced from the honey locust kernels left behind by the women who used the honey locust for washing. At that time, Zhu Bai and his mother, Bai Zhao, put the last strands through the walnut trees.
The leather-dyed cotton cloth was taken out from the porcelain urn and placed, washed, rubbed, and twisted in the waterlogged pond. At that time, Lu San, the long-term worker, dug a pit half a person deep on the edge of the pond.
The black mud was fished out. Zhu Bai and his mother spread the brown-black cotton cloth they had just washed into the pit section by section. Lu San dug a shovelful of green mud and covered it. Mr. Zhu saw the woman rolling up her sleeves and exposing her face.
The strong white and tender little arms, the two hands were dyed as black and purple as lacquer by walnut skin, and the head with a thick braid was always lowered. Mr. Zhu pretended to find a place of clear water, but actually wanted to change the angle. Unexpectedly, under his feet
Stepping on the mud and almost falling, the mother and daughter raised their heads when they heard the laughter of the women around Lao Pond. Mr. Zhu saw her appearance at that moment, turned around, left Lao Pond and went to the official road, and said to the matchmaker:
"That's it. This is also the case if the horoscopes are incompatible."
Mr. Zhu was not attracted by her appearance but by her eyes. Previously, he had rejected four or five marriage proposals introduced by matchmakers without regret, because their eyes could not stand his glance. Mr. Zhu
He insists on a requirement to his father that any woman introduced to him by a matchmaker must be looked at with his back. He has seen seven or eight women introduced by four or five matchmakers, and none of them are because of the wrong family background or ugly appearance. As with Mr. Zhu,
After looking at it, he found that some eyes were big and dull, some were too charming, and some were vulgar. He couldn't tell exactly what kind of eyes he was looking for. When he saw the eyes of the eldest girl of the Bai family by the pond,
My heart trembled, and the hazy pursuit suddenly became clear: it is rare for a man to have both strength and softness to see a hint of tenderness in his eyes, while it is rare for a woman to have a hint of strength. When Mr. Zhu left from the edge of the pond, he categorically affirmed that even if he died suddenly halfway through his life
, this woman is fully capable of maintaining integrity, maintaining her family, and raising her children... Now, Zhu Bai's eyes are covered with fine wrinkles, becoming deeper, more upright, and more loving...
Mr. Zhu looked at Bai Ling's eyes, which seemed to be more lively than the eyes of Zhu Bai for the first time. He even felt that these eyes could rule the country and bring peace to the country by practicing martial arts. His silent and focused expression
Attracting Bai Ling's attention: "Uncle, you can't recognize me when you stare at me." Mr. Zhu smiled self-consciously and said, "Oh, uncle is here to meet you." Bai Ling became interested: "Uncle, you tell me my fortune."
Life is still miserable." Mr. Zhu said: "There is a black hole to your left. You must always be careful not to step into the black hole. Once you step over the black hole, you will have a happy journey." Bai Ling really took the question seriously.
, does a black hole mean a general disaster, or does total destruction mean an incurable disease, or does it mean being hanged with a black gun, blocking a dry well, or even committing suicide by hanging himself in a waterlogged pond? She pretended to be relaxed and indifferent: "Uncle, please explain clearly, I
It's good to be on guard." Mr. Zhu also smiled and said: "It's better to be on guard." Bai Ling wanted to ask what happened, but her aunt interrupted and said, "Don't listen to your uncle's random calculations. He is joking with you.
"She turned to her husband and showed a hint of reproach: "Young baby, what are you doing to her? Why are you pinching her and scaring her?" He deliberately changed the subject and asked about the business of the girl's leather goods shop. Mr. Zhu
After paying attention to his wife's look, he laughed: "I know that Lingling believes in Western learning and doesn't believe in gossip, so I deliberately made fun of her." Bai Ling said calmly: "Don't worry, aunt, I won't get scared. It's not just on my left side."
The black hole is full of traps in front of me and behind me, left and right. It can be said that the whole of China is now a big black hole, and we are all in this black hole."
Zhu Bai was most concerned about her niece's marriage. Now she finally got the opportunity to meet Bai Ling. She sincerely wanted to fulfill her responsibilities as an aunt in an attempt to loosen the knot between her brother Jiaxuan and her daughter: "Ling
Ling, why do you want to see your aunt today?" Bai Ling replied without hesitation, with a real squeamishness in his voice: "I have been thinking about my aunt every day for months. Good aunt, think about it, I have
You are the only relative left at home..." Mr. Zhu Bai was really moved by her niece. Mr. Zhu quietly left the dormitory and went to the study room in the front yard. Ms. Zhu Bai carefully considered the words and asked: "You and the second son of the Lu family
Still holding on." Bai Ling said in a frank tone: "In the early years, we were privately engaged for life. When we were young, we didn't understand anything. Now that we are older and understand the truth, we broke up when we felt it was inappropriate.
Yes, it's just that ordinary villagers and party members have some contact, and there is no more gossiping." Zhu Bai was very surprised when he heard that, Bai Ling talked about such an unethical and unnatural thing as a private life-long contract, and talked about this year's
Whether the crops are growing well or not is just as ordinary and without scruples, he can't help curling his lips and scolding: "Lingling, you are so thick-skinned." Bai Ling cried out aggrievedly: "Aunt, you asked me, I
I just told you. You asked me if I can coax you." Zhu Bai said: "Look at the way you talk about this matter, it's like drinking rice soup. Your face doesn't even turn red. You are not thick-skinned.
Bai Ling wiped her cheeks deliberately, stared at her aunt mischievously and said, "Aunt, you have forgotten that I have never blushed since I was a child." Zhu Bai was unmoved, and her words became more serious and hard: "If you don't blush, your father will."
But you are blushing, you are thick-skinned, but your dad is too thin-skinned, you are shameless, and your dad is the one who wants face." Bai Ling could no longer act coquettishly: "Aunt, I came to see you, but you scolded me." Zhu Bai
Still with a cold face: "Look at what I did. You can even abandon your parents and your mother, but you still care about me." Bai Ling was hit in the head and suddenly became at a loss. The kind and loving aunt suddenly became cold and stern.
Ru Tie suddenly felt heavy disappointment in his heart and was speechless. Zhu Bai said: "You have exposed your father's face with a note to break off the engagement. Do you know that?"
At the end of the twelfth lunar month, Bai Ling asked a classmate who had returned to his hometown to celebrate the New Year to send a letter to Wangcun's husband's family. The letter only said one sentence: Do you have to marry me to change your lives? Bai Ling used this to completely cancel the deal.
A marriage without any emotion, and she wanted to make a bitter joke on her son-in-law and Ah Gong, whom she had never met before. As for the outcome after sending this letter, she had no intention of caring about it. Her aunt was here to teach her this lesson.