Back To The Beginning Of Ming To Do Charity

It was bumpy and swaying all the way, Lin Yuan got out of the car and vomited twice, and finally reached his destination when he was about to vomit for the third time. The original wasteland has been driven out, and most of the fields have been planted with seeds. , Although Lin Yuan didn't know what he was planting—according to the words of his friends when he was studying, it was just that his limbs were absent and he didn't distinguish the grains, and he couldn't distinguish the rice and wheat when he threw it into the field.

Although this is a bit exaggerated, for example, Lin Yuan thinks he can definitely distinguish between rice and wheat, but it can be regarded as a relatively straightforward portrayal.

"My boss." The coachman jumped out of the cart, took down the step stool, and placed it on the ground.

Lin Yuan stepped on the step stool and walked down. He stood on this piece of land that belonged to him-he was now a small landlord.

If he has a son in the future, he can hold his son and say, "Son, look, this is the country your father and I laid for you."

This obviously won't work.

At this time it was dark, and only the sheds not far away could be seen through the moonlight. The sheds were almost all gathered together. There was a fire outside the sheds. There was a lot of firewood here. Just go up the mountain and cut it down. At this time, everyone was almost asleep. People work at sunrise and rest at sunset. There is no need to worry about starving and freezing to death, life is much simpler.

Lin Yuan didn't want to call them up during the rest, just to inform them that the owner has arrived, so the group went quietly to Zhuangzi, which is Lin Yuan's own residence.

Zhuangzi is not complicated, one in and one out, but it is very large and can accommodate many people.

This is probably the least luxurious landlord's house, but it is very practical and Lin Yuan is very satisfied.

Siniang and the others started to clean up, but time was limited and they couldn't make any tricks, so they cleaned up the house they were going to live in, made a little bit of visible places, and then began to make the bed.

"This bed is well played." Siniang touched. Although she is not a carpenter, life has given her experience.

Lin Yuan couldn't tell whether it was good or bad, and nodded pretentiously.

When Lin Yuan came here, he didn’t see a well. There was a river in front, but the river was muddy. If you use river water, you have to wait for the sand to settle, and then boil the clear river water on it. That’s too much trouble, so this evening Lin Yuan gave up washing his face and brushing his teeth, and climbed onto the bed without washing his feet.

Others are similar.

After sitting in the bullock cart for a day, the whole person was about to fall apart. Lin Yuan lay on the bed and asked two or two: "Two or two, when I was at home before, did I go to bed without washing my feet?"

Two or two whispered: "Yes, the young master will get tired, so he will get under the quilt after taking off his shoes."

Lin Yuan sniffed the air: "Fortunately, my feet don't smell."

Two or two: "Of course, the young master can't get to the ground, his feet don't sweat, of course it doesn't smell."

Lin Yuan despised him: "Speaking as if you would go to the ground."

Two and two proud: "My father said that being able to follow the young master is the virtue of my previous life, and I am lucky."

"Go to sleep." Lin Yuan let Twenty Two blow on the kerosene lamp.

The next morning, Lin Yuan was awakened by two or two. He slept too deeply. I didn’t know if it rained in the middle of the night. He woke up coldly in the morning. Lin Yuan touched his arm and asked two or two thicker cotton jackets. Come out to wear.

Twenty Two: "I went to see Uncle Li and Erye Yang early in the morning, and they were all waiting outside."

Lin Yuan put on his socks and thought, who is "your uncle"? The original uncle is here? A thousand miles away, just a little later than them, this man can tell the fortune? Can you figure out that he wants to buy Zhuangzi here?

"What about your uncle Yang?" Lin Yuan, "you say your name."

Two or two: "Hey, Brother Dao and Yang Zian."

Lin Yuan: "...then you just follow me and call them Big Brother Li and Brother Yang, don't be uncle and second, it's weird."

Twenty-two touched the back of their heads, wondering what was wrong.

Lin Yuan walked out of the room and saw Brother Dao and Yang Zian sitting in chairs.

These two seem to be more vicissitudes of life than when they were separated. After all, they have to go to the ground or supervise every day. The wind and sun makes it impossible to avoid vicissitudes. Lin Yuan first said hello, and then said, "The third brother said, the people in the north began to flee. Now, let us prepare early."

Brother Dao: "So fast?"

Yang Zi'an: "Don't be afraid of this. We are surrounded by mountains. We really want to have refugees and don't flee to us."

Brother Dao obviously didn't think so. He touched the stubble on his chin and said, "It's not necessarily. The refugees don't come here. Where's the bandit?"

Mountain bandits, as the name suggests, usually act on the mountains. Most of them are young or middle-aged people with vigorous stature, and they are not too tall, so they should be able to move through the woods.

These mountain bandits have now become a big trouble for the landlords here.

No one wants to be robbed. Although giving them food can make peace, but if you take out your own food, the pain in your heart is not enough for outsiders.

"We are here." Yang Zi'an dipped his finger in the water, squatted on the ground and drew a more random map, circled their own seats, "This is the official road, and there is only a small road through it. Business Way."

"Mountain bandits have robbed merchants and local big businessmen, but they never stay in the same place for long. We are like a valley here. There are no important roads and no famous big households. The bandits come only when they are full."

"The refugees will not run into the mountains, they will go to places where there are people, they must go to the city, if the refugees do come, Wucheng..."

Yang Zi'an sighed, "Accept them and Wucheng will be over. If you don't accept them, Wucheng will be over."

Lin Yuan and Brother Dao could understand what he meant.

When the refugees are accepted, there is not enough food in Wucheng, and the local residents don’t have enough food, and they have to be distributed to the refugees. By then, the conflict in Wucheng will be unprecedentedly fierce. They don’t think that under such contradictions, Wucheng can restore order. .

If there are more and more refugees, they will become more courageous when they gather together. In order to survive, they will definitely choose to take risks.

As long as the refugees arrive, no matter what Wucheng does, it will be wrong.

Lin Yuan sighed: "I will let the coachman return to Wucheng in three days and bring a letter to the third brother, so that if he finds a refugee, he can come directly."

Yang Zi'an also nodded: "Yes."

Brother Dao sat aside and didn't speak. He looked outside and sighed very lightly. He had a plot of a hero, a man of loyalty, and a sense of justice, but this was not something they could do as a hero.

In the face of the torrent of hunger and suffering, no one can resist and can only follow the current.

"Also ask the third brother to spread the news, so that the people next to you can also be more alert." Lin Yuan said, "call the brothers from Youzhuang and bring the guys over."

Once the refugees go south, they must hide themselves and live a long period of self-sufficiency.

Until the refugees disperse, or...