Traveling through books: Traveling through time with a golden finger to become a soft rice man

Someone added: "Cotton is planted in spring and harvested in autumn, just like water from afar cannot quench thirst in the near future."

At this time, someone murmured: "If the shops in the county are still open, maybe they can find a boss to work and earn some monthly money to support themselves."

"There are only so many shops in our county, how can we feed them all?"

Everyone discussed for a long time but could not come up with a solution. If the number of refugees was small, their method might work, but the problem was that there were too many refugees.

Seeing this, Li Zheng said: "It's getting late, let's all disperse. Let's go home and think of our own ideas. Let's continue here tomorrow."

In the end, the villagers left unhappy, with frowns and frowns on their faces when they left.

Yang Yuanzu and his wife were close to Uncle Yang's house, so they went back together.

Normally everyone would chat with each other enthusiastically, but today everyone was silent.

Suddenly Yang Yuanzu broke the silence: "I don't know how long the wall in Fengping Village can last?"

Several other people became even more worried after hearing this. In order to save costs, they used local materials, such as earth, stone and wood.

After walking away from Uncle Yang at the intersection, Lin Ting'an said happily: "Fortunately, the wall of our house is made of blue bricks." After saying this, he became sad again.

Yang Yuanzu touched the other party's head. Lin Ting'an, who had always been high-profile in special times, lowered his profile. He no longer wore a gold hairpin or jade hairpin on his head. He only tied up his hair with a simple hair tie, with a hairpin stuck next to it. An inconspicuous black pigeon hair hairpin.

Without gold and silver hairpins to touch his hands, Yang Yuanzu stroked Lin Ting'an's hair twice.

Lin Ting'an hurriedly stopped Yang Yuanzu's troublesome hand and said: "You have messed up your hair style!" After saying this, he gave Yang Yuanzu an angry look.

"My little brother will get wrinkles if he frowns." Yang Yuanzu joked.

When Lin Ting'an heard this, he quickly stroked his eyebrows. He was only one year younger than his husband. Her husband was in his prime at thirty years old, while he was a yellow-faced husband at the age of thirty. The age crisis suddenly defeated the refugee crisis.

After the meal, Yang Yuanzu and Chen Lin went to Li Zheng's house while listening to An apply the facial mask. The two of them discussed it in the house for a long time, and finally called Li Da and Li Er from the transportation team.

When they came out, everyone looked solemn.

During the meeting on the second day, everyone still looked dejected. Li Zheng glanced at Yang Yuanzu, and the two of them looked at each other. Li Zheng said seriously: "The consequences of continuing to allow the refugees to gather outside the village will be disastrous. The situation in the county will be disastrous." I think everyone knows that now we can only take strong measures to drive these people away to avoid larger gatherings."

Li Zheng was silent for a few seconds and continued: "We can't save these people. If we don't drive them away, it's our own family members who will suffer in the future. I believe everyone doesn't want to see such a situation."

"Yes, who is not a poor person these days?"

"Some refugees are brutal, burning, killing, and looting. I don't want my family to be destroyed."

"Sir, how can we drive them away?"

"How the policemen defend the city, we will defend the village!"

This meant using knives and guns, but the simple villagers hesitated.

Someone in the crowd took the lead and said, "If you don't stand up to protect your home, how can you expect others to come? The court? Now you don't even know where the county magistrate is!"

"Count me in!"

"Count me in too!"

"I'm coming too!"

"Xi Xiaolang, you're just a little brother, don't come and join in the fun."

"Brother, what's the matter? Our boss Yang said that girls can hold up half the sky!"

Even when everyone looked over, Yang Yuanzu said hurriedly: "They can be responsible for the logistics."

Seeing this, Li Zheng added: "In order to avoid casualties and not intensify conflicts, we just need to drive them away when the time comes." After saying that, he glanced at the female friends in the village, and then said: "Hurry up. The refugees need a lot of bows and arrows, so we need the help of female friends. There is no iron in the village and we can only use wood to sharpen arrows. At the same time, farm tools with iron can also be used as weapons."

Li Zheng and Yang Yuanzu had discussed this matter. The refugees had not received professional training, and due to their long-term lack of food and physical strength, their defense methods were still feasible.

Li Zheng continued to shout: "The transportation team of the textile factory has been fighting bandits for a long time. Everyone will train with the transportation team!"

When everyone heard this, they surrounded the men in the transport team and asked anxiously: "We don't know how to shoot. I'm afraid it will be difficult to practice archery in such a short time."

Li Da, the captain of the transportation team, stood up and said: "We don't need the skill of archery, we just need to drive away the people at the door. You can definitely train with me for a few days!"

A group of kids came over and yelled, "We can use slingshots!"

"Children, go away, have you finished the homework assigned by Master?!"

When the children heard this, they immediately became angry and dispersed.

After Li Zheng handed over the matter to his son, he came to Yang Yuanzu and said: "I was originally worried that everyone would quarrel if they were not united, but I felt a lot more relaxed when I saw that everyone was so united."

Yang Yuanzu unfolded the small wooden folding stool he brought and sat down: "Basically every family in the village has someone working in the factory, and everyone knows each other. Besides, the factory often conducts team awareness training for them, and now everyone On a boat, it depends on them whether the boat can run far or not." Yang Yuanzu said while looking at the villagers.

Suning cleverly offered his folding stool to Li Zheng.

The stool is made up of two rectangular wooden frames crossed together, with a thick piece of cotton and linen cloth installed on the upper side.

Li Zheng tinkered with the stool and asked, "Did you make it newly?"

Yang Yuanzu held a root of dogtail grass in his mouth and nodded.

Li Zheng put the stool on the ground, sat on it and tried it. His eyes flashed and he asked tentatively: "You haven't told the wooden boss in the county about this stool yet, have you?"

Yang Yuanzu shook his head, took off the dog's tail grass, looked at Li Zheng and said, "Uncle Li Zheng wants to do this folding stool business?"

Li Zheng said slowly: "My dear nephew, you see this wealth is not going to outsiders. Boss Mu already has enough styles of wood, at least give some to our own people."

Yang Yuanzu analyzed: "It's possible, but the manpower, technology, and folding stool can easily be copied by others. Does Mr. Li Zheng have any countermeasures?"

Li Zheng narrowed his eyes and smiled and said: "This stool looks simple and easy to make and easy to use. As for the manpower, we will recruit it from the village. If there are not enough, we will recruit from outside. And the most important thing is counterfeiting... How did you and Boss Mu do it? You can make it some way, I’ve already thought of a name, let’s call it Fengping Brand Folding Stool, how about 50/50 of the money you make?”