The poor man grows watermelon

【Let's live together together】

Yujia Village is backed by the Yanshan Mountains, with a large lush bamboo forest in the southwest and endless fields in the east.

Yufeng's residence is built on the edge of the ground, separated from the village by some distance.

It should have been a busy season for farming, but the fields were all deserted.

The grain stalks stood crookedly in the soil, and the tassels were picked up by someone.The weeds are much higher than the crops, and most of them have produced seeds at this time, and I don’t know how many children and grandchildren they will grow in the coming year.

Su Ye looked at the wasteland in front of him and remained silent.

Yu Feng patted his chest and promised, "Tomorrow, no, today I will clean up the land, and we will plant water radishes and spicy cabbage heads, which will definitely be enough for a whole winter!"

Su Ye nodded silently, then turned to look at the thatched shed on the edge of the ground.

Yu Feng hurriedly said: "This shed used to be a melon watcher. Although it looks dilapidated, it is made of good wood, and the outside is painted with insect-resistant gum. The aunt and the others often come to clean it-I will fix it right away! "

Su Ye nodded, and said calmly: "Clean up the living quarters first, the weather may change in a few days."

Yu Feng responded quickly.

While Yu Feng was repairing the thatched shed, Su Ye found some large lumps of soil in the field - the wasteland had not been planted for many years, the soil was hardened, and lumps of soil bigger than an adult's fist could be seen everywhere.

Su Ye built them together piece by piece, but within the time of a cup of tea, they were built into a decent little stove.

In the shed, there are rice noodles, oil, salt, half a basket of eggs and a handful of leeks sent by the villagers, just enough for them to eat these days.

Aunt Su Hua originally wanted to ask them to have dinner at home, but Yu Feng refused because he was afraid that Su Ye would recognize his identity.

Aunt Su Hua brought over a small iron pot for them to cook by themselves.

According to the original memory, Su Ye judged that the current social situation and material level are roughly equivalent to those in the early Han Dynasty. Years of wars have caused the population to wither and the economy to decline. Presumably, the new ruler will take a series of measures to recuperate.

This is undoubtedly a good thing for the common people, and it is also a blessing for him, a newcomer who has just arrived.

With these thoughts in his mind, Su Ye didn't stop. Pieces of corn stalks were ready-made firewood. He lit them with flint, warmed the stove, and put the cleaned corn into the bamboo tube.

When the iron pot for cooking was rinsed out, there was only a small half of the water in the wooden barrel.

Su Ye stretched her neck and looked around—is there a river nearby?

Yu Feng has been paying attention to his situation, and said in a timely manner: "There is a well in the village, and the water volume is sufficient all year round. Don't worry about it. I will dig it after I finish eating."

Su Ye responded, feeling very at ease in her heart.

It seems that as long as there is this person, all problems can be solved.

-

After the shed was repaired and a warm meal was eaten, the sky turned dark.

There was no oil lamp at home, so the two had to go back to the shed early.

Only then did Su Ye realize that there was only one bed in the room.

For a moment, both of them were a little embarrassed.

Yu Feng took the lead and said, "Xiao Yezi, go to sleep on the bed. I have strong firepower. Just spread some thatch on the ground and make a mat."

It was foggy outside, and the thatch didn't have time to dry, so whoever slept couldn't stand it.

Su Ye shook her head and said, "Let's talk about it tomorrow, let's make do with it tonight, okay?"

Of course!

Yu Feng was overjoyed, and quickly tidied up the thatch with his hands and feet, spread out the mat, and looked at Su Ye with burning eyes.

It was nothing at first, but when Yu Feng looked at it like this, Su Ye felt a little unnatural for no reason.

As soon as Su Ye felt awkward, he would say mercilessly, "They're all men, what are you thinking about? Go to sleep!"

As he said that, he took the lead in lying on the side of the bed, and then, as before, he took off his outer shirt and put it on his body - he must go to the city as soon as possible, at least buy a quilt to keep out the cold.

Yu Feng quickly lay down and stretched out his long arms and legs, taking up two-thirds of the space.

Su Ye shrank back without a trace.

As if he didn't notice it, Yu Feng said worriedly: "It's not easy these days, auntie and the others must have taken out all the good things at home today, and they don't know what to eat in the next few days."

He paused, and continued: "Tomorrow I want to go to the mountains to hunt some wild animals, and improve food for everyone."

Su Ye was very moved when he heard it. This season is a good time for hunting, "Can you take me with you? I can shoot arrows, and my accuracy is not bad."

Yu Feng's chuckle came from the darkness, still in a hearty tone, "If Xiaoyezi is not afraid of hard work, you can follow along. There are many fungus in the mountains, so just pick some by the way."

Su Ye thought so too.

Looking at the drafty shed everywhere, he couldn't help but sigh with emotion: "I used to read about other people's life of hunting in the fields, and I was very envious. I didn't expect that one day I would experience it myself."

Yu Feng didn't answer for a while, and just when Su Ye thought he had fallen asleep, he spoke again, "Little Ye, if you can stay forever, I will be very happy."

"Are you inviting me to live together?" Su Ye asked jokingly.

Looking at the dark roof, Yu Feng murmured, "I lost my parents when I was three years old. I grew up eating a hundred meals in Yujia Village. I used to feel that I would starve to death someday. However, God did not let me starve to death.

"Later, when I was old enough to go to war, I always felt that I would not be able to come back the next day. Who knew... I was the only one who came back.

"The general said that I am a lucky person, and I will definitely live a good life in the future. I think the general is right. I met you as soon as I came back."

In the darkness, Su Ye raised his eyebrows, and said in a relaxed tone, "Listen, do you regard me as your 'trophy'?"

Yu Feng didn't say anything, he really thought so.

Su Ye sneered, and punched him in the stomach, "Where's the face, huh?"

Yu Feng grabbed his hand and giggled.

Outside the thatched shed, the dark clouds were blown away by the wind, revealing a bright silver hook.

Tomorrow, it must be a fine weather.

-

The next day, the two of them got up before dawn and prepared to go up the mountain.

However, as soon as he went out, he saw someone walking towards him.

"Hey, you, the village chief, live far enough away, so it's easy for us to find!"

The speaker was a black, thin, middle-aged man, the head of Xiaozhu Village in the southwest, whom Yu Feng knew.

Standing next to him were two people holding bamboo slips with pens and ink. They were very different from the mud-legged people in the village in terms of their clothes and demeanor.

Yu Feng rushed up to meet him and greeted him warmly: "Uncle Hou, why are you here when you are free? Where is this guest from? Please come inside."

Village Chief Hou smiled and waved his hands, "Not busy, not busy, these two are Mr. Huzheng and Mr. Huzuo from the county. They are here to check the population of our villages."

Yu Feng nodded—a lot of people were killed in the war, and more people fled to the mountains and became refugees. The new emperor ascended the throne, so there must be a new enumeration.

Village Chief Hou said with a smile: "I heard that you are the village chief of Yujia Village now, so I brought the two adults over here."

Yu Feng was a little puzzled - when did he become the village chief?

Aunt Su Hua walked over with a basket on her shoulders, and said naturally, "You are the only grown man left in the village. If you don't become the village chief, who will you be?"

After finishing speaking, regardless of whether Yu Feng had any objections or not, he said directly to Hu Zheng: "My lord, don't pay attention to him. There were originally 66 households in our Yujia Village, and they left after the war. Last year, there were fewer people due to the drought. Now there will be 210 households left, counting the old and the young, a total of [-] three, the village head is named Yu Mingfeng, you just write it down."

It is common for landless peasants to go into exile due to wars and droughts. Huzheng was not surprised at all, and wrote a series of handwriting on the bamboo slips leisurely.

Su Ye clearly saw that what he wrote was seal script.

Under the tutelage of Marquis Yong'an, Yuanchen read many books and could write very well. Now these skills are inferior to Su Ye.

When writing the name of the village head, Hu Zheng probably saw Yu Feng's reluctance, so he stopped writing on purpose and asked him what he meant with his eyes.

Aunt Su Hua stared at him with threatening eyes.

Yu Feng could only nod his head, and said with a bitter face, "The village chief is the village chief!"

Hu Zheng has a serious temper, and when he heard Yu Feng admitting it, he took advantage of the situation to write it down.

Hu Zuo is Hu Zheng's assistant, he doesn't look very old, but he is a talkative and friendly person.

He patted Yu Feng on the shoulder, and said familiarly: "Brother Yu, don't feel embarrassed, I have traveled so many villages with my lord, and I have seen everything.

"Just last month, in a village on the west side of the river, there was a ten-year-old boy who became the village head! There is no way, the former emperor was unkind, as long as anyone over ten years old was arrested and used as a young man, everyone Didn't come back, alas!"

Hu Zheng glared at him, and said in a deep voice, "Speak carefully!"

Hu Zuo chuckled, blinked at Yu Feng, and kept silent.

At this moment, Su Ye, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly said, "My lord, the word 'feng' in Yufeng means 'mountain', and I think it should be written like this—"

As he spoke, he picked up the stick and drew an ancient Chinese character "Feng" on the ground.

Huzheng didn't blame him for pointing fingers, but showed surprise, "You can write?"

Su Ye nodded.

It's no wonder that Hu Zheng was surprised. In this era, even some officials are illiterate, let alone rural peasants.

"No, my lord, what did he write? It's a bit weird." Hu Zuo looked at the writing on the ground and asked doubtfully.

Hu Zheng glanced at him and said expressionlessly, "This is official script, so you don't understand it."

The way he looked at Su Ye changed obviously, and his tone became a little more respectful, "The county magistrate is calling for documents to sort out the household registers, and he stated that he is looking for someone who can write official characters. I wonder if you are interested, sir?"

The clerk is a ninth-rank official under the county magistrate. Although the rank is low, he is awarded a serious imperial salary. Once selected, it can be regarded as a big promise for ordinary people.

Su Ye pursed her lips and said calmly, "I'm afraid not, I'm Shuang'er."

Hu Zheng's eyes flashed, he shook his head, "It's a pity."

Shuang'er cannot be an official.

Yu Feng looked at Su Ye with regret in his eyes.

Su Ye sighed secretly, this is the greatest enemy he will face - the shackles of the times.