pastoral days

With the help of Wei Zian's mistakes, Zhang Ruiwen finally found the career he is currently striving for.Excited just thinking about it!

Song Gang and his wife knew that their son-in-law was going to write a book, and that was 1 support.Chang Ruiwen felt a little embarrassed by asking for help and giving all kinds of support.

He is not writing a masterpiece like Analects (limited level), but suddenly wants to write some story books, travel notes and so on.After all, he just went out to play, and he "bloats" every day, and more people can read the book.

The most important thing is that he can turn all kinds of fantasies in his mind into words in his pen.Even if others don't watch it, watching it later is a precious memory.

It has to be said here that Song Chaoyang and Wei Zian were relieved to know that Zhang Ruiwen was going to write a storybook and travel notes.Fortunately, Zhang Ruiwen didn't write interpretations of the Four Books and Five Classics, or Zhang Ruiwen's biographies, they really couldn't accept it.

With a goal in mind, Zhang Ruiwen devoted himself directly to his writing career.He is going to write a storybook first to practice his hands.

Everyone is looking forward to Zhang Ruiwen's first masterpiece, especially the memorabilia, intuition that there must be his own prototype characters in it.Thinking that I might "accidentally" spread it through the ages, I feel itchy in my heart.

The confidentiality of Zhang Ruiwen's writing is quite good, no matter who asks him what the main content is, he refuses one by one. "When you finish writing, you can read it for yourself. I can't tell you now, or I won't be inspired." Well, people are still very reasonable.

It's just that Song Zhaoyang asked some questions while Zhang Ruiwen was unconscious when the two were in-depth exchanges.I got gossip: It tells about a couple in Haicheng, living an ordinary and happy life.Highlights: The protagonists are called Song Wen and Zhang Yang (a bit shy).

Song Chaoyangguang's name sounds very beautiful, and he even showed off to everyone in private while Zhang Ruiwen was away.It made everyone's heart itch, but they didn't know if they were in it.I want to be able to be active on paper.

Zhang Ruiwen's writing progress is not fast. He can write a lot at once when he is inspired, and sometimes he doesn't want to write all afternoon.Just a sudden smirk sometimes.But it's really fun every day.

Zhang Ruiwen is living happily now. Sometimes he works with Song Lai, tastes delicious food, and sometimes goes back to Zhang's mansion to see his little nephew. These days are really beautiful.

This summer is very strange, the sun is diligently hanging in the sky every day, and there is no lazy day.The crops without rain are a bit listless.The villagers were anxious and full of anger.

Although Song Chaoyang's family only had a few acres of land, the whole family was worried.After all, a bad harvest can affect the whole body.

"Chaoyang, you have stockpiled more food at home recently, the harvest will definitely not be good this year," Song Gang instructed.

"Yeah, okay. I know my father." Although Song Zhaoyang hadn't experienced drought in ancient times, he could think of it.The output of ancient crops was low, plus taxes and a lot of people's mouths.

Originally, one year of hard work was just enough for the family's rations, and some money could be exchanged for some money if the harvest was good, but when a disaster struck, the social situation immediately revealed its true shape.Many families have tightened their belts to live, and even sold their children and daughters just to survive.

Song Chaoyang and Zhang Ruihua came to the Zhangjialiang Store, and sure enough, there was a huge crowd of people queuing up.Experienced people know that this year's grain production will definitely be less, so before the grain price is unacceptable, buy a batch first and stock up.Because the Zhangjia grain shop has not raised prices at present, and other places have raised prices, so there are extraordinarily many people.

After Zhang Ruihua ordered people to send the grain for the next autumn harvest to the Zhang family and the Song family respectively, he went to the grain store in person.There are too many people, and accidents are easy to happen.

The situation is worse than imagined.The weather is still so hot, the water flow of the small river in the village is getting less and less, and the water in the well at home has also dropped a lot.Now everyone in the family goes to water the crops in the field manually.

The sun was scorching, and there was a man bending over to water the dry land.But everyone has no complaints.After all, this may be the life of the family.

"Brother Song, let me go with you." The Song family has little land, but they still need to join the watering army.Everyone unanimously kept Zhang Ruiwen and Wei Zian at home. They looked like two exquisite young masters, so they didn't need to suffer.Besides, if the two of them are sick now, they will be even more busy.

No matter what everyone's reasons were, it was obvious that neither Wei Zian nor Zhang Ruiwen could accept it.Even the elders have gone out to work, and they rest at home, so they can't do it.Besides, they are still curious about farming, and they all know the suffering, but they still want to experience the degree of suffering.

In the end, Zhang Ruiwen and Wei Zian went together.

Song Zhaoyang and Song Gang went to the river to carry water back and forth, and the rest started watering.In the beginning, Zhang Ruiwen was a little fresh, and he was full of passion.In less than half an hour, I couldn't take it anymore.My back hurts and it's too hot.Due to regular exercise, Wei Zian's situation is much better than Zhang Ruiwen's.

"Xiaowen, go under the big tree and rest for a while, and come back when you're not tired." Song Lai looked at Zhang Ruiwen's flushed face and said hurriedly, feeling distressed.

"Father, I'm not tired. I'll do it with you, this will be over soon." Zhang Ruiwen forced a smile while resisting the pain in his body.I deeply reflect on myself, and there are too many things wasted in the past.So guilty.

After several people returned home, Zhang Ruiwen breathed a sigh of relief and collapsed on the bed.Too tired to talk.

"Xiao Wen, are you exhausted today? Do you want to take a bath?" Song Chaoyang looked at Zhang Ruiwen who was loveless on the bed and asked hurriedly.

"I don't think about it, I just... want to lie like this all the time..." the intermittent voice came.I feel like I'm sweating a lot, and I can't sleep without taking a shower.Zhang Ruiwen looked sadly at the top of the bed.

"Come on, let me wash you. I'll give you a massage after washing, or you won't be able to get up tomorrow." Song Zhaoyang walked towards the bed.

"Brother Song, why aren't you tired? But everyone seems to be not as tired as I am..." He remained motionless.

"Take a shower, it's a waste of water to take a bath now." Song Chaoyang watched Zhang Ruiwen play a rogue, picked him up, and went to take a shower.

"Brother Song... so tired! Farming is so tiring, and you can't make much money." A voice came from beside him with emotion.

"Our family has little land, so we're done today. Look at other people's houses, and they have to go at night. It's not that they are not tired, but they don't dare to be tired. Many people in the village have no other income, so they rely on God to reward them with food..." Song Chaoyang said realistically.

"It's so pitiful..., that good weather doesn't happen every year." The voice was a bit unbearable.It's so tragic.

"Yes, in fact, we can't blame God entirely. No one has improved the seeds and planting methods of food, and everyone's output is too low." Song Zhaoyang unconsciously thought of the modern era, mainly because he missed Grandpa Yuan Longping too much.

"Seeds? The planting method has an impact on the yield," Zhang Ruiwen asked suspiciously.He hadn't heard such a statement.

"Of course there is, think about it. The crops produced in each person's field are different, so it can't all be a matter of whether the land is fertile or not. Besides, if you look at different people, the children they have are different, which means that the seeds are still the same. It's very important." Song Zhaoyang didn't know much about farming, but just learned a little bit of theory at noon.I vaguely remember the hybrid theory in the book.

"That's right, how do you make the seeds better? How do you plant the land?" Zhang Ruiwen's hidden schoolmaster attributes came out again.Ask questions right away.

"Of course I won't do this. It's good food and the offspring of good food. Passing it down from generation to generation will eventually produce good seeds," Song Zhaoyang said uncertainly.If he could, he would have gone to benefit the people long ago.

"Oh, then..." Zhang Ruiwen felt that there were still many questions.Before asking, Song Zhaoyang sealed his mouth. "Little ancestor, don't ask, you really know this."

After Song Zhaoyang experienced both visual and mental stimulation, he finally washed Zhang Ruiwen off safely and put him on the bed, Zhang Ruiwen had long since fallen into a deep sleep.

He touched Zhang Ruiwen's smooth little face.He went to bed, hugged him in his arms, and fell asleep happily.

The sun is still so hot, and everyone's hearts are roasted under the sun every day.The water in the creek is getting less and less, and the price of food outside is getting higher and higher.The Zhang family's grain has been sold out, and the grain shop is closed.

There is no food, and the restaurants outside have basically closed down.Song Chaoyang helps the Song family water the village every day.Although the reduction in production this year will be more serious, it can be saved a little bit.Everyone is working in the fields, and in the hot summer, there is a sad atmosphere in the air.

Until Zhang Ruihua arrived at Song's house at night. "Chaoyang, there is a severe drought in the state capital next door and we have encountered locusts. It is estimated that there will be no crops. Now a large number of refugees are coming to our side. Your family must be prepared." Zhang Ruihua came to Song Chaoyang's house to say something when he received the news.

Refugees, terror exists.Otherwise, poor people must have something to hate.These refugees, in order to survive, left their hometowns.Relatives left one by one on the journey.Gradually, most people will give everything in order to survive.Burn, kill, loot, loot as long as you can live another day.

Before refugees come, they need to prepare.

This is the main purpose of Zhang Ruihua's coming to find Song Chaoyang today.They made good arrangements for their family, not to mention that Mo Xuelian was about to give birth.As a father-to-be, he was about to die in a hurry.

"Brother Hua, really? This can be said to be worse!" Song Zhaoyang thought deeply.This world is getting more and more difficult.

"Yes, just in case. If refugees enter the city on a large scale, the consequences will be serious. My father means that several families will live together, so that we can have a caretaker. You all move to Zhang's mansion to live for a while." Zhang Ruihua said in a low voice.

"Yes, everyone should live together, but you and your father should all move to my house. The house is enough, and by the way, there is also my grandfather, and I need to find a midwife." Song Zhaoyang said after thinking for a while.

"Why?" Zhang Ruihua was a little puzzled.

"Think about it, if there is a riot, the Zhang family will be a big family in the legend. How many refugees are there in the county and how many refugees are in the village. It is obvious that the village is safer."

"That's right. I'm going back to discuss with my father. I have to hurry up. The refugees are about to pour in." Zhang Ruihua left in a hurry after speaking.