Farmhouse is so old

Tang Qing recruited a large number of people for land reclamation this time, so that the refugees and victims in the town, as well as some beggars, had a job to fill their stomachs, and the law and order in the town improved a lot.

Tang Qing has always liked to pack rice, because many people choose not to eat to save money on food, and work hungry. If you pack rice, you can reduce the situation by a few percent, but there will still be some people who secretly leave a few steamed buns Take it home.

There was nothing Tang Qing could do about it. Even if he doubled the meal for everyone, some people would be reluctant to eat it. Seeing their ragged clothes, hungry and dragging their families along, Tang Qing felt uncomfortable, but He's only capable of so much.

The food in the space was almost enough. Before he came back due to disasters in other places, he hired some boats and donated a lot anonymously. Except for the prefect of Lu, he even took a few boats home.

But these sacrifices are worth it. Now many homeless people around the wasteland have set up straw huts to settle here. With the wages and food given by Tang Qing, it is not a problem to make ends meet, so the refugees are very grateful Tang Qing, without him there is no hope of living.

It was too hot, and Zhou Qing and the others helped boil more than a dozen big pots of mung bean soup. The ox cart had to be pulled two or three times before it was finished. Each person could get a bowl at most. I really couldn't find any more. Mung beans are gone.

Tang Qing didn't dare to let Zhou Qing go out. He only dared to let him stand aside while the porridge was cooking, but he didn't dare to let him go. Fortunately, Zhou Qing knew how to measure, and just watched and moved his mouth.

"My lord." Tang Qing was delivering porridge to everyone, when a middle-aged man in his early 30s came over to say hello to him.

Tang Qing looked up at him. He was wearing a long gown. He was a well-mannered man with a reputation. However, his face was weathered and his clothes were washed white and there were many patches on them. He was a little embarrassed when facing Tang Qing, but his face was calm.

"Sir, what's the matter?" Tang Qing also nodded politely to him, and stood aside, waiting for his next words.

"My lord, you are welcome. At home, Song Chengyun, this is the dog Song Wenhu." Song Chengyun slightly bent over and introduced to Tang Qing respectfully. While talking, he pulled out a ten-year-old boy from behind. The child was a little dying. , Shrugged his ears, bowed his head.

Seeing his son like this, Song Chengyun twisted his ears, and preached with some disappointment and helplessness: "Wenhu, salute the Sir."

Only then did Song Wenhu raise his head and glance briefly at Tang Qing, and gave Tang Qing a polite salute: "Hello, Sir."

"You child." Song Chengyun sighed when he saw that his son was so incompetent, and then greeted Tang Qing with a smile: "My lord is not sensible, please forgive me."

"It's nothing, it's nothing." Tang Qing waved his sleeves and didn't care. His eyes scanned the father and son back and forth. It's normal for a child who is at odds with his father during adolescence.

"What are you looking for?" Tang Qing took out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat off his face. His clothes were too thick and the weather was too hot, so he sweated every now and then, and he felt helpless.

Song Chengyun looked around, welcomed Tang Qing under the shade of a tree, and then spoke to him.

It turned out that this Song Chengyun had fled from Lincheng, and his family members went there because they all fell ill too early and did not receive timely treatment. He and his son finally escaped from Lincheng and came to Wenshui County to settle down. When he was sick, he didn't bring much money with him when he was fleeing. In the end, he could only sit outside the medical hall with the sky as his seat and the ground as his seat. He thought that medicine and stones had no cure, but Tang Qing finally healed everyone and made father and son live again. down.

The penniless father and son have been squatting in the dilapidated temple to survive after recovering from their illnesses, while Song Chengyun came out to find some odd jobs, such as helping some illiterate people to read and write letters, etc. Too little is not enough to support the father and son, especially when Song Wenhu is growing up, he is hungry every day.

He came here just as Tang Qing was recruiting workers, but he was a scholar and couldn't do much physical work, so he came to ask Tang Qing if he needed an accountant.

After Song Chengyun finished speaking, he bowed deeply to Tang Qing. Even if Tang Qing didn't need the accountant, he should pay back the gift if he cured the father and son.

After hearing his self-recommendation, Tang Qing's eyes lit up.Zhou Qing is pregnant and he is worried that he will not be able to find someone to take over his job. Is this just right? Judging by his face and behavior, he does not look like a cunning and treacherous person. He is barely credible and remains to be seen.

"Since my husband recommended himself, I will not hide it from him. There are still some naughty nephews in my family. If my husband is interested, can I be a teacher at home. I will definitely not treat my husband badly."

When Song Chengyun heard what Tang Qing said, his heart was moved. Originally, being an accountant was just an excuse for him. As long as he could have a relaxing job that would allow him to use his skills and support his son, he would be satisfied. Being a teacher is just what he wants .Firstly, he can support the father and son, secondly, he can also prepare for the imperial examination in his spare time, and thirdly, Wenhu is not too young, so it is time to urge him to study hard, killing three birds with one stone.

Thinking of Song Wenhu, Song Chengyun's eyes half-closed. His wife's pampering before taught him so badly. He didn't study hard all day long, and went to learn Laoshizi's hunting and playing with Shangzhi.Once his first wife left, he had no intention of remarrying. There was only one son in his life. If he didn't discipline him strictly, he might not know what he would be like in the future.

For Song Wenhu, Song Chengyun somewhat hated iron but not steel, but the matter has come to this point, I only hope that the remedy has yet to be remedied, otherwise it will be difficult to face the deceased wife and ancestors under the nine springs in a hundred years.

Tang Qing asked him to be a teacher in order to investigate him a lot. He was still a little worried that an outsider was suddenly in charge of the family's account books.It happened that the children at home, he had taught almost everything that should be taught, and it was time to hire a teacher for the deeper things, so that he could spend more time with Zhou Qing.

I heard that pregnant people are the most prone to lose their temper. Zhou Qing has no tendency to develop in this direction, but it is always good to be prepared.

"Then thank you Sir." After Song Chengyun thanked Tang Qing, he dragged Song Wenhu back to pack his things.

The dilapidated temple where they originally lived was already crowded with people, and the Song family father and son did not want to be crowded with so many people, so they built a simple thatched hut around the wasteland with others. It was not big enough to sleep two people. Down.

Some wearable clothes were spread on the hay to avoid the shavings from the hay, and the rest of the overcoats were used as bedding. No matter how hot the weather was, it was always cold in the middle of the night, and the rest was brought out by Song Chengyun Some books are well wrapped in bundles, it can be seen that he cares about them.

A sling of copper coins was dug out from the soil under the hay, not more than a hundred. They were all earned by the two of them these days, and they dared not carry them with them for fear of losing them. This was their last savings. It will not be used as a last resort.

If Tang Qing doesn't use him, he will find a way to save money. He can't let his son live in this kind of place all the time. He has already asked about it. Renting a small room in the town only costs about [-] yuan a month. Anyway, I don't have to sleep in this kind of place that can't shelter from the wind and rain, and I'm worried all day long.

Then go out and find a serious job, life can always go on, I didn't expect Tang Qing to be so talkative, I thought it would be difficult for everyone, and sure enough, people should not underestimate themselves too much.

"Clean up, let's change places to go to Lord Sir's house." Song Chengyun pulled Song Wenhu to help him clean up. Although there were not many things, they were all brought out by their escape, and everything was very valuable.

"Oh." Song Wenhu agreed, he was still the same, and he couldn't get up the energy to pack his things.

"I went to the Lord's house, but I can't do this anymore. Your father and I found this job with great difficulty. You don't mess it up and make people unhappy, otherwise you can only come back and continue to sleep in this broken shed."

Before leaving, Song Chengyun was still a little worried about Song Wenhu and told him repeatedly.

"Also, you will also go to school in the future. Our Guangzong Yaozu is counting on you, and your mother is also watching you underground. Don't embarrass your mother, listen to your father, and don't use knives and guns in the future. Go hunting like others, if something happens to you, what will your father and I do, you are the only seedling left in our family."

Song Chengyun carried the burden, and walked all the way to preach to Song Wenhu. He studied the sages and sages, and he couldn't yell at anyone. He could only understand his son with reason and affection, and hoped that this naughty son would be able to return to the right path as soon as possible. come up.

"Understood, dad." Song Wenhu pursed his mouth. He had heard this set of words countless times, his ears were callused, and he could almost recite them backwards.

In the past when his mother was around, he could still ignore him, and when his mother left, his father would not allow him to do anything. These days, he watched his father earn money and went to help plow the land, but his father pulled him away without saying a word, and did not allow him to do anything. Do.

Didn't he just think that he is a scholar, it's indecent to do these things, and he wants to save face even if he can't eat.But holding a book makes him want to sleep, it's not as fun as bow and arrow, hunting is much more fun than reading.

When Song Wenhu thinks of hunting, he feels energetic, and when he thinks of reading, he feels uncomfortable. But his father thinks that he is playing with Shangzhi, so he is not allowed to hunt, otherwise they will be able to eat meat in the past few days. He has already stepped on it. There are many prey on the top of the mountain. Every time he sees these prey, he can only look at them but not catch them.

Tang Qing arranged a guest room for the father and son and went to work on his own affairs. It was Zhang Lan who helped them clean up.

"This house was used to store mountain goods before, and there was a lot of dust and smell. I wiped it with a rag, but there was still a smell. I took some incense from my uncle. You can smell the smell." Zhang Lan is careful, knowing that some people don't like the smell of incense, but are allergic to it, so she didn't order it on her own, and asked them first.

Song Wenhu picked up the incense burner on the table, moved his nose slightly, sniffed it, and said happily, "Thank you, sister, the smell is very good, I like it very much."

Song Wenhu's family was not rich before, and he had never lighted this kind of incense. This was the first time he saw it. He was a little curious, and kept playing with it in his hand.

"I'll light it for you." Zhang Lan took out the torch and blew it on, and when she lightly touched the incense in the stove, wisps of cigarette smoke began to rise.

"It smells really good." Song Wenhu sniffed around the incense burner, as if he couldn't get enough of it.

"This is the smoke material. Remember to pour out the fuel from the incense burner every day, add the smoke material into it, and tell me when you run out." Zhang Lan liked the lively Song Wenhu very much, and said a few more words to him , and handed him the smoker box in his hand.

"Thank you, sister." Song Wenhu is very curious about this thing now, and he took it without thinking and observed it.