Defeat natural disasters with farming

Ye Yu flipped through a book in the room bored. This book called "Journey to Qishan Mountain" was one of the parting gifts given to him by Uncle Xie back then. After going through it again, you can roughly understand the geographical situation of this dynasty.

It's a bit like the Song Dynasty in history, except that the current emperor's surname is not Zhao, but he also emphasizes culture over military affairs, and the territory is very similar. The four directions of east, west, north and south can match the memory in Ye Yu's mind.

Just when he wanted to continue to look back, he suddenly heard the sound of the door opening, and after a while, he saw Father Ye hurried in and put on his coir raincoat.

"Father, do you want to go out?" Ye Yu asked wonderingly.

"Well, there is a family in the village whose house was crushed by the snow, and everyone was buried under it. Just now the village chief came over and asked us to help." Father Ye paused for a moment with his coir raincoat-wearing hands, sighed and continued. Said: "I don't know how their family is."

Being buried in the house on such a cold day, even if there was no injury, he would probably have been severely frozen.

Ye Yu gasped after hearing this, and quickly asked, "Which one is it?"

After putting on the coir raincoat, Father Ye replied, "It's your Brother De's family."

Then hurried out, the rest of the family couldn't stay after learning about the incident, and went out to help one after another.

And because the snow on the road was deep, it was not easy to save people. Almost all the middle-aged men in the village came here, Ye Tongsheng was no exception, he frowned, "How could the roof be crushed by the snow? "

The neighbors on the left and right of Ye Mingde's house looked at each other and replied: "They have a small family, so it is difficult to shovel snow every day. I didn't expect that the roof would collapse after only one day of shoveling."

One of them was even more annoyed and said, "I would have gone to help their wives if I knew about it."

But this can't be blamed on the neighbors. After all, Ye Mingde's family is orphaned and widowed. Even if the men go to help out of sympathy, they are always afraid of people's words. Whenever they get closer, they often have strange eyes.

Hearing the words, Ye Tongsheng could only sigh, stopped talking, rolled up his sleeves and joined the snow-digging team, probably because of the large number of people and the strength, the mother and son were rescued after about half a day. She is sane, but his mother is not able to do it. It is obvious that the air is not coming out as much, her complexion is blue, and her breathing is extremely weak.

"Take them to my house first, and let Dr. Hao diagnose and treat them." Seeing this, Ye Tongsheng said hastily: "As for the food, I will stop digging for now, and we will talk about it when they get better."

No matter what Ye Mingde said, he should call him uncle, in such a situation, he couldn't just leave him alone.

Village head Ye left a few people to carry the mother and son to Ye Tongsheng's house, and then drove the rest of the villagers home, "I've been outside for so long, go back to warm up, don't catch a cold, if this weather It's a shame to be sick."

The villagers did not refuse, and walked home in twos and threes.

After the brothers of the Ye family returned home and told the family about this, the old man Ye sighed deeply, "God really doesn't give people a way out."

"No one expected such a thing to happen." Mother Ye carefully applied ointment on Father Ye, and then rubbed it with her own hands, "I just hope that the two of them are okay."

Yes, as long as people are fine, the house can be rebuilt if it is gone.

After this experience, no one dared to be lazy anymore. Everyone honestly climbed up to the roof to shovel snow every day. Those who were worried would shovel twice a day.

The next day Ye Yu learned from his father that Ye Mingde was fine. He drank a dose of medicine and slept for a while. It was just that his mother's condition was not very good. She was already weak. The cold was severe, and a fever broke out that night, and the fever lasted for a long time intermittently. Dr. Hao changed the prescription several times, but failed to lower the temperature.

Now it doesn't take Dr. Hao to say it, the villagers already know it in their hearts, and Mingde's mother is afraid that it is really not well.

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"In a few days it will be Mingde's mother's first seven days. Our family has to go over and help." Mrs. Ye said while twisting the hemp rope: "Mingde lives in Ye Tongsheng's house now, but the burning paper can't be burned at other people's house."

Wouldn't that be an embarrassment for people, besides, Ye Tongsheng and Ye Mingde are not relatives within the five clothes, so it is considered kind-hearted of Ye Tongsheng's family to take him in.

Hearing this, Mrs. Ye couldn't help but sighed deeply, "It took so much effort to raise Mingde, and before he got married and had children, he disappeared. It's really God's displeasure."

Sister-in-law Ye and mother Ye were not happy either, it was a real human life, and Mingde's mother was gentle, even though she was a widow, she raised her only child, Miao Mingde, under the pressure of her husband's family and her mother's family, and never complained about suffering. None of the villagers blushed.

"Okay, you must not talk about this matter in front of Mingde, don't let the child think too much."

The old man Ye took a puff of his dry cigarette and told them: "That kid is careful, and it's easy to get into trouble if he thinks too much."

Ye Yu understood what his master meant. Ye Mingde was only fourteen or five years old now, and it would be difficult for him to go up to shovel snow every day, but he could understand it once every other day. Who knew that the roof collapsed under the pressure of snow this time.

And the taste of living under the fence is even more uncomfortable.

Sure enough, on the first seven days, the Ye family was shocked when they saw Ye Mingde. He lost a lot of weight, his cheeks were sunken, and his body was skinny, with no flesh at all.

Mother Ye couldn't hold back after burning a stick of incense, and went to Ye Minghui's side and said something to him, "Think about it, would your mother want to see you like this?"

Ye Mingde, who was wearing sackcloth and filial piety, moved his eyes when he heard the words, looked at Mother Ye, and then thanked dryly, "Thank you."

Hearing his voice, I'm afraid he hasn't spoken for a long time.

Mother Ye patted him on the shoulder, "Good boy, your mother once told me that she only hoped that you would live well."

I don't know if these words can bring any change to him, but Mother Ye feels that she has done everything she can do, and no matter what the result will be in the future, she has a clear conscience.

It wasn't until he walked out of the house that Ye Yu took a deep breath. The dull atmosphere in the mourning hall made him feel very gloomy. This was his first time attending a funeral, but it probably won't be the last.

At this time, he suddenly felt warmth on his face. He raised his head and saw the sun in the sky that had been cloudy for half a month—the snow finally stopped.

After the funeral, Ye Mingde's mother was buried in the ancestral grave next to his father.

As for him himself, he continues to live in Ye Tongsheng's house. Now that the ground is frozen, there is no way to rebuild the house, at least until the beginning of spring. Fortunately, all the food and money in his house have been dug out, and at least [-]% of them are still intact. Not that there is nothing to eat.

With Ye Tongsheng's family by his side, when Ye Yu went to see him again, he felt that his face was full of life, and he finally passed the most difficult time.

Although the snow has stopped, Ye Yu feels that the temperature is still dropping. If it is about minus 20 degrees when it snows, it will be as low as 40 degrees when the snow melts.

The people in the village who originally wanted to go out to bask in the sun were immediately dissuaded by the temperature, so they had to go back to the house honestly.

Ye Yu was no exception. He looked outside the room eagerly, thinking about the light-transmitting glass again in his heart. He didn't know how the glass was made, and whether he could reproduce it.

Moreover, in order to maintain the temperature in the house, they have to heat the kang every day, so the firewood stored in the house is decreasing at a speed visible to the naked eye. Second firewood.

Thinking of this, he thought of coal and charcoal again, the combustion efficiency of these two is much greater than that of firewood.

Just as Ye Yu was flipping through related books in her mind, Mother Ye knocked on the door and came in, beckoning to him and saying, "Brother Bao, Jia San is here, come out and have a look."

"Here we come!" Ye Yu jumped up when he heard the words, and ran out in a hurry.

Chu Xufeng returned to Jingbian City a month ago. Before he went back, he specially left Jia San in Heihe County. If there is any news, he can send a message through Jia San, usually once every half a month. If he didn't come, Ye Yu guessed that it was probably because of Blizzard's delay.

Jia San was a clever little boy, about twelve or thirteen years old. He was sitting on the kang, but when he saw Ye Yu coming in, he immediately put down his teacup and took out the letter.

He also explained in his mouth: "This letter just arrived in my hands today, and it was delivered as soon as it arrived."

Ye Yu smiled at him, took the letter, opened the envelope, and began to read the letter inside.

The more he looked at him, the more dignified his expression became. There were three main things in the letter. The first thing was about the additional tax collection, but Chu Xufeng knew more about it. For example, the tax rate was one bucket of rice per mu.

Then Chu Xufeng explained to him in detail the situation of the pest plague in the south, saying that the flooded insects there resembled locusts, but were more hydrophilic than locusts, and their eggs could survive in warm and humid places like the south, and they were as big as a child's fist Big, not only eating plants, but also sucking human blood.

Seeing this, Ye Yu could not help but gasp. Could it be a combination of locusts and leeches?

At the end of the letter, Chu Xufeng listed the current situation of the wool business. The business was good, and it could almost be said to have swept the capital. Everyone was proud of being able to wear woolen clothes, and the wool pad was also loved by the queen. become popular.

Ye Yu finished reading and handed the letter to his father. He frowned and thought about it for a while before saying, "It takes time to deliver the letter. It seems that officials will come to our village to collect taxes soon."

Father Ye glanced over the letter, and replied, "It's not a big deal for us villagers."

But for other farmers, the pressure to collect additional taxes is great, because their annual harvest in the field is at most enough to live on, and if they hand over a part this time, the ones left in their hands will be even rarer. It is estimated that many people will follow You have to tighten your belt all year round.

Excessive taxation will lead to the subjugation of the country, so Ye Yu has a little worry in his heart, but this time the extra tax is justifiable, maybe he thinks too much.

He doesn't want to experience the troubled times. As the saying goes, it is better to be a dog of peace than to be a person in the troubled times. It is better to live in peace and stability than to be displaced.

Jia San stayed at Ye's house for lunch after delivering the letter, and then returned to the county seat with Ye Yu's reply.

Not long after he left, the officials who collected taxes came, but they left again a few days later. When they left, the officials were still full of doubts. This Yejia Village was so rich that there was no delay at all. The whole village paid taxes. Taxation is very positive, which is really a long time.

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