Back To The Beginning Of Ming To Do Charity

In late winter, Lin Yuan was still wearing a cotton-padded jacket, and the temperature was still low. He sneezed, rubbed his hands, and hugged the cotton-padded jacket tighter. Si Niang was burning charcoal next to him. It would take some time for the room to warm up.

The price of carbon is not low, and Lin Yuan didn't buy much, so he can only burn firewood when the last bit is burned.

Poor families even have to burn firewood.

There is no way, there are fewer people going to the mountains to chop firewood now. If they wear clothes and go up the mountains, people will get sick if they don't pay attention.

Fever in winter is not far from death.

People are still dying.

Before the end of winter, Lin Yuan was mostly nestled indoors. Even with cotton coats, it was still not warm enough. After walking outside for half an hour, it would be unbearably cold. Erliang was similar to Lin Yuan. Although it was cold in the north, it was not like The south is damp and cold, no matter how much clothes you can wear, the cold is to your bones.

Lin Yuan hugged Mrs. Tang, and asked Erliang: "What about Si Niang and the others?"

Erliang rubbed his hands together: "Si Niang is making noodles, and she will eat noodles tonight."

No vegetables, just put some sauerkraut.

Although there are greenhouses now, Wucheng does not have them, and there are only sauerkraut throughout the winter.

Erliang looked out the window and sighed: "I don't know where Brother Chen is."

Lin Yuan has never talked with Erliang about this topic, and the word Chen Ge seems to be forbidden.

That loyal and upright man might have died long ago, but both Lin Yuan and Er Liang hoped that he would survive.

"Master." Er Liang said, "Brother Chen knows we are coming here, if he doesn't come next year, we will set up a tomb for him."

Lin Yuan did not refuse, nodded and said, "Okay."

The days of winter are quite comfortable for a rich man like Lin Yuan. He doesn't have to go out and stays in his room all day. He visits the oil farm every three days and checks the accounts every week. He usually stays in winter. But ordinary people are suffering. This winter, many beggars died of freezing on the roadside. Most of the beggars are suffering from old diseases.

The past few years have been bad, no big households in the city have given out porridge, no one walks on the streets, and even small vendors no longer appear.

Lin Yuan didn't dare to go to the street either. He might not be a good person, but he still had compassion. He was afraid that he would be unable to bear it once he went out, and would take those people who were about to freeze to death home.

But now he doesn't have any money at hand, and the money is used to hire people.

Erliang didn't dare to go out. The last time Erliang went out to buy meat, she came back crying.

Only Siniang and Gouzi dared to go out. These two came from famine. They have seen all kinds of tragedies, and they have long since become numb.

But they also had lingering fears, because they knew that if Lin Yuan was not willing to buy them, they would be no different from those who froze to death.

Gouzi was still young, and Lin Yuan didn't dare to let him do heavy work - there was no heavy work to do at home, Gouzi just did rough work, sweeping the yard and looking after the house.

Erliang is always doing fine work, and Erliang is never lazy. This is a habit he developed in the Lin family.

His parents were born at home, and they pulled his ears and told him to be diligent since he was a child.

Erliang still remembers what his father said to this day: "You have to be capable! Otherwise, the son of Lao Liu next door will go, and you can follow the young master, it is the blessing you have cultivated in several lifetimes!"

After following the young master's side, Er Liang finally understood what his father meant.

If you follow the young master, you don't have to go to the fields, you don't have to do rough work, and you can read and write.

Moreover, the young master does not torment others, does not beat and scold his servants, and is a good-tempered person.

Now that he came out with the young master, Er Liang doesn't have to worry about anything, the young master can do everything well, he just needs to stay by the young master's side and take good care of the young master.

Erliang chats with Gouzi.

"Gouzi, when you came here, did many people die?" Er Liang asked.

Gouzi chewed the oil residue in his mouth, and said with a satisfied face: "There are many. Some died of starvation. Their stomachs were bulging, and their legs and hands were very thin. They all said they were too hungry. They only drank water and put them on the table." I drank to death myself."

Erliang was taken aback: "Then how did you survive?"

The dog swallowed the oil residue: "My mother peeled off the bark for me to eat."

Erliang was curious: "Is the bark delicious?"

Gouzi nodded: "It's okay. I don't know what kind of tree it is. After peeling it off, there is a white layer. The white part is edible. It tastes dry, but it can be chewed. It is better than dry bark."

"There is also a kind of grass root." Gouzi said enthusiastically, "I have never seen it in my hometown. Pull up the grass. There is a small tumor under the grass root. That can also be eaten. It is delicious when baked. It is soft, but nothing. smell."

Erliang listened very carefully, but he knew that if he had lived the life of Gouzi, he would have died long ago. He couldn't bear the hardship, so Erliang pretended to be mature and patted Gouzi on the shoulder: "Dog, it's not easy for you."

Gouzi smiled and said, "I'm here too. Now I have food and clothing, a bed to sleep in, and a quilt to cover! I've never covered myself with a quilt!"

Gouzi whispered: "Master also gave me eggs to eat. I have grown up so much, I haven't eaten eggs a few times."

Erliang was shocked: "Your family didn't raise chickens before?"

Gouzi: "Hey, my mother sells the eggs when she goes to the market, and she can buy salt and other things, so how can I let my family eat them?"

Gouzi said excitedly: "When I grow up and give birth to a son, it will be great if the young master can give my son eggs."

Erliang: "..." Young man, you may not be thinking too far ahead.

Gouzi rubbed his nose and chuckled: "My mother's hands and feet are not cold now, she said it's a good meal."

Gouzi asked Erliang: "Brother Erliang, have you always been by the young master's side?"

Erliang proudly puffed up his chest: "My parents are both the sons of the Lin family, and I have been with the young master since I was eight years old."

Gouzi was a little envious: "Then do you often eat eggs?"

Erliang said: "The young master has always asked me to eat with him. I will eat whatever the young master eats. There is meat every day!"

There is meat to eat every day, that is a life like a fairy, the dog swallowed enviously.

"Second brother, you are lucky." Gouzi said, "I will work hard in the future, and the young master will give me meat."

Erliang encouraged: "You must do it!"

Gouzi grinned at Erliang.

When the two of them were chatting, Lin Yuan sat by the window and didn't miss a word.

This world seems to be worse than he imagined.

Then a few years later, when gunpowder is everywhere, what will the world be like?

He has just started to buy property now. When the land is produced by the end of next year and the Zhuangzi is built, he will send a message to call the original owner's family. He took over the original owner's body. However, he still accepted the gift from the original owner, and only survived on the money given by the original owner and mistress.

His conscience has not yet been fed to the dog, so that he can ignore the original owner's family.

Lin Yuan took a sip of hot tea to warm his stomach, and sighed silently.