Back To The Beginning Of Ming To Do Charity

Just like this bumpy and wobbly road, Lin Yuan got out of the car and vomited twice, and finally arrived at the destination when he was about to vomit for the third time. The original wasteland has been opened up, and most of the fields have been planted with seeds. , although Lin Yuan didn't know what he was planting—according to what his friends said when he was studying, it was that his limbs were not working hard, and he couldn't distinguish the five grains.

Although these words are a bit exaggerated, for example, Lin Yuan thinks that he can definitely tell the difference between rice and wheat, but it can be regarded as a relatively straightforward portrayal.

"Master." The coachman jumped out of the carriage, took down the step stool, and placed it on the ground.

Lin Yuan stepped down on the step stool, and he stood on the land that belonged to him—he is also considered a small landlord now.

If he has a son in the future, he can hold his son and say: "Son, look, this is the country your father and I laid down for you."

This obviously doesn't work.

It was already dark at this time, and the sheds not far away could only be seen through the moonlight. The sheds were almost all gathered together, and there was a fire outside the sheds. There was a lot of firewood here, just go up the mountain to chop it. At this time, almost everyone was asleep. , People work at sunrise and rest at sunset, without worrying about starvation and freezing to death, life is much simpler.

Lin Yuan didn't want to call them up during the break, just to inform them that his boss had arrived, so the group went quietly to Zhuangzi, which was Lin Yuan's own residence.

Zhuangzi is not complicated, one enters and one exits, but it is very large and can accommodate many people.

This is probably the least luxurious landlord's house, but it is very practical, Lin Yuan is very satisfied.

Siniang and the others started to tidy up, but time was limited, and they couldn't do anything fancy, so they cleaned up the room they were going to live in, tidied up the places they could see, and then began to make the bed.

"This bed is well made." Si Niang touched it. Although she is not a carpenter, life has given her experience.

Lin Yuan couldn't tell whether it was good or bad, so he nodded pretendingly.

When Lin Yuan came here, he didn't see a well. There was a river in front of him, but the river water was turbid. If he used the river water, he had to wait for the sand to settle first, and then boil the clear river water above. It was too troublesome, so that night Lin Yuan gave up washing his face and brushing his teeth, and climbed into bed without washing his feet.

Everyone else is about the same.

After riding in an ox cart for a whole day, the whole person was about to fall apart. Lin Yuan lay on the bed and asked Er Liang: "Er Liang, when I was at home, did I go to bed without washing my feet?"

Erliang whispered: "Yes, the young master was tired after returning home, so he took off his shoes and got under the quilt."

Lin Yuan sniffed the air: "Fortunately, my feet don't stink."

Erliang: "Of course, the young master doesn't go to the ground, and his feet don't sweat, so of course they don't smell bad."

Lin Yuan despised him: "It's as if you can go to the ground."

Erliang proud: "My father said that being able to follow the young master is due to the virtues I accumulated in my previous life. I am lucky."

"Go to sleep." Lin Yuan asked Erliang to blow on the kerosene lamp.

The next morning, Lin Yuan was woken up by Er Liang. He slept so deeply that he didn't know it rained in the middle of the night. When he got up in the morning, it was chilly. Lin Yuan touched his arm and asked Er Liang to take a thicker padded jacket. come out to wear.

Erliang: "I went to find Uncle Li and Second Master Yang early in the morning, and they were all waiting outside."

Lin Yuan thought while putting on his socks, who is "Your uncle"?The original master is here?Traveling thousands of miles, just a little later than them, this person can tell fortunes?Can you figure out that he wants to set up Zhuangzi here?

"What about your uncle Yang?" Lin Yuan said, "You name it."

Erliang: "Hey, it's Brother Dao and Yang Zian."

Lin Yuan: "...then you can call after me, call Brother Li and Brother Yang, don't be uncle and second brother, it's weird."

Erliang touched the back of his head, not knowing what was wrong.

When Lin Yuan walked out of the room, he saw Brother Dao and Yang Zian sitting on the chairs.

These two seem to be more vicissitudes than when they separated. After all, they have to go to the fields or supervise workers every day, and it is impossible not to live in vicissitudes. Alright, let's get ready."

Brother Dao: "So fast?"

Yang Zian: "There is no need to be afraid, we are surrounded by mountains, if there are refugees, they will not flee to us."

Brother Dao obviously didn't think so, he stroked the stubble on his chin and said, "Not necessarily, the refugees don't come here, where are the bandits?"

Bandits, as the name suggests, usually operate on the mountains. Most of them are young or middle-aged people with strong bodies, and they are not too tall, which is good for shuttling through the woods.

These bandits have long since become the confidants of the landlords here.

No one wants to be robbed. Although giving them food can bring them peace, it is not humane to understand how much pain they feel when they take out their own food.

"We are here." Yang Zian dipped his fingers in water, squatted on the ground and drew a relatively random map, circled their own seats, "This is the official road, there is only one trail to pass through, and there is no Business way."

"Bandits plunder passing merchants and local big households, but they never stay in one place for long. Our place is like a valley. There are no main roads, and there are no famous big households. Bandits will only come when they are full."

"Refugees will not run to the mountains, they will go to a place with people, to the city, if the refugees really come, Wucheng..."

Yang Zian sighed: "If you accept them, Wucheng will be over, if you don't accept them, Wucheng will be over."

Both Lin Yuan and Brother Dao could understand what he said.

To accept the refugees, the food in Wucheng is not enough, and the local residents are not enough to eat, and they have to distribute it to the refugees. At that time, the conflict in Wucheng will be unprecedentedly fierce. They don't think that Wucheng can restore order under such contradictions .

Refugees are not accepted. When there are more and more refugees, they will become more courageous when they gather together. In order to survive, they will definitely choose to take risks.

As long as the refugees arrive, no matter what Wucheng does, it will be wrong.

Lin Yuan sighed: "I asked the coachman to go back to Wucheng in three days and bring a letter to the third brother, telling him to come directly if he finds the refugees."

Yang Zian also nodded: "Yes."

Brother Dao sat on the side and didn't speak. He looked outside the house and sighed very lightly. He has a heroic plot, a person who values ​​loyalty, and has a sense of justice, but this is not something they can be a hero.

In the face of the torrent of hunger and misery, no one can resist and can only drift with the tide.

"Also ask the third brother to spread the news, so that the people around can also be more vigilant." Lin Yuan said, "Ask the brothers from Youzhuang to come here with their fellows."

Once the refugees went south, they had to hide themselves and live a long period of self-sufficiency.

Until the refugees leave, or...