Back To The Beginning Of Ming To Do Charity

Inside the Town God's Temple, there are cobwebs and dust everywhere. The incense in the Town God's Temple was not good, but now it is even worse. Lin Yuan wiped the table with a rag next to him, and put tribute on the empty plate. The tribute was still Si Niang Made it, a few white buns, a plate of pickles, nothing else, Lin Yuan himself was reluctant to buy roast chicken.

"Hey." Brother Dao sighed: "Where was the Town God's Temple so depressed in the past."

Jiang Gui rolled down the surrounding cobwebs with a wooden stick, and still smiled when he heard Brother Dao's words: "It's almost the same, but you didn't come a few years ago."

After Jiang Gui finished speaking, he took out a portrait from the package at the side and hung it next to the City God.

Lin Yuan looked carefully for a long time, but he didn't recognize who was drawn in this abstract portrait.

Jiang Gui: "You don't even know this, it's naturally Erye Guan."

Lin Yuan nodded, indicating that he understood.

Just when Lin Yuan thought everything was ready, Brother Dao's younger brother's voice came from outside: "Brother Dao! I brought the chicken over!"

Brother Dao went out and brought the rooster in with its wings.

Jiang Gui sighed: "It's a pity that the year is not good, otherwise we still have to prepare three animals."

Lin Yuan leaned his head over: "What are the three animals?"

Although he likes to read historical and story books, he really doesn't know much about sworn brothers.

Jiang Gui: "Pork, fish, and eggs are the three animals."

Lin Yuan: "..."

If you need to use so many tributes to worship, then forget it. After all, people are still particular about these tributes. They will not be collected and eaten after they are cold, but they will be left as they are, and they will be taken down and thrown away when they stink.

After working for a while, Brother Dao filled the bowl with wine, cut the rooster's neck, and dripped the chicken blood into the wine bowl.

Then he took out the dagger he was carrying with him, slashed at his fingertip, and dropped it neatly into the wine bowl.

"You come." He handed the knife to Jiang Gui.

Jiang Gui also looked timid. He scratched the skin several times, watching his blood dripping with distress.

Jiang Gui gave the knife to Lin Yuan again, and said: "You stroke a little bit, it's a bit blunt when you straighten it."

It takes courage to take a stab at yourself.

Lin Yuan tried it when he was a child. If he didn't pay attention, a small piece of iron could cut his hand. He cut it with a knife, but he couldn't cut it, because the brain controls the body and cannot cause harm to himself.

So Lin Yuan resolutely said: "Brother Jiang, I have never used a knife since I was a child, please help me."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand.

Jiang Gui said, "How did this happen?" while cutting Lin Yuan quickly.

Lin Yuan: "..." Why did I see a gloating smile on Jiang Gui's face.

The three of them shared the bowl of wine with the other two bowls, and each of them picked up a bowl and knelt down in front of the statue of Guan Gong.

Brother Dao looked solemn, and his voice was like a bell: "Start."

"In heaven, I, Li Congrong, Jiang Gui, and Lin Yuan are here to form a friendship with Jinlan."

"Heaven above, I, Jiang Gui, Li Congrong, and Lin Yuan are here to marry Jinlan."

At this time, Lin Yuan knew that Brother Dao's name was Li Congrong.

So he spoke a step late: "In heaven, I, Lin Yuan, Li Congrong, and Jiang Gui are here to form a friendship with Jinlan."

"From now on, we will share blessings and share hardships. We don't want to be born in the same year, the same month, and the same day, but we want to die in the same year, the same month, and the same day. If you break this oath, you will be struck by thunder."

After finishing speaking, all three drank the wine mixed with blood in the bowl.

When Lin Yuan drank, he was still thinking, drinking blood is really unhygienic, what if someone has some germs?Wouldn't that be unlucky for three?

"Third brother, fourth brother." Brother Dao was in a good mood, and grabbed the hands of Lin Yuan and Jiang Gui.

Lin Yuan asked in a low voice, "What about the second?"

Your ranking starts from the third place?

Brother Dao patted Lin Yuan on the shoulder, and hugged him affectionately: "Then Yang Zian is also my brother whom I worship."

Lin Yuan said sincerely, "Brother, you have too many brothers."

Brother Dao laughed loudly: "Just give me some thin noodles. My second brother is also a straight man, and he works with us. You call him second brother, and it will not insult you."

Lin Yuan/Jiang Gui: "..."

"Find a day and go out for a drink together." Brother Dao had a smile on his face.

Brothers with different surnames at this age have to treat each other as real brothers, even closer than real brothers.

"Brother." Lin Yuan said to Brother Dao, "Second Brother Yang is still in my field."

Brother Dao touched his nose: "Then let's talk about it when he comes back."

Yang Zi'an is a real person. He took his brother to buy the land in Lin Yuan. Jiang Gui did not lie. The land has not been cultivated, it is all fertile land, and the land has always been thinner and thinner. How can there be so many farmers? Fertilizer, if the fertilizer can't keep up, the land will be thinner and the seeds will have to stop.

Planting for one year and half a year, let the land recuperate by itself.

They found the flattest land, built a grass shed, and plastered the walls with mud and dry grass. It would dry in a day or two, and they slept on the dry grass in the middle of the night. Forty men huddled together and slept without feeling cold. .

The food was prepared by Lin Yuan, and they dragged a cart full of food when they went.

There are coarse grains and fine grains in it. On weekdays, they eat coarse grains, while fine grains are Yang Zi’s stable. He eats once every three days. If he is still hungry after eating, he can only eat coarse grains.

"It's better than before." The man held a bowl of porridge. The porridge was very watery, but there was white rice. He took a sip cherishingly, and sighed contentedly, "Where there was white porridge before, they all ate bran."

The person next to him was sitting on the ridge of the field, holding a Zamian steamed bun in his hand, eating deliciously: "Hurry up and drink, I've finished my bowl."

The man ignored him and patted the land next to him: "Tomorrow we will be able to harvest the grain, and the boss really said that only [-]% of the rent is required?"

Yang Zian came out of the thatched shed, and breathed into his palm: "My boss said, I guess he wouldn't dare to lie to us."

The man nodded: "Yes, we have many brothers, even if he wants to cheat, he has to weigh it."

There are also young people who ate steamed buns while drinking porridge, and said hopefully: "I don't expect to have food, I just hope that I can eat enough every day, and it's okay to be tired. In the past, in my hometown, the boss asked [-]% of the rent. I Go to the ground hungry."

"My mother saved food for me and my brothers, and my mother starved to death."

"After my mother died, my father broke his leg on the mountain and had no money to buy medicine, so he died too."

The man sighed: "Who isn't?"

There is a sad past, is it worse to say it?

The young man smiled at the man: "Just enough to eat every day."

Yang Zian went to the side to get a hoe. He went to the field with his brothers. He was born in a farming and reading family. Yang Zian knew some words and knew how to do the work in the field. He never discussed his past with others.

His family is also a big family in the local area, but they don't rent land, and the family's land is planted by old servants.

Later, a group of gangsters passed by. Yang Zi'an was invited by a friend to a nearby town. After returning, his family was destroyed.

The whole family was slaughtered, even his younger brother, who was only two years old at the time, was not spared.

He still wants to take revenge, but what can he take to take revenge?Could it be that his brothers were going to fight those gangsters desperately?

He can disregard life and death, but what are his brothers?

As time passed, the thought of revenge was buried deep in his heart, and he never said it or mentioned it.

Just as they finished their breakfast and were about to work, a group of people suddenly rushed over not far away.

Yang Zian: "Don't worry! Take the hoe! Take whatever is at hand!"

If there are bandits, you must first deal with them, at least with weapons in hand.

As the people approached, Yang Zi'an recognized Li Congrong as the leader.

"Put the guys down, Brother Dao is here." Yang Zi'an shouted.

The person next to him put down the thing in his hand.

Brother Dao walked in the front and arrived first. Behind him were some craftsmen in bunts, and behind him were some refugees in scanty clothes. The refugees were all yellow and emaciated, shivering in the cold wind. She looked at a loss, not knowing what to do next.

Early yesterday morning, this burly and thick man suddenly appeared in front of them, saying that he had a job for them, and he would eat for a day. They came as soon as they heard it. Anyway, there was nothing that could be deceived. At most, it was a big family They tricked them into becoming domestic servants, but being domestic servants was easier than they are now.

As long as you don't starve to death, you can do anything.

"These are all here to build houses." Brother Dao said, "There is no delay on either side."

Yang Zian glanced at the refugees: "Ask you to come over and take care of them?"

Brother Dao grinned, showing two rows of white teeth: "It doesn't matter, when you have no strength, you are obedient. If you have strength, it is hard to say."

Yang Zian: "That's true."

Brother Dao suddenly approached and whispered: "I brought a roast chicken and some wine, we two brothers have a good drink tonight."

Yang Zian salivated involuntarily when he heard the roast chicken, he was so hungry, he couldn't remember the last time he ate roast chicken.

In the past few years, not to mention eating meat, he has eaten bark and grass roots. When he is hungry, he will eat whatever he catches.

When fleeing, many people ate bad food, and gradually they died. He was lucky to be able to survive until now.

At this time, the craftsmen were inviting the refugees to build a shed, and they built it next to the previous shed. Although the status of the craftsman is not high, the veteran craftsmen are still respected, mainly because they have real skills in their hands. The shed they built is better than Yang Zian and the others. It's a good ride.

Yang Zian was pulled aside by Brother Dao to eat alone.

The two had a glass of wine each, and then tore off two chicken legs. Brother Dao said with a smile on his face, "My brother recognized two younger brothers for you."

Yang Zian: "..."

He was fooled by Brother Dao when he became sworn brothers with Brother Dao back then, and he reckoned that those two unlucky guys were similar to him.

Brother Dao: "You've seen them too. One is Jiang Gui and the other is Lin Yuan. When we meet in the future, you have to call them third brother and fourth brother. You have to remember it."

Yang Zi'an took a bite of the chicken leg, and thought silently, with Li Congrong's pissing nature, he probably will have five brothers, six brothers, seven brothers, eight brothers, maybe 81 brothers in the future.

Forget it, there is chicken to eat, so don't worry about it.

If Brother Dao recognizes his younger brother once, and he can have chickens to eat, then this business can still be done.

The author has something to say: Yang Zian: "This person likes to ask for help everywhere. Even if I, Yang Zian, starved to death, I would not admit that he was also my brother if I jumped from here."

Li Congrong: "Come, eat chicken."

Yang Zian: "It's really fragrant."