The Life Through Books of the Salted Fish Family

"What advice does the scholar have?" asked the village chief.

"This severe drought may last for a long time, the village should prepare early." Yan Huaiwen said seriously.

"Hiss!" Village head Luo couldn't hold his bowl anymore, put it down quickly, and asked anxiously, "What do you say? Brother Wen, what did you hear in the town?"

He was so anxious that he directly called Yan Huaiwen by his nickname.

San Tie quietly looked at Mr. Xiucai, and was relieved to see that he was not angry.

But the master told me at home that the boss of the Yan family is different from those peasants who dig in the soil. He can't call Wen Ge Wen again, but should respectfully call him a scholar.

Yan Laoer looked at his elder brother unexpectedly.

What's the situation?

Scholars know the world without going out?

Did the eldest brother know that there was going to be a drought so early?

I tried my best to recall the plot of the book my daughter told me. It seems that there is no such paragraph...

Could it be because of their arrival that the plot has changed?

Yan Huaiwen had no choice but to use fabricated news to cover up his foresight.

"That's right, I heard that Qintian monitoring calculated that there will be a severe drought."

What supervisor? !

The grandparents of the Luo family couldn't understand what it was, but they always had a great name, so they understood it according to their own weak cognition.

This is a place where you can pinch and count. People have tested it, and there will be a severe drought!

This has to be believed!

Only a scholar can inquire about such useful information. It is different to have fame!

Village head Luo, who had experience in escaping from famine, couldn't sit still immediately. What he said was right, you have to make preparations early.

"The wheat in the field has to be harvested quickly, and the water in the old well has to be taken away. Before there is any movement in the nearby village, let's go first." Village head Luo was taken by his parents to flee famine and died on the road There are too many, on the way to escape from the famine, whoever walks first has a greater chance of survival.

The younger generation in the village has not experienced it, but the old people have all come from that time.

Get the point right the first time.

That's right, the two most important things are water and food.

"There is one more thing, I would like to ask for your help." Yan Huaiwen looked at his younger brother and said helplessly: "Hui'an and his wife have been busy in the field for a day, they have to wait, the wheat in the field can't wait, I can't go out, please You help find some people to harvest the wheat in the field within three days, and my family is willing to use grain as a substitute."

The village chief nodded secretly.

This scholar is transparent.

At this time, it is hard to find short-term workers, and they all guard their own land.

But the food is different. Even if the food is less, there are more people who are willing to put in the effort.

If he releases the news about the prison tomorrow, there will only be more people rushing to help the Yan family recover the land.

San Tie's eyes lit up.

There are more people eating in their family and more people working.

My own land can be collected in two or three clicks.

It is not difficult to help Yan's family accept it.

"Master!" Santie called softly.

After being stared at fiercely, he fell silent.

"Mr. Xiucai, don't worry. It doesn't take three days. Two days is enough for your few acres of land." Village Chief Luo pondered for a while and asked, "Mr. Xiucai, where do you think we should go?"

He didn't have an idea in his mind, he knew he had to escape, and only by leaving could he survive.

But where can they go?

Thinking of leaving behind his painstakingly managed family business, he finally understood the feelings of his parents and grandma back then.

I'm not willing!

"Go north, to Guanzhou."

...

After leaving Yan's house, Santie asked his grandfather impatiently: "Master, why didn't you tell Mr. Xiucai that our family harvested the wheat for him?"

"No brains!" Old man Luo hated iron and steel, "Everything in our family is obvious. Don't people know that we have a lot of men? Don't even mention it, and let us help find people to work, just to take advantage of this benefit. Let’s go out and kiss more neighbors.”

Among the grandchildren, Santie is considered to be the smartest, and he is willing to teach him more. "We are different from the other villages. We each have our own ancestors. If we want the big guys to follow us on the road, we must let people feel some real benefits."

"Master, I don't understand. If they don't want to be with us, they'll go their separate ways. What's the matter?" San Tie was puzzled, still thinking about the food promised by Mr. Xiucai.

"You're still young, and you don't have much experience, so you don't know the way here." Old man Luo said: "We want to escape from the famine, which direction to go, which way to go, when to go, when to sleep, the old and the young Whether you want to take a car, who is looking for food and drink, who is keeping things and children, there are people who make up their minds, and there are people who help with work, and the big guys can find a way to survive together.”

"Mr. Xiucai is the most promising person in our village. Everyone respects him, but he doesn't have much contact with us on weekdays. If he wants everyone to work together, he must let everyone know that Mr. Xiucai is generous. He has a kind heart and is willing to make up for our suffering haha."

"As for why you want to go on the road together? You think the road to escape from famine is as peaceful as our village going to the town? If we are drought, the next village will not be drought? We can't survive, we have to go, people are so hungry, what is that? We can do anything! When we meet those who can’t survive, they want to fight us desperately and rob us of our rations. How can we survive? So the big guys have to stick together, guard our things, guard the old and the small in our village , living in a village for decades, knowing the basics, isn’t it better than partnering with outsiders?”

"My lord, the land of the Xiucai's family has gone to the grain tax and there is not much food tax. How many people can be rescued? Will the villagers be willing to follow? I heard that the south is very rich and can plant three stubbles of land a year. Good guy, that's no good. Eat big white flour steamed buns every day. The old people in the village say that it is very cold in the north, and people can be frozen to death, and half of the water can be frozen into icicles... Planting in spring and harvesting in autumn, one season can be planted in a year, it is not as good as ours " San Tie is really worried, it is a big deal to release water, what to do if the little bird is frozen!

"It's not impossible to live in the north..." The old man Luo looked around cautiously, and said in a low voice: "We are harvesting wheat at this time, and the days are much earlier than in previous years, and the grain collectors in the yamen will not come down for more than ten days. ..."

Ten days!

The three irons hit a shock.

This year's prospects in the field can be roughly estimated at a glance. It is not a star and a half less than in previous years. How much will be left after the grain tax is gone?

But what if you don't pay taxes?

According to the days of previous years, when the grain collectors came down, they were already gone.

Fleeing away! ! !

"Grandpa!" Santie was excited and trembling, "Is it really possible not to pay? Didn't it mean that if you don't pay taxes, you will be taken away and fined?"

"Keep your voice down!" The old man Luo accurately found his grandson's location in the dark night, gave him a hard look, and then said in a low voice: "It's not good in the south, there is little wasteland, after we get over the disaster, we will still be sent back. The north is different, there is a lot of wasteland, if we want to, most of them can stay."

"If people stay, they have to re-register."

That being said, old man Luo is still hesitant, do he really want to go north?

Without the tax payment documents, the land might be confiscated by the yamen without waiting for three years of abandonment.

Without land, they became homeless refugees.

Ignoring Bei's grandson who was too happy to find him, old man Luo hurried home.

No way, I have to discuss it with a few old guys.

The house has arranged the two essays properly, open the file, choose one to write at random, if something gets stuck, switch to another one, get stuck again, cut again... I wrote three books when I was full, it seems that I can still call myself For Mengxin drops.

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