It was bumpy and swaying all the way. Lin Yuan got out of the car and vomited twice, and finally reached his destination when he was about to vomit for the third time. The original wasteland had been opened up, and most of the fields had been planted with seeds. , although Lin Yuan didn't know what he was planting - according to the words of his friend when he was studying, it was that the limbs were not diligent, the grains were not divided, and even rice and wheat could not be distinguished when thrown into the ground.
Although this is a bit exaggerated, for example, Lin Yuan believes that he can definitely distinguish between rice and wheat, but it can be regarded as a relatively straightforward portrayal.
"Master." The coachman jumped out of the carriage, took off the step stool, and placed it on the ground.
Lin Yuan stepped on the step stool and walked down. He was standing on this piece of land that belonged to him—he was a small landlord now.
If he had a son in the future, he would be able to hold his son and say, "Son, look, this is what your father and I have built for you."
This obviously doesn't work.
At this time, it was already dark, and only the shed not far away could be seen through the moonlight. The sheds were almost all gathered together. There was a fire outside the shed. There was a lot of firewood here. , 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 when they were resting, just to inform them that their owner had arrived, so the group quietly went to Zhuangzi, which is Lin Yuan's own residence.
Zhuangzi is not complicated, one goes in and one goes out, but it is very big and can accommodate many people.
This is probably the least luxurious landlord's house, but it is very practical, and Lin Yuan is very satisfied.
Siniang and the others started to clean up, but the time was limited and they couldn't do anything, so they cleaned up the house they wanted to live in, fiddled with the places they could see, and then began to make the bed.
"This bed is a good fight." Siniang touched it. Although she is not a woodworker, life has given her experience.
Lin Yuan couldn't tell whether it was good or bad, and nodded in a pretentious manner.
When he came here, Lin Yuan didn't see the well, but there was a river in front of him, but the river water was relatively turbid. If he used river water, he had to wait for the sand to settle, 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 onto the bed without washing his feet.
Everyone else is about the same.
After riding the bullock cart for a day, the whole person was about to fall apart. Lin Yuan lay on the bed and asked Erliang: "Erliang, when I was at home before, did I sleep without washing my feet?"
Erliang said in a low voice, "Yes, the young master was tired when he returned, so he took off his shoes and burrowed into 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, his feet don't sweat, and of course it doesn't stink."
Lin Yuan despised him: "It's like you're going to land."
Erliang is proud: "My father said that being able to follow the young master is because I accumulated virtue in my previous life, and I am lucky."
"Go to sleep." Lin Yuan asked Erliang to blow the kerosene lamp.
The next morning, Lin Yuan was woken up by Erliang. He slept too deeply. He didn't know it was raining in the middle of the night. It was cold in the morning. Lin Yuan touched his arm and asked Erliang to take a thicker padded jacket. come out to wear.
Erliang: "I went to see Uncle Li and Erye Yang early in the morning, they were all waiting outside."
Lin Yuan thought while putting on his socks, who is "Your Uncle"? The original uncle is here? Thousands of miles away, if they arrive a little later than them, this person can tell fortunes? Can you figure out that he wants to buy Zhuangzi here
"What's your uncle Yang uncle?" Lin Yuan, "You say your name."
Erliang: "Hey, Brother Dao and Yang Zian."
Lin Yuan: "...Then you just follow me and call you Big Brother Li and Second Brother Yang, don't be uncle and second master, it's weird."
Two or two rubbed the back of his head, not knowing what was wrong.
Lin Yuan walked out of the room and saw Brother Dao and Yang Zian sitting on the chair.
These two seem to be even more vicissitudes than when they were separated. After all, they have to go to the ground or oversee the work every day, and it is impossible to survive the wind and the sun. Lin Yuan first bowed his hands to say hello, and then said: "The third brother said that people from the north began to flee. Now, let's get ready."
Brother Knife: "So fast?"
Yang Zian: "Don't 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 touched the stubble of his chin and said, "Not necessarily. The refugees don't come here. Where are the mountain bandits?"
Mountain bandits, as the name suggests, usually move on the mountains. Most of them are young or middle-aged people with strong physique, and their stature is not too tall, which is beneficial to shuttle in the woods.
These mountain bandits have long since become the confidants of the landlords here.
No one wants to be robbed. Although giving them food can be peaceful, but taking out their own food, the pain in the heart is not enough for outsiders.
"We are here." Yang Zian dipped his fingers in water, squatted on the ground and drew a relatively random map, and circled their own seats, "This is the official road, only a small road passes through, and there is no business."
"The mountain bandits robbed the passing merchants and local big households, but they never stayed in one place for a long time. We are like a valley here, there are no important roads, and there are no famous big households. The mountain bandits will come when they are full."
"The refugees won't run into the mountains. They're going to a place where there are people. They're going to the city. If the refugees really come, Wucheng..."
Yang Zian sighed: "If you accept them, Wucheng will be finished. If you don't accept them, Wucheng will be finished."
Lin Yuan and Brother Dao could understand what he meant.
If the refugees are accepted, the food in Wucheng is not enough, and the local residents are not enough to eat, and they have to be distributed to the refugees. By then, the contradictions in Wucheng will be fiercer than ever before. They do not think that Wucheng can restore order under such contradictions. .
Do not accept refugees. When more and more refugees gather together, they will become more courageous. 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 driver to go back to Wucheng in three days, and bring a letter to the third brother, so that once he finds the refugees, he will come directly."
Yang Zian also nodded: "Yes."
Brother Dao sat on the side and didn't speak. He looked outside the room and sighed very lightly. He had a heroic plot, was a man of loyalty, and had a sense of justice, but this was not something they could be heroes.
In the face of the torrent of hunger and misery, no one can resist, and can only go with the flow.
"I also asked the third brother to spread the news, so that the people around him would also be alert." Lin Yuan said, "I asked the brothers from Youzhuang to bring the guys over."
Once the refugees went south, they had to hide themselves and live a long period of self-sufficiency.
Until the refugees disperse, or...