But from another point of view, if you follow Li Yan, you won't actually need him. What Li Yan usually does is to turn around in the officialdom, eat, drink, have fun, form a party for personal gain, and Li Zhifeng doesn't know it at all. You can't fight and kill in the capital, let alone serve him.
Only by following the unfortunate self, Li Zhifeng can do something other than stay in bed. And because of this, You Miao couldn't do without Li Zhifeng.
Li Zhifeng dug a pit, You Miao squatted aside to watch, the pit gradually deepened, and it was half a person tall. You Miao was afraid that he would run out of energy, so he kept reminding: "Okay, let's rest."
Li Zhifeng replied, "No."
Li Zhifeng dug a pit, and stood in the pit, sweating all over, took off his robe and handed it to You Miao, in the cold weather, with his strong back bare, digging one after another, You Miao was afraid that he would catch a cold, and said, "Let's It's better to invite someone to dig, I feel bad."
Li Zhifeng smiled and shook his head.
After a full hour, Li Zhifeng dug half a zhang in the ground, and You Miao shoveled the soil outside, piled it on the cart, and pulled it away with horses.
After just transporting a truckload of soil, Yumiao failed. The palms holding the shovel were full of red marks, which were burning and hurting.
When he came back, Li Zhifeng finally went to the ditch to rest and seemed a little tired.
"Old." Li Zhifeng said, "I can't do it anymore."
You Miao couldn't help laughing. The two were sitting in the grass, snuggling together, and You Miao felt a warm feeling in her heart.
No, no, if you keep digging like this, you will spend your whole life here, and you still have to hire someone. You Miao had never done this kind of work before, and didn't know how insignificant human power was, but now he finally understood. Many things are not something that can be done by hands. It's like the idiot moving mountains.
You Miao took a charcoal stick and wrote and drew on the wooden board. Li Zhifeng said, "What is it?"
You Miao said, "Calculate how much it will cost us to fix this waterwheel and canal."
You Miao calculated for a while, the waterwheel needs wood, scaffolding on the cliff by the river, transportation, craftsmen... Ordinary craftsmen are not up to this job, they need to dig fixed points on the cliff, and also need wooden cylinders and explosives.
The bucket of the waterwheel should be made of wood, otherwise it cannot be guaranteed to hold water for decades. It needs thick paint and asphalt to keep out the water.
After the canal is opened, bricks must be piled up, and soil must be laid to prevent leakage.
"How much does it cost?" Li Zhifeng asked.
You Miao said, "At least five hundred taels of silver."
Li Zhifeng nodded. What You Miao lacked most right now was money. There were more than 100 taels of silver in total. In the past, money was not a problem at all when he was profligately squandering in the capital.
Where is the money coming from? The old craftsman Huang has already hired someone to make parts. This must be done in the spring of the year, otherwise the wind and the sun will be exposed to the sun, and it will be another story at the end of next year.
No money, no money, no money... money, money, money... You Miao threw the charcoal bars and yelled a few times.
Li Zhifeng said, "Is it enough?"
You Miao's face was dull: "It's far away."
Li Zhifeng: "I'll find a way."
You Miao was startled and said, "Do you have a solution?"
Li Zhifeng: "I'll try to rob Guanyin."
You Miao: "… "
Li Zhifeng said, "Is it five hundred taels short?"
You Miao: "!!!"
You Miao thought Li Zhifeng was joking, but he didn't expect him to be serious, so he said hurriedly, "Don't mess with me! The official silver has tattoos on it. Yin, you can't even spend the flowers after you have robbed them, we can only wait to be caught."
Li Zhifeng snorted, and You Miao said, "If you are beheaded, what will I do?"
Li Zhifeng smiled and nodded, You Miao looked at his absent-minded appearance, and repeated: "Don't mess around, you know?"
Li Zhifeng responded and jumped down into the pit to continue digging. You Miao repeated over and over again that he must not be allowed to rob the official silver.
Li Zhifeng dug for a whole day, and when the sun went down, he said, "I'll go home and cook for you, and come back at night."
You Miao said, "If you don't come at night, you can sleep with your arms in your arms."
Li Zhifeng smiled and said, "Okay."
After digging for a long time, only a little more than a zhang was dug. You Miao really wanted to cry without tears, and said, "I won't use it tomorrow, think of another way."
Li Zhifeng didn't say a word. He carried the tools and got into the car. The two transported the soil to a distance and dumped it. Li Zhifeng drove the car and staggered home.
"You have to buy a few mules." Li Zhifeng said, "The people in Anlu told me that mules are much easier to use. If you are farming, you need to buy a few cows."
"Okay..." You Miao has already shriveled. After all, he still only has that little money, not much more. It is estimated that everyone outside knows that he is the youngest son of Biyu Villa, and everyone thinks he has money. Money, but in addition to the few boxes of fox furs brought from home, at most one or two hundred taels will be spared.
Tea leaves cannot be sold, and Shen Yuan also has occasional treats. If the county magistrate comes, what will you use to entertain people for tea
A drop in the bucket, in this situation, if you can get one or two thousand taels, it is enough.
You Miao would definitely not go home to ask the old man for money, and all kinds of thoughts filled his mind for a while. Or write a letter and send someone back to the capital to borrow money? It was promised that the money would be repaid in autumn, and there would be two dividends... But if you borrowed it, you could borrow it, but you might not be able to generate a lot of money. When the time came, you couldn't pay it back, and you only owed the trust of the good brothers.
Li Zhifeng was slaughtering chickens in the yard, and the little dog was chasing after the chicken cooing around. The chicken's neck was still dragged with blood and ran wild. Li Zhifeng boiled the water and came out.
"Okay!" You Miao immediately forgot her troubles and clapped her hands vigorously.
Li Zhifeng carried the chicken and went in to pluck the feathers, wandering about the mind of a young man, but he couldn't care about anything else, and said, "You are really good at shooting arrows to get your head right."
The corners of Li Zhifeng's mouth were slightly raised, he sat on the small bench and plucked chicken feathers.
You Miao laughed and reached out to touch Li Zhifeng's handsome face. The two sat in the dim kitchen, the water was boiling, and the steam was bubbling up. You Miao couldn't help being moved, and when he leaned over, Li Zhifeng said: " Dirty face, full of mud." Then he turned his face and kissed his lips lightly.
At this moment, You Miao couldn't help feeling that money was a trivial matter, and it would be a very happy life to live like this every day.
"I'm starving to death." You Miao shouted again, "When can I eat?"
Li Zhifeng said, "Come on, just wait."
Li Zhifeng plucked the feathers, slaughtered the chicken, washed it and put the whole chicken into a clay pot. There were three bowls of water in the bottom of the pot. Outside, even the two craftsmen of Daliang and Xiaoliang were too hungry to probe their brains in the yard.