struggle in ancient times

Every New Year comes, the rich are fine, but many poor families live on cassava.

Liao Tingyu wrapped the clothes around his body and sneezed. He felt a little flimsy even though he was wrapped in thick leather clothes.

"Yeah, it's much colder here, and the humidity is heavy. I don't know how these people live this winter!" Huang Zilan put down the letter sent by his father far away, looked outside worriedly, and whispered Said.

Liao Tingyu didn't hear clearly, he only knew that Huang Zilan was talking, and he kept his ears open.

"What did father-in-law say?" Liao Tingyu poked his head and said.

"He said he gave birth to a son." Huang Zilan pouted, and mentioned in the letter that he should take good care of her husband. The worst thing was that he actually said that he really beat his father. Is there such a thing as a father?

Huang Zilan sighed softly: "I also gave us some things, and they are on the way."

"Well, it's better to send something delicious. Now I really miss the chili from our hometown. The ones here are not delicious at all. To be honest, my father-in-law can come here. Forget it, he probably won't do it." Liao Tingyu said after reminiscing about the chili noodles in his hometown.

"Now that I have everything to do, I won't come here. I wrote a letter to ask Dad to make chili powder and send it over, so that it can be preserved for a longer time." Huang Zilan said in a daze.

"Okay, by the way, let's send some milk powder over there. I see that you are worried these days. Do you want to do something? No matter what you do, I will support you behind your back." Liao Tingyu looked at Huang Zilan seriously and said.

"Don't we reap a lot from what we plant? Anyway, we can't finish it. Why don't we make a place to eat porridge and give those poor people some convenience." Huang Zilan didn't want to talk about his father, after all, he was really good to himself , just out of tune.

"It is indeed a lot, and it is enough for the poor in this county to eat, but those who can come are the poor on the edge of the county, and the villagers far away from the county cannot eat." Liao Tingyu saw that he was not willing to say, nor After all, he could see clearly what kind of person his father-in-law was.

He really loves Zilan from the bottom of his heart, but this person is just an old urchin and will never be serious.

"That's what to do, just look at those people who don't have enough to eat, hungry and cold, you know? I heard from those people that many people eat cassava in winter, it is poisonous, and people have died from eating it. "Huang Zilan felt sad when he thought of those people eating cassava in the drafty thatched huts wearing shabby clothes.

Liao Tingyu really wants to say that cassava is not poisonous, but those people are reluctant to eat it until it sprouts and eat it when it is poisonous, so they die.

But if this statement is said, no one will believe it.

However, eating cassava in winter is not an option. After all, cassava is not easy to store in the cold and there are no storage conditions.

If the common people want to get better, they will start working on large tracts of land next year.

Liao Tingyu thought about it, and thought that he could gather the rich people in the county, use human, material and financial resources to build a charity hall, and distribute relief food to the poor.

Although poor here, the rich still live a life of luxury.

"I remember that the temple has the habit of giving out porridge. Why don't we gather the food from the rich families in the county and send it to the poor people's homes. Anyway, the eldest brother and the others are very free recently. I watched it last time. They are going out to drink."

Huang Zilan's eyes widened: "Brother went out to drink, did you tell mother?"

"How dare I say this, if I say it, brother, I will be chased and beaten by my parents." Liao Tingyu spread his hands, expressing that he was very considerate of others.

"It's better not to talk about this matter. Although the eldest brother has independent money now, if A Niang hears it, she will still be very distressed." Huang Zilan thought of the last time Deng heard that Liao Tingyu went to drink with General Zhao and the others and lost it. Qian, who was bored in the room alone, didn't even eat dinner that day.

In those few days, they kept talking about money in their ears every day, causing the two of them to run away with their baby.

The two were joking and joking, but Liao Tingyu's idea Huang Zilan thought it was feasible, so he went ahead and distributed invitations to the wealthy people in the town, inviting their principal wives to come to the county government office for a tea party. What.

And Liao Tingyu is counting how much food can be donated.

The things he planted on the small hillside actually look like a lot, but the army also needs a lot of supplies, and the people above have eaten more than half of the military supplies, so it is nothing to fall into the hands of those bloody soldiers. .

He donated some to them. After all, he is a soldier. It is hard enough to leave his hometown, so he can help a little.

Zhao Yuan saw the prospect of Titian and Liao Tingyu's milk powder business, and followed him. The army made a lot of money, but it was still barely enough to support tens of thousands of people.

Huang Zilan talked with the wives and wives of the rich people during the day.

He was moved with emotion and understood with reason, but those people were used to seeing such tragedies, and they were no longer surprised. They just laughed and smoothed things over there, expressing their support, but in the end they just gave him, the county magistrate, some face. , make sense.

It's useless for a day.

Huang Zilan returned to the house exhausted, with a very bad look on his face: "What are you talking about with those people? It's obviously a very simple matter, why don't you want to help?"

"There are still a few who are willing, but most people are not willing, which is normal. After all, we do such a thing and move their things. No one is willing to give their things to others for nothing." Liao Tingyu held on with his right hand Standing, leisurely looking at the book.

This kind of thing is no longer surprising, after all, people are selfish.

"How can this be called giving to the poor for nothing, they can win a good reputation. Don't think I don't know, many of the rich people's granaries here have a lot of food spoiled." The more Huang Zilan thought about it, the more angry he became.

A crooked idea appeared: "I remember, it seems that there is a book that says that we can copy the homes of some unkind rich people, and then use the money and things for the poor."

Liao Tingyu looked back at Huang Zilan, "What are you thinking?"

"I didn't think about it. I remember that you wrote that book. It's the most popular among those poor families." Huang Zilan was not afraid of Liao Tingyu's serious expression.

"That's a novel, you can write whatever you want, and I wrote it because someone has done unforgivable things. If you look at our county, those family fortunes have been accumulated from generation to generation. Although There are some problems with bad style, but they are generally good, and the clan power here is very strong, we don't have the ability, you are out of your mind." Liao Tingyu said very seriously.

"Okay, I was just joking, you hurry up and think of a way with me, I've been busy all day, but it's not working at all." Huang Zilan was just joking.He also knew that it was wrong to do that, after all, people were relatively law-abiding.

"Think of a way, haven't you already thought of it? You were just saying that they can gain fame." Liao Tingyu said sharply.

This sentence immediately cleared the fog for Huang Zilan: "I really fell into a misunderstanding. You set up a stone tablet at the entrance of the vegetable market in the county. Whoever donates the most will be listed on it. Items and quantity, so presumably those people will take their face and reputation into consideration and not talk about it.”

"Tomorrow I will get you a big stone monument and arrange a prominent place for you. You can start to do it." Liao Tingyu thinks this is a good way and feasible, after all, people want face.

He is now the elder, waiting for the food to arrive.

"You've been busy recently, what are you doing?" Huang Zilan solved the problem and felt very relieved. He walked over and looked at the frames drawn on the paper, which was very strange.

"I've been researching how to make kang recently."

"What is that?" Huang Zilan had never heard this name before.

"Is that what you drew?"

"Well, how should I describe this thing? It probably looks like this. You can imagine it as a bed, but it's made of soil, with a fire underneath, so it's warm to sleep in in winter." Liao Tingyu explained.

"Wouldn't people be scalded if there's a fire below?" Huang Zilan thought for a while, and a thought popped into his mind.

When I went back to my hometown with Liao Tingyu to eat pig rice, the pig was put into the pot and scalded to death.He rubbed the goosebumps on his arms and shook his head towards the strange sight.

"I can't imagine. Have you counted the food we can deliver? How many households can we deliver?" Huang Zilan is still more concerned about his own affairs.

"It's been done a long time ago. The amount of grain is still relatively large, only about a hundred shi. You can figure it out." Liao Tingyu said as he handed over the notebook that recorded the amount of grain.

"So much!" Huang Zilan was taken aback. One mu of land can only produce one stone of grain at most.

"That's because it's wasteland. We haven't paid taxes, so it's impossible to have so much. And so many people take care of his fields."

"By the way, what are you going to do?" Liao Tingyu asked.

"As you said, the real poor in this winter will not go to the county seat. After I finish the shantang, I will go to my father to ask for the county register, and let people deliver things to them from door to door."

"Be careful, someone will eat black."

"Don't be afraid, I didn't send it all at once, you still don't trust my ability." Huang Zilan said proudly, knowing that those old foxes with his piercing eyes couldn't survive three tricks under his hands.

"That's it. I'll go to bed first and you go to bed early, don't be tired. If you need help, just tell me." Huang Zilan thought about it and thought there was nothing wrong.

It's getting dark now, so I can rest earlier.

"No, you go to bed first, I'll come back later."