In Youzhou, in the far north of Daqing, the temperature is still very low in the first month. In recent days, the sun has become stronger and stronger, and the snow has gradually melted away, adding a bit of dampness and coldness.

The Liang family's farm is not far from the main house, with a total of more than 1,000 acres of land and 600 tenants.

It was a cold day, and no one wanted to go out. Mr. Liang was wrapped in a thick fur, and he also added cashmere warm clothes that he had bought from Xujiazhuang. It was still so cold that his teeth chattered.

Fortunately, the hand stove he held in his arms was burning silver charcoal produced in Xujiazhuang, which gave him warmth and dissipated a lot of the cold air.

Boya followed his father out of the house and came to the farm. The first thing the father and son saw were the large fields with withered yellow. These were the wheat stubble left behind, which could be used as fertilizer when dug out and buried in the ground.

Mr. Liang was horrified to discover that even this fertilization method came from Xujiazhuang.

Over the years, they have been unknowingly surrounded by various items produced in Xujiazhuang and new theories spread out.

Turning back and looking at each other with their son Boya, the father and son continued walking towards the village where the tenant farmers lived.

The snow was melting and the roads on the ground were muddy. Mr. Liang regretted not letting his servants lead him when he went out.

Boya seldom came to the village, and he never thought that the road from his farm would be in such a bad state.

The father and son stood in front of a huge muddy pond and looked at each other awkwardly. Mr. Liang obviously backed down.

But Boya somehow remembered the gray-white long street in the Xujiazhuang market that was not afraid of water or fire.

He couldn't help but wonder, if he succeeded in persuading his father this time, after he achieved political achievements, could he get some preferential treatment - such as building a cement road for their family that was not afraid of water or fire?

I have long heard that Xujiazhuang is currently recruiting men to build roads in the county town. The importance of a good road is very clear to Boya, who is standing in front of the muddy pond at this moment.

So, the young man decided to risk his life! He grabbed his father who was about to go back, and the two of them stepped into the stinking, turbid puddle together.

"What are you doing!" Mr. Liang was angry and frightened, but he had already stepped in with his two feet. If he wanted to escape, he could only hold his feet and jump at a faster speed to escape from the pond.

Fortunately, when they went out, they put on a pair of wooden clogs to avoid getting their soles wet from the snow. The uppers were only stained by specks of mud and water, but did not get wet.

But despite this, Mr. Liang was still so angry that he wanted to kick the filial son hard.

Facing his father's rage, Boya suddenly felt a strange feeling rising in his heart.

It was just that the uppers of the shoes were a little stained by mud, and my father was furious. However, the tenants and the servants following them had already wet their straw sandals, and they looked like they were used to it.

They looked at the father and son, as if they were looking at something strange.

While Boya was observing the expressions of these servants, someone's voice suddenly came from under the big tree not far ahead.

At this time of year, tenants are basically huddled at home and dare not go out to avoid getting cold. At the same time, they also save physical exertion and eat as little as possible.

The village in winter was so quiet that one could hear the birds passing by in the sky, so that in such a season, Boya felt it was incredible to suddenly hear the sound of human voices.

Listen carefully, it seems like a child talking to his father.

"Dad, I can't pull it out."

"Don't move, daddy will pick it for you."

"......Um."

"Is it done?"

"Ooooh, daddy, I still can't pull it out..." The child cried in a thin voice, as if he had no strength.

At this time, another angry female voice came, "I eat tree bark every day, it's strange that he can pull it out!"

Immediately afterwards, Boya saw a woman so thin that her linen clothes were swaying in the wind, leading a child whose head was huge compared to her body, walking out from behind the big tree.

Both sides were stunned, and when Boya didn't know how to react, the woman suddenly opened her eyes wide, as if grasping a life-saving straw, she suddenly put down the child in her arms, called the man behind the tree and rushed towards them together.

Mr. Liang, who was still scolding his son, was frightened. He thought that these two people were going to do harm to him. He grabbed Boya, who was still standing stupidly, and called the servants to come forward.

The man and woman who looked like a couple were stopped by the servants. They knelt down in the bitterly cold mud, their eyes were so bright that they stared at Boya and begged:

"Master, please give my family a bowl of food on credit. The child will die if he holds in his feces and cannot poop out. We only need one bowl, and we will pay you back when the fields have a harvest next year!"

They only looked at Boya, as if they knew that an experienced old landlord like Mr. Liang would not be soft-hearted for them.

The linen clothes on their bodies were very torn, and they had no needles and threads to mend them. The places where the air leaked were tied with straw stalks. There were no trousers, so they were tied around their waists with ropes made of wheat straw.

The waist looked stronger than their skinny bodies, and was slightly bulging, as if they were full and bloated.

But how can such a tenant have enough to eat?

Boya was a little confused. The social circle was full of young men from aristocratic families, and the poorest person he saw was the groom in the stable.

For a moment, he couldn't figure out what was going on with the couple's stomachs.

The servant next to them explained in a low voice: "Master, they have nothing to eat, and they are bloated after not eating. Maybe they drank some bark mud water, which made them even more bloated."

Boya opened his mouth slightly, took a breath of cold air, and subconsciously looked down at the mud at his feet. Is this edible?

Facts have proven that when a person is extremely hungry, he can eat anything except rocks that cannot be chewed.

Boya asked his servants to get rice for the couple. Seeing that his father had no objection, he asked the couple to get up and followed them to their home.

Seeing that the host's family was willing to lend them rice, the couple was overjoyed. They picked up the child who had just been left behind and led these precious people to their home.

Only then did Boya realize that the child with the huge head was a boy.

The quiet village suddenly became lively. The doors of the low-rise earthen houses were opened a little. A pair of black and white eyes curiously came over. When they saw the Liang family and his son, their eyes were dim and unclear. I didn't know that it was such a cold day that the noble master was coming.

do what.

But they did not miss the two bowls of golden corn that the servant handed to Ding Xiang'er's house.

Suddenly, those curious eyes seemed to flash with a wolf-like green light.

Even though Mr. Liang had been prepared, he was still frightened. He followed his son's wishes and followed the couple named Ding into their home.

Mr. Liang felt his eyes go dark, and then a dry and cold breath came up from the soles of his feet, making him shiver.

There were no windows in the low, dark earth house, with only a little light coming in from outside the door. It was actually not as warm as outside.
Chapter completed!