"Master, what are you doing?"

When Guangyuan, who had just emerged from the shack, was about to piss, he saw his uncle sitting on a stone pier holding a piece of rag and placing something. Then he started to tear the rag with a "hiss". In a short while, he tore the rag into strips of cloth.

"What are you doing? Get some leggings cloth, otherwise your legs will feel uncomfortable walking." Lu Si said as he began to wrap his calves tightly with a strip of cloth.

After three days, Lu Si and his team walked about 130 miles with their legs. This speed was no longer slower than the "simple" organization of the villagers. After all, they were "mobs" and not an organized army.

However, more than 100 miles may not be anything to farmers who have been walking on their legs for generations, but for Lu Si, who basically did not rely on his legs for traveling in his previous life, it would be quite a pain.

The first day was better, and there was no other feeling except that the calf was a little sore when I went to bed at night.

The situation worsened the next day. When I was sleeping at night, my calves began to cramp, and the hamstrings suddenly became tight from time to time, just like my calves suddenly hardened, not to mention how painful it was.

On the evening of the third day, Lu Si felt that his legs were extremely heavy as if they were filled with lead. At night, he lay on the bed board, and his calf was so painful that he didn't dare to stretch out his legs, so he could only bend.

Lu Si knew that this would not work. There were at least two days before Huai'an Mansion. It would take halfway to get rid of his legs. Then he would be really unfair and unresponsive. After thinking about it for a while, he thought of a practical and simple method of leggings.

After the legs were tied up, Lu Si jumped off the stone pier for a while.

Except for the swelling of my calves at the beginning, my legs were cramped and painful, I had no other discomfort, and I quickly got used to it and felt a little comfortable.

Sure enough, the experience of the older generation is still effective. Lu Si thought that the older generation he mentioned seemed to be considered younger generations.

Indeed, among the soldiers who gaunt their leggings in later generations, Lu Wenzong was the older generation.

Lu Si asked Guangyuan to come over and tie his legs. Guangyuan didn't believe that it would be easy to walk with a cloth strip on his legs. However, he listened to the master since he was a child, so he obediently tied his legs, and then ran to pee as soon as he carried his belt.

The place where Lu Si and his friends rested and stayed is a small village called Xitan in the northwest of Yancheng County. After passing this Xitan village, it is the territory of Shanyang County, Huai'an Prefecture.

Xitan Village is not big, with more than 40 families in the village, and it is impossible to accommodate thousands of river workers. Therefore, according to the county's arrangement, the river workers spread out one by one according to their respective areas, with Xitan Village as the point, and camped on the spot. As for the people in the county, they naturally could live in the village.

The so-called on-site camping means that you will find your own way, and some people will live, and those who don’t live can live. If you have the conditions, use a wheelbarrow as a rack, then pull up a rope and put a linen and rain-proof straw raincoat on it, and lay it on it with straw. Although the air leaks everywhere, it cannot hold back many people to squeeze together, so it is not considered cold.

If there are no conditions or if there are not many tools to prepare, just set up a fire and then a group of people will sleep around the fire.

There is a more convenient way to get into the grass with the bedding in my arms. The grass in winter has withered and is pressed down to a steady state. It is not too cold to sleep in it.

Of course, the premise of these practices is that God cannot rain, otherwise he will suffer no matter what conditions are. Fortunately, although it is cold these days, God may know the suffering of the river workers leaving their hometowns. Not only does it rain, but the northwest wind does not blow.

Lu Si and the others were lucky. Seventeen people found a shack where local villagers put ducks. Although there was nothing and there was a vague smell of duck poop, it was better than sleeping outside.

However, a few dozen feet away from this shack is a cemetery shared by several local villages.

I don’t know how many generations this cemetery has been through. Anyway, the graves are one after another, and the weeds inside are taller than people, and they are as messy as mass graves.

There is a tomb where there is still a lot of paper money floating on it. It may be because the person has just passed away, or because his family is poor, and he has not even erected a monument.

Guangyuan was afraid of ghosts when he was young. If his father and uncle hadn't slept together, this kid wouldn't have been killed by the grave. Because of the fear of ghosts, the child insisted on urinating until dawn before he dared to go out to pee.

But what surprised the child was that the master, who was as afraid of ghosts as he was a child, didn't know where he got his courage, and dared to go into the cemetery in the middle of winter.

Lu Si is really not afraid of ghosts, and he is not wandering around. He is watching the grass in this cemetery grow densely, and he suspects that there may be bird nests inside and wants to get some bird eggs to satisfy his craving. Although it is winter, some birds do not fly south.

Unfortunately, after burying in the grass for a while, I didn't find any bird's nest. A hare called him to startle Lao Gao and then disappeared in an instant.

There was no choice but to come back in dejectedly and sleep in a shack. Halfway through, a dead tree on the ground tripped, and accidentally pushed the grave down and rolled to the ground.

In his previous life, Lu Si would probably not bend down and put the graves back on, because when he was a child, he and his friends in the village liked to kick the graves.

But for some reason, it was because the grave was put on again for someone, and then he bowed respectfully three times.

After finishing, he looked around and then went back to the shack. In the middle of the night, he woke up twice by his leg pain. When he got up in the morning, Lu Si made a leggings cloth for himself without saying a word.

.........

As soon as Guangyuan came back from urinating, he saw his father carrying his own rice bag and pouring rice into the pot he brought to the old uncle.

In these three days, the river workers all ate the rice they brought from their homes. Everyone can spread the rice evenly. It’s okay if they don’t get the rice. When the pot is boiled, don’t just go here.

Everyone must have dry food that can be eaten at any time, but in the cold weather, no one wants to eat some hot food, so no one refuses to spread rice.

Song Wu handed over the cooking errand to Lu Wenliang, and said that when he arrived at the Huai'an construction site, he asked him to continue cooking for everyone, which was considered a disguised care.

Because of breakfast, Lu Wenliang put everyone's rice together to make porridge. The pot was brought by Song Wu, and it also specially equipped with an iron rack. It can be cooked by putting the pot on the rack.

"Who has sweet potatoes? Put a few pots to cook."

Song Wu was called to drink by Wang Si's people last night, and I don't know how much I drank. I was still covered in alcohol early in the morning, and I could smell the smell of alcohol from a distance.

“I have it here,”

Jiang Kui touched four big potatoes from the grain bag and handed them to Lu Wenliang. Lu Si took a kitchen knife and cut the potatoes into small pieces and put them in the pot. Lu Wenliang touched a few biscuits from his own grain bag and put them in the pot and cooked them.

There are no pits nearby. Except for some women in the team who need to find a place to hide, others will find a place to facilitate.

They are all helping big men, and they haven't seen three heads, so what's so shameful. At most, they are too long and short, and they are too thick and thin. That's it.

When Song Wu came back, he tied his belt and said to everyone: "I almost forgot to tell you... Zhao Bingfang in the county told him yesterday. When he entered Shanyang County, everyone should follow the team immediately. Never leave the team. He said that Shanyang County came to help the soldiers from the north to help them be their masters...

We are here to go to the river engineering industry, so we can't ask these people to take them away... If something happens to you, remember to come to me, and don't argue with the locals, especially those who are in the army. Remember?"

"I know!"

Everyone nodded. The reason why they didn't cause trouble when they were away, was passed down by their ancestors.

"Fifth Master, are the soldiers from the north not under our Huaian Prefecture?"

Lu Si folded the reeds under the laid iron pot and looked sideways at Song Wu.
Chapter completed!