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"Yulin, don't do stupid things, don't show off your courage! Wang Shixin has many minions, Yang Kun and Hei Bao are both first-class bullies, and there are many thugs around you. You will definitely not be able to beat so many of them by yourself. If you have a few mistakes, I will be sorry to the dead fourth brother! I promised him to take good care of you!" Yang Kaide didn't know what he saw and repeatedly told Zhang Zhun.

"Uncle, I understand, I don't know." Zhang Zhun answered very affirmatively.

Only then did Yang Kaide feel a little relieved.

However, if Yang Kaide was more careful, he would definitely realize that Zhang Zhun's answer was too fast and louder. Yes, Zhang Zhun's answer was completely perfunctory. In his previous life, his father also had such dissuasion, and the final result was... the family was destroyed and the wife was separated. With such a lesson, Zhang Zhun would certainly not repeat the same mistake!

In other words, he will never be "calm" anymore and will be tolerant anymore!

He must take action first if he takes action first!

Without speculation, Zhang Zhun came to find the mouse.

The mouse was preparing firewood for boiling salt with his elder brother Yang Ruifeng.

In the past, after the money and grain of Fushan District's military households were still distributed after three or four months of arrears, everyone gritted their teeth and waited, tightened their belts and dragged them over. However, with the continuous tension in Liaodong and the chaos in Shaanxi became more and more intense, the money and grain were delayed for a long time. The money and grain of March last year have not been distributed yet!

There was no way, the military households had to find a way out.

You can't starve to death, right?

Farming for officers is the most common way to make a living. In other words, it is to be a tenant for officers. However, not every military household has such a lifestyle. Only those military households who are willing to flatter thousands of households, deputy households, and a hundred households have this qualification. For example, the Sui Mingyi family in Yangjiatun farmed for Wang Shixin. There are about a dozen such military households in each town, which is not mainstream. Especially in the most remote Yangjiatun, there are very few military households who serve as tenants.

Moreover, if you are a tenant for the officers, the land rent is quite high. After a year, you basically don’t have anything left. It is unlikely to have food and clothing. I can only say that if you have land, you will always have a slightly better life than others. In fact, it is not much better. Being a tenant for the officers is almost the same as a slave, and life and property are basically controlled by the officers.

Boiling salt is the most common way for military households without farming to make a living. Fushan Station is surrounded by the sea on three sides, and Yangjiatun is closest to the seaside. The sea water contains salt. The flowers, plants and trees in Laoshan are also free. They are pulled back with great effort. They are drying it. Build a few large pots by the sea, fill Shanghai water, ignite the firewood, and boil the water to get salt.

Cooking salt requires a lot of firewood. The Yang family often sends out the whole family to chop firewood together to barely consume three large pots. However, the purchase price per kilogram of salt they cook is only four cents or even three cents. Every month, they work hard and get up early and go into the dark, but they only earn about one hundred kilograms of salt, and the income is only three to four hundred cents. This is the income of the whole family of seven.

In the past, I could buy one pound of grain for five cents, but now I definitely can’t buy it. At least eight cents or even nine cents or ten cents. The monthly income from boiling salt can only buy fifty pounds of grain. The whole family of seven, plus Zhang Zhun is eight, how can I eat it? It is inevitable to eat wild vegetables every meal, and rice is just a decoration.

Fortunately, Laoshan is rich in land and has firewood, herbs, and wild vegetables. When Yang Ruifeng and his team went to collect firewood, they also got a lot of wild vegetables, grass roots, tree roots, etc. It would be even better if they could pick mushrooms. However, because everyone was hungry and hungry, they didn’t know enough about mushrooms, and they often picked poisonous mushrooms. Last year alone, more than a dozen people died on poisonous mushrooms around Yangjiatun, so Yang Ruifeng and the others were not very relieved. Mushrooms that they didn’t know were definitely not picked.

It is completely different from mouse. Yang Ruifeng, the eldest son of the Yang family, is a very honest person, diligent and capable, getting up early and going to bed late. He looks like he is in his forties or fifties, with wrinkles and frost on his face. Because of his long-term dealing with Haiyan, his hands have long cracked, as if they were the bark of a thousand-year-old tree. Yang Kaide felt that the most sorry for his son was that he had not been able to marry a wife for Yang Ruifeng.

It is often popular for poor military households to change their kinship. You marry your daughter to my son, and I marry my daughter to your son. Neither party wants a bride gift or something. Yang Yinghan is beautiful and understanding, and there are many military households who come to the door to change their kinship, but Yang Ruifeng firmly refuses to exchange his sister for his wife, so this matter is dragged down.

Zhang Zhun has always cared and sympathized with such honest people. If he had been supple, Yang Yinghan would be someone else's woman. He helped to sort out the firewood and stacked bundles of dry firewood with all his might, and asked casually: "Brother Feng, how many kilograms of salt can you cook today?"

Yang Ruifeng replied dullly: "Sanjin."

Zhang Zhun nodded silently.

The salt content of seawater is about 3%. If you want to cook one pound of salt in each iron pot, you have to inject about 30 pounds of seawater. This is already a large pot. It is really not easy to evaporate such a large pot of seawater! The Yang family has three pots, and cooking three pounds of salt every day is already the limit. However, the income of three pounds of salt is only ten cents, and you can only buy more than one pound of grain.

"Erlen, let's go fishing!"

After preparing the firewood, the mouse picks up the net.

Fishing is the second choice for military households to make a living.

As the saying goes, if you rely on the mountains to eat the mountains and the sea to eat the sea. If you are surrounded by water on all sides of the Fushan Mountain, you will naturally have to make the idea of ​​the sea. The seafood around Fushan Mountain is still very rich. Nowadays, there is no industrial pollution or overfishing, and the fish are growing hard. People who go out to sea by boat often see groups of dense yellow croakers swimming leisurely, and are not afraid of people at all.

However, the fish that comes are basically eaten by themselves, and it is unlikely that they can be sold for money. The commodity economy of Fushansou is not developed and no one buys fish. Even so, not every military household has fish to eat, it depends on luck. After all, it is not a professional fisherman, nor professional fishing tools, and the big yellow croaker is not so stupid that it can be caught with just a hand.

Eating meat, pork, mutton, and beef is a luxury for the poor military households. Pork costs more than 50 cents per pound, which is equivalent to five or six days of salt income, and the poor military households cannot afford it. Only during festivals can they buy a small piece, and they must be fryed in advance for several months or even a year to spare. After the oil is fryed, the remaining oil residue can be divided into several small pieces. Therefore, the military households must be dipped in oil, and finally they must make the decision to make the sea.

Without professional fishing tools, military households can only do strange tricks and make their own fishing tools according to local conditions. Net fishing is the most common, usually made of rags. The mouse's net is already worn out, and several large holes are penetrated in the middle. He used vines to wrap the broken places and barely repair them. But inadvertently, the vines scattered and the holes appeared shaky again.

Yang Yinghan came out of the room and saw the nets in their hands. He frowned and shouted, "Second brother, don't let Yulin go into the water. His wounds cannot touch the raw water."

"I know, we won't go into the water."

Zhang Zhun also said, "Don't worry, I won't go into the water. Why don't I cherish my own life? The mouse is responsible for fishing, and I am responsible for watching."

Yang Yinghan looked a little weird, as if she was about to say something to the mouse, but in the end she didn't say anything. She turned to Zhang Zhun and said, "Be careful yourself... It doesn't matter if there is no fish."

Zhang Zhun nodded.

Yang Yinghan then went into the house.

Zhang Zhun suddenly reacted, looked at the mouse with his head, and asked curiously: "What does Xiao Ya mean in the last sentence? What does it mean to have no fish?"

Mouse's face suddenly became unnatural, and he said insincerely: "She said that because I was not capable of fishing. I must get a grouper back today to let Xiaoya see how powerful I am."

Zhang Zhun was slightly stunned and asked subconsciously: "You... have never caught fish before?"

The mouse suddenly blushed, his expression became even more unnatural, and he stammered: "It's not that there is no... Isn't this being caught by everyone?"

Zhang Zhun understood. It turned out that this kid had a silver wax spear head, and he looked very slim and his mouth was very slippery, but in fact he had no ability to catch a fish. No wonder Yang Yinghan had such a reaction. If she just shrank back, it was probably: "Second brother, you'd better stop going, waste time."

The mouse blushed even more, but couldn't lose face and admitted that his fishing skills were indeed not good. He was still covering up and said, "Today, I must find a good place to go offline... I must get a fish back..."

Zhang Zhun was too lazy to pay attention to him and asked casually: "Does there be a javelin?"

The mouse said blankly: "What javelin?"

Zhang Zhun was too lazy to ask, looked around and went to find it himself.

I didn't find it outside the house, so I entered the house.

Everyone living in Fushan is a military household. It is logical that they should be a soldier, but there is no decent weapon inside and outside the house... Well, there is a waist knife on the wall, which should be the Ming army's standard waist knife. However, the dust on it can glue the waist knife and the wall together. Zhang Zhun took a look and finally gave up the idea of ​​taking it off. It is easy to take off the waist knife, but if the wall collapses, it will be troublesome.

Yang Yinghan was busy in the kitchen. When she saw him looking around, she asked in surprise: "Yulin, what are you looking for?"

Zhang Zhun said: "Jaberlin."

Yang Yinghan doesn't quite understand.

Zhang Zhun said: "It's just... for fishing!"

After saying that, he made a fishing move.

In the past, when they were in the Marine Corps, the soldiers never lacked seafood. In addition to often going to the rocks to touch crabs and lobsters, pricking fish is also their specialty. Friends from the north may know that in winter, a hole was dug in the frozen river surface, lured the fish with bait, and then raised the javelin and shot it with one shot. As long as the movements are fast, accurate and ruthless, a fish will be stabbed to death and lifted up.

There is no such convenience in the south. However, it doesn't matter. As long as there are fish, the soldiers can use this ability. Whether it is luring the fish with bait, or driving the fish out of the water with stones, as long as the fish appears beside them, the javelin is pierced down and one by one. If you pierce it empty, you will have no shame to see anyone in the future.

Yang Yinghan thought for a while, lifted up the pile of firewood, took out a spear that was also covered with dust from behind the firewood, "Is this?"

"this……"

Zhang Zhun was speechless.

Sister, this is not a javelin, this is a spear.

If such a thick spear is stabbed to death, the whale will be stabbed to death.

Forget it, just use it.

Take the spear, come to the well to lift the water.

The mouse asked strangely: "Erlen, what are you doing? What are you doing with a spear? Where are you going to fight?"

Zhang Zhun said angrily: "Don't talk nonsense! Come here, help me polish the tip of the gun and clean the rust on it. The gun rod must also be washed well and the dust on it is clean."

The mouse said with a smile: "Okay!"

After taking the spear, I became busy.

Grind the tip of the gun, not because of the need to stab the fish, but because the tip of the gun is rust. If it pierces into the fish's body and leaves rust, should the fish still eat it?

The mouse couldn't do big things, and he did this little thing quite properly. He carefully grindled out all the rust on the tip of the gun, washed away the dust on the gun rod, and then handed the spear to Zhang Zhun.

Zhang Zhun tried the tip of the gun with his hands, it was OK, quite sharp.

"Okay! Let's go!"
Chapter completed!