Chapter 19: The Thousand Years of Grand Clan (please collect it)

To raise manure means evenly scattering piles of farm manure on the ground, and then letting the ox plow the land after it is gone, and finally mixing the farm manure into the land evenly.

This is a unique flavor in the countryside, unforgettable.

The fermented farm fertilizer tastes undescriptive...

As a landlord's family, the land of his own should naturally be given priority. During these days, Yun's family, from the master to the servants, had to work in the fields.

The twenty-seven plowing oxen from the Yun family lined up in a row and plowed the fields on the vast fields, giving them an indescribable beauty.

Of course, if there were no scenes where the tenants were walking in the fields with their plowheads while pulling their plows, Yun Zhao would like this scene very much.

Later generations paid attention to dignity and the dignity of workers, believing that workers should not be used as animals, and use as many machinery as possible.

In the Ming Dynasty, all the workers wanted to become big animals here.

Yun Yang held the plow in Yun's big house, but his eyes were staring at the tragic scene of his father and brother pulling the plow in front and his mother holding the plow behind.

More than once he asked his mother to drive the ox to plough the house. He went to drag the plow, but his father refused.

It is very important for their family to earn four kilograms of millet a day.

Yun Zhao sat on the ground and played with Yun Xiaomei.

There are always bulging marks in the wet mud, as if something is crawling underground. In fact, the brown ground tiger likes to arch the mud into the tunnel because of its two huge shovels.

As long as Yun Zhao and Yun Xiaomei were at the end of the raised traces, they used wooden sticks to lift the soil, and a strong ground tiger would appear in front of the two of them.

Then he tied the ground tiger with a rope, and Yun Zhao and Yun Xiaomei had the tools to play.

Put the ground tiger into the mud to see whose ground tiger is digging faster.

Generally, after seven or eight rounds of cycles, the earth tiger will be finished. At this time, Yun Xiaomei will happily put the earth tiger in a cage and take it home to feed the chickens.

"That dead chicken doesn't lay eggs, people love to eat eggs very much."

When Yun Xiaomei saw that the grass cage was filled with fat ground tigers, she felt aroused.

Yun Zhao took out his arms and magically took out an egg, putting it in her dirty hands in her dirty hands in Yun Xiaomei's longing eyes.

Then, the ecstatic little girl ran towards her mother with her eggs raised and stepped on the soft soil.

An egg was almost licked by my parents under the force of my daughter. The younger Yunshu only took a light bite, and the rest was eaten by the little girl. However, the joy this egg brought to the family was huge. Even Yun Yang, who was plowing the land for the Yun Zhao family, was particularly strong when driving away the animals.

It is unrealistic to ask Yun Yang to drive the ox from Yun Zhao's family directly and throw the owner's fields to plow the land for his own family.

Yun Zhao cannot ask for this, otherwise the rules will be disrupted.

So Yun Zhao went down the field himself and ran around the main cloud flag that was pulling the plow, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, and one by one, on the field full of spring atmosphere.

There are disadvantages when people pull plows, that is, the plow is not deep enough, only about half of the plowing ox. Even so, during the lunch break, Yun Zhao's two shoulders were strangled by the rope.

Yunqi's wife lifted Yun Zhao's collar, looked at her swollen shoulders and cried, "The young master of a wealthy family has suffered this crime."

Yunqi looked at Yun Zhao's shoulder and shook his head and said, "This is right. It's not that he is right to help our family pull the plow, but that it's not a bad thing if he can go into the ground to pull the plow.

There are many things in this world that don’t feel sorry for selling the land of a child. Only when this child has suffered will he know that it is not easy for his ancestors to accumulate family business.

If my father hadn't died in the battle, my family would have had a good life."

As he spoke, his eyes turned red. Looking from afar, Yun Yang, who was still unwilling to rest at noon and continuing to work, seemed very proud.

In the afternoon, Yunqi refused to ask Yun Zhao for help. There were too many work in the field and he didn't dare to rest. He took advantage of his energy and had to speed up.

There were people everywhere in the fields, and there were large groups of white clouds floating by in the sky above my head, and the white ones were a little black.

The oxen in the field is still walking slowly, and the plowed land is clearly different from the unplowed land. The plowed oxen and groups of people are the people who paint on the drawing paper of the earth.

Yun Zhao dragged Yun Xiaomei to stand on a small hill. The scene at his feet made him a little fascinated. It was not until his mother called him loudly that he woke up from the poetic artistic conception.

He took Yun Xiaomei to the donkey cart he was riding in and continued to patrol Yun's territory.

"From the foot of the mountain, until the big elm tree, they were all sealed land from their ancestors. Our family is not rented to outsiders, and only the people of this clan can rent these lands, and the Yunqi family is."

Yun Zhao stood in the donkey cart to set up a pergola and looked at it, "How many acres are there?"

Yun Niang said proudly: "One thousand seven hundred acres!"

"So much?" Yun Zhao was shocked.

Yun Niang smiled and said, "Just this, there is no dry land that is not relied on water. Our family still has 4,300 acres of dry land. Two firewood mountains and four ponds."

Yun Zhao looked at the slopes far away, where more people were working.

"I heard from Uncle Qi that a landlord named Qian is competing with our family for mountain and pond?"

Yun Niang smiled and said, "What's the point of being Qian? Our family needs to endure it in the past few years and save my son's blessing."

Yun Zhao looked at his mother suspiciously and said, "If our family doesn't want to endure it, will the surname Qian be out of the way?"

Yun Niang took out her handkerchief to wipe the sweat beads on her face and said, "Anyway, Uncle Fu said that, he never tells lies or nonsense."

Yun Zhao thought for a moment and suddenly remembered a question. Since he became smart, he discovered that in such a large Yun family, there were only two truly smart people, mother and Uncle Fu, and the rest were all stupid, including the accounting room at home, and the manager was surprisingly stupid.

This is very inconsistent with the identity of the Yun family's thousand-year-old family.

When Yun Niang saw her son looking at her, she said angrily: "Look at what I do. No matter what the family looks like, it will be yours in the end. Now, you can win over your people well and you can't escape when you grow up."

Yun Zhao smiled and said, "I am also worried about how these stupid guys in my family can keep the Yun family's 6,000 acres of fertile land. Now I understand, that is, our family does not have to pay taxes to the court, right?"

Yun Niang smiled and said, "The government has long forgotten our poor and remote places. Since I got married, I have never seen anyone from the government come to our house."

Yun Zhao took a breath again.

He was a small official in poverty alleviation in his previous life. He knew deeply that there was no room for negotiation on the issue of tax payment in any dynasty or period.

In the Ming Dynasty, civil servants may take advantage, but it is too difficult for military officers to evade taxes, unless they are officers and soldiers of the garrison.

Grandpa is a guerrilla general. The so-called guerrilla army is the kind of army that has no fixed place and needs to go wherever it is needed. It is the most unlucky one in the army.

Now, from what my mother meant, Yun clan seemed to have another side that Yun Zhao didn’t know?

It took a whole afternoon to wrap the Yun family paddy fields with a donkey cart around it. When he returned home in the evening, Yun Zhao continued to go to the housekeeper Yunfu without waiting for dinner.

At this moment, the butler Yun Fu became extremely mysterious in Yun Zhao's eyes.

A thatched hut was built on the edge of the river ditch, and the fire was burning in it. A young man with a naked upper body was thrusting in the iron. The jingling sound had been sounding for a while, and Yun Fu was squatting on a bench to suck his paw.

Seeing that Yun Zhao was coming, the young man stopped the hammer in his hand and threw the gradually dimmed iron block into the stove, looking at Yun Zhao without saying a word.

Yun Fu raised his leg and kicked the young man and said, "Young master is here, don't know how to greet him?"

The young man looked up at Yun Zhao and said, "Liu Zongmin greeted me."

Yun Zhao curiously circled around Liu Zongmin. Liu Zongmin seemed to dislike turning his back to others, so he followed Yun Zhao around.

Yun Zhao was very disappointed and thought that the real giant gangster should be the kind of burly man who can stand on his fists and run horses on his arms written in the novel. The person in front of him is not only not as tough as a thief, but also a little shy!

Seeing that Yun Zhao stopped talking, Liu Zongmin immediately took out a three-inch-long dagger from a small box and gave it to Yun Zhao, with a simple smile on his face.

The small dagger is made of exquisitely, and it is very simple with the handle made of ox horns. The dagger has been sharp and looks quite sharp.

Yun Zhao took the dagger and bowed to Liu Zongmin like a master: "I wonder if the craftsman can create a long sword?"

Liu Zongmin frowned and turned to Yun Fu.

Yun Fu smiled and said, "Do if you can!"
Chapter completed!