"What does the scholar have to say?" asked the village chief.
"I'm afraid this severe drought will last for a long time. The village should prepare early." Yan Huaiwen said seriously.
"Hiss!" Village Chief Luo couldn't hold the bowl anymore. He quickly put it down and asked hurriedly: "What are you talking about? Brother Wen, what did you hear in the town?"
He was so anxious that he called out Yan Huaiwen's nickname.
Santie looked at Xiucai Gong quietly and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that he was not angry.
I told you at home that the eldest son of the Yan family is different from the peasants like them. He should not call him Wen Ge Wen Ge anymore, and he should be respectfully called Xiucai Gong.
Yan Laoer looked at his eldest brother in surprise.
What's going on?
Can a scholar know everything about the world without going out?
Did Brother know so early that there was going to be a drought?
I tried hard to recall the plot in the book that my daughter told me about, but it seems that this paragraph does not exist...
Could it be that their arrival changed the plot?
Yan Huaiwen had to use trumped-up news to cover up his unusual foresight.
"That's right, I heard that the Qintian Monitor has calculated that there will be a severe drought."
What a prisoner?!
The grandparents of the Luo family couldn't understand what it was about, but it had a high-level name. They understood it according to their own weak knowledge.
This is a place where you can count and calculate. People have tested it and found that there will be a severe drought!
This must be believed!
Only a scholar can find out such useful information. Having fame is different!
Village Chief Luo, who had experience in escaping from famine, immediately couldn't sit still. He was right, he had to make preparations in advance.
"The wheat in the fields must be harvested quickly, and the water in the old wells must be fished out. Let's leave first while there is no movement in the nearby villages." Village Chief Luo was taken by his parents to escape famine, and people died on the road.
There are simply too many. On the road to escape, whoever goes first has a greater chance of survival.
The younger generation in the village has not experienced it, but the elders have all been here since that time.
Capture the key points right away.
Yes, the most important things are these two things - water and food.
"There's one more thing I want to ask you for help." Yan Huaiwen looked at his younger brother and said helplessly: "Huai'an and his wife have been busy in the fields all day. They can wait, but the wheat in the fields can't wait. I can't go out, please."
You can help find some people and harvest the wheat from the fields within three days, and my family is willing to use the grain to do the work."
The village chief nodded secretly.
This scholar is transparent.
At this time, it was hard to find part-time workers, as they all guarded their own land.
But the food supply is different. Even if the supply is less, more people are willing to put in the effort.
If he releases the news about the prison tomorrow, more people will rush to help the Yan family recover the land.
The triathlete’s eyes lit up.
There are many people eating in their house and even more working people.
You can harvest your own land in three to two strokes.
It's not difficult to collect it for the Yan family.
"Master!" Santie called softly.
After being stared at hard, he became silent.
"Don't worry, Mr. Xiucai, you don't need three days. Two days is enough for your few acres of land." Village Chief Luo thought about it for a while and asked: "Mr. Xiucai, where do you think we should go?"
He had no idea in his mind and knew that he had to escape. The only way to survive was to leave.
But where can they go?
When he thought about having to leave behind the family business that he had worked so hard for, he finally understood how his parents felt back then.
Not willing to give up!
"Go north, to Guanzhou."
…
After leaving the door of Yan's house, Santie asked his father impatiently: "Master, why don't you tell Mr. Xiu Cai that our family will help him harvest the wheat?"
"No brain!" Old Man Luo hated iron. "Everything about our family is obvious. Don't people know that we have a lot of boys? You didn't even mention it, and you asked me to help find people to do the work, just to use this advantage."
Please go out and get to know more of your neighbors."
Among the grandchildren, he is the smartest in triathlon, and he is willing to teach him more. "We are different from the neighboring villages. We each have our own ancestors. If we want the big guys to follow us on the road, we have to let people touch them.
Real benefits.”
"Sir, I don't understand. If they don't want to come with us, they can just go their separate ways. What's the point?" Santie was confused, still thinking about the food promised by Xiucai Gong.
"You are still young and have little experience, so you don't know what's going on here." Old Man Luo said, "We are going to escape from famine. Which direction should we go, which road should we take, when should we go, and when should we sleep.
Do you want to take a car, who is going to find food and drink, and who is guarding the children? If you have someone who can make the decision, you must also have someone who can help with the work. Only by working together can we find a way to survive."
"Xiucai Gong is the most promising person in our village, and everyone respects him, but he rarely interacts with us on weekdays. If we want everyone to work together, we have to let everyone know that Xiucai Gong is a generous person.
He is kind-hearted and willing to compensate for our hardships haha."
"As for why we have to go on the road together? Do you think that the road to escape from famine is as peaceful as our village going to the town? If we have a drought, the neighboring villages will not have a drought? We can't survive, we all have to leave. People are very hungry. What is that?
We can do anything! If we encounter those who can't survive, they will fight us desperately and steal our food rations. How can we live? So we all have to stick together to protect our things and the old and young in our village.
"Having lived in a village for decades and knowing everything about it is no better than partnering up with outsiders?"
"But sir, the land owned by the scholar's family is not very taxed, so how many people can be helped? Will the villagers be willing to follow? I heard that the south is very rich, and they can cultivate three crops a year. Good guy, that's not possible.
We eat big white flour steamed buns every day. The old people in the village say that it is so cold in the north that it can freeze a person to death, and even half of the water can freeze into icicles... Plant in spring and harvest in autumn. You can only plant one season a year, so it's not as good as here.
." The triathlete is really worried. Release of water is a big deal. How can we fix the little bird if it freezes!
"It's not like we can't survive in the north..." Old Man Luo looked around cautiously and lowered his voice: "We are harvesting wheat at this time, which is much earlier than in previous years. The grain collector from the Yamen will not come down for more than ten days.
…”
Ten days!
The triathlon was a thrill.
You can roughly estimate the income from the fields at a glance this year. It is not even a fraction less than in previous years. How much will be left after the grain tax is removed?
But what if you don’t pay taxes?
According to previous years, when the grain collector came down, they would already be gone.
Escaped!!!
"Sir!" Santie was excited and trembled as he spoke, "Can you really not pay the tax? Didn't you say that if you don't pay the tax, you will be taken away for a fine?"
"Keep your voice down!" Old Man Luo accurately found his grandson's location in the dark night, glared at him fiercely, and then whispered: "Not in the south, where there is less wasteland. Once we are over the disaster, he will be sent back to us.
It's different in the north. There are a lot of wastelands. If we are willing, we can probably stay."
"If people stay, they have to establish new registration."
Having said that, Old Man Luo was still hesitant. Do he really want to go north?
Without tax payment documents, this land would probably be taken away by the Yamen without waiting for three years to be abandoned.
Without their land, they became homeless refugees.
Not caring about his grandson who was too happy to find Bei, old man Luo hurried home.
I can't say it, I have to talk to a few old guys to discuss it.
