This girl rolled up her sleeves, revealing a section of her pink arms.
Maybe it's because the steam is too hot.
There were dense beads of sweat on her forehead.
These beads of sweat slid down the bridge of her nose and from the tip of her small nose.
It looks very attractive.
At this time, the old man asked: "Chaoyun, have you eaten well?"
"It's almost time, Grandpa."
the woman replied.
The sound is very pleasant, like the chirping of an oriole.
"Dear guests, please sit down slowly and eat for a while."
The old man quickly invited them to sit down and said.
At this time, under the light of the fire.
Only then did Zhao Xiaole realize that the old man's skin was not naturally dark.
Instead, there was a thick layer of toner attached to his skin, so he looked like a black man.
Thinking of what the old man said just now, I quickly asked: "What do you call the old man?"
"My name is Wang Shoushan, and everyone in the village calls me Lao Wang. If the young master doesn't mind, you can also call me that."
The old man pointed to the girl who was busy on the stove and said, "This is the old man's granddaughter, named Wang Chaoyun."
He looked at Wang Chaoyun with a face filled with relief and said, "In these years, if this girl hadn't been sensible, I would have suffered a lot!"
At this moment, Wang Chaoyun poured a basin of hot water from the pot and mixed it with some cold water, but it was still steaming.
She brought the hot water in front of Zhao Xiaole and others, and smiled, without the shrinking posture of a little daughter. She was so elegant and generous that people couldn't help but shine.
"My dear guests, you are on your way outside. You must be freezing, right? Take a dip in this hot water!"
Zhao Xiaole is fine.
It was still Hong Ni and Green Ant, but their hands and feet were already cold from the cold, and they were trembling slightly.
Weiwei soaked in the hot water for a while, and the room was very warm.
Their bodies began to feel warm after a while, and a dense layer of sweat beads appeared on their foreheads.
The hot water they used was not poured out immediately.
After mixing some hot water, the old man washed his arms and face.
Suddenly, a layer of black substance washed out of the basin.
Moreover, while washing, the old man was coughing and his face turned red.
Zhao Xiaole looked at the carbon powder remaining on the old man's face and said, "Mr. Wang, do you know that the powder produced by burning charcoal is harmful to the human body."
"If these powders are inhaled for a long time, it may have an impact on people's breathing!"
Upon hearing his words, Wang Chaoyun's expression suddenly changed and he exclaimed: "Grandpa!"
Wang Shoushan waved his hand and said with a helpless look on his face: "I have been burning charcoal for more than 20 years, how can I not know this truth?"
"But if I don't burn charcoal, how can I support my granddaughter?"
"How can she marry into a good family in the future?"
After saying that, he coughed violently again.
Wang Chaoyun's eyes suddenly turned red, and while helping the old man carry him on his back, he cried: "Grandpa, I won't get married, I will stay by my grandpa's side and stay with him for the rest of my life!"
Wang Shoushan's cough suddenly got better. He smiled and said: "You kid, you always say silly things. My grandfather is already half dead. You are still young, and you still have a long way to go..."
Chaoyun suddenly burst into tears.
The red mud and green ants on the side were already so moved that their eyes were red and they were sobbing quietly behind them.
Zhao Xiaole looked a little solemn and said: "Old man, on the way here, I saw many fields on the hillside."
"Although the income from farming is not as high as selling charcoal, it is better than it and does not harm the body. Why don't the elderly make a living by farming?"
Hearing his words, Wang Chaoyun gritted his teeth and said: "If we could farm, my grandfather wouldn't have to go up the mountain every day to cut firewood and burn charcoal, and my father and mother wouldn't have lost their footing and fallen off the cliff, with no bones left!"
"Forehead?"
Zhao Xiaole was stunned.
Can’t farm?
What does it mean?
Wang Shoushan also gave a bitter laugh and said: "Hahaha, the young master comes from a wealthy family, so naturally he doesn't understand the sufferings of ordinary people like us."
"There are fields all over the mountains and plains, but not a single one of them belongs to us people!"
Zhao Xiaole's face suddenly condensed, as if he had thought of something.
But the green ant didn't understand. She cried and asked, "Why? Didn't you cultivate the fields in the mountains yourself?"
"Of course we cultivated it ourselves."
Wang Shoushan sighed: "But as early as twenty years ago, the landlords and officials in the city used various means to acquire our fields."
"And they also paid to buy several surrounding mountains."
"That is to say, no matter how many generations from now on, as long as those who grow food in our village will only work long-term jobs for the landlords, they will never be able to own a piece of land of their own!"
Hearing his words, Hong Ni and Green Ant looked shocked.
"This...how can this be like this?"
Zhao Xiaole remained silent.
Because he had already guessed what was going on when the old man said this.
Land annexation.
This is what has happened throughout the ages.
There is no other way, people can do anything to satisfy their own desires.
And land annexation like this is the simplest and easiest way to squeeze people.
As long as the land annexation is completed.
Although these people are not slaves, they have to serve as slaves and maids for them from generation to generation.
The long-term consequences of this oppression are the uprising of the people.
Overthrow this decadent dynasty.
Divide the land.
Then the new nobles will start annexing again.
Trapped in one strange cycle after another...
While chatting, it was already late at night outside without realizing it.
After Zhao Xiaole and others had eaten, drank and washed, they were arranged to rest in the guest room.
Listening to the heart-wrenching cough coming from the old man in the room next to him, Hong Ni and Green Ant all looked unbearable and said: "Sir, please help this family, they are so pitiful!"
Zhao Xiaole nodded.
Now that he has met, he will naturally help the family.
Just giving money can only treat the symptoms but not the root cause.
If you want to really help them, you have to start from the source.
A night of silence.
When I woke up the next day.
It was already bright outside.
Very dazzling.
When he walked out of the door, Zhao Xiaole immediately saw that there was a thick layer of snow both inside and outside the courtyard.
"It seems like it snowed really hard last night!"
Zhao Xiaole thought in his heart.
At this time, Hong Ni and Green Ant had brought hot water and shouted to Zhao Xiaole: "Sir, please wash up for you!"
"Um."
Zhao Xiaole nodded.
That's the good thing about being a noble in feudal society.
No matter what, there is someone to serve you.
Not long after they entered the house, there was a fierce knock on the door outside the courtyard.
"Dong dong dong!"
"Open the door! Wang Qingshan, open the door for me!"
Suddenly there was a rush of footsteps in the courtyard.
"Creak" the door opened.
It was also accompanied by bursts of coughing from the old man.
"Ahem... Sir, what are your orders?"
A very arrogant voice sounded outside the door.
"It's snowing heavily today. The county magistrate asked me to come and get some coal back for heating."