In the next few days, Dong Shuheng stayed alone in his study, and you could see that his notes were filled with crooked calligraphy.
Although Miss Hui'er couldn't understand what the young master was writing, looking at the serious look on the young master's face, he was really handsome. Hui'er felt like she was becoming a nymphomaniac. So much so that when she was refilling the young master's tea, she
The tea was poured into the inkstone...
Hey, how good is this? Why don't I, the young master, take this girl in earlier?
It is another sunny and good weather, and Dongtai is already full of spring in April. Although it is a bit cold in the morning and evening, the sun still gives people a warm feeling during the day.
"Hui'er, the weather is very good today. Come and take a walk with me. The young master will take you to Xixi."
"Okay, okay..." Hui'er jumped with joy. Speaking of which, this girl is only 16 years old. In the future, she will still be a big girl who can only act coquettishly with her parents.
When he came to the front hall, Dong Shuheng saw a rickety middle-aged man. He quickly asked Hui'er who he was.
"This is the steward of our other hospital. His surname is Zhu. It is said that he is a relative of the third lady's family. Oh, the third lady and the two young ladies are having a wedding in Gaoyou, not here."
At this time, the fat man also saw Dong Shuheng. He hurried over to greet him. The fat man was less than 1.6 meters tall, and his stooped body made him look even shorter. He had small eyes, a pointed mouth, and a sparse, burnt yellow braid like a mouse tail.
's dragged behind.
"Hello, young master, I'm here to greet you."
As soon as he spoke like this, Dong Shuheng saw his yellow teeth, with a few teeth falling off on both sides. Looking at his nails, they were also withered, yellow and rotten. Dong Shuheng was a policeman in his previous life and often dealt with drug addicts. Look at the look of Manager Zhu.
A typical drug addict.
Dong Shuheng didn't know what happened before, but he could guess that Manager Zhu relied on nepotism to work in the Dong family.
Seeing Dong Shuheng staring at him, Manager Zhu's eyes drifted, as if he was dodging. This made Dong Shuheng a little confused. Could it be that Manager Zhu had done something unscrupulous?
When he came to the servants' room, Dong Shuheng saw seven or eight servants staggering around in the room bragging and spanking, and three people were playing dice there. Only two dark-skinned men sat in the corner without saying a word, holding hands tightly.
Whistle stick, sitting there all alone.
"Hmm..." Manager Zhu coughed for a while, and then everyone saw the master's young master coming, and hurriedly stood on both sides, bowing their heads and saying nothing.
"Steward Zhu, this is the other courtyard you are in charge of. When did our Dong family become so unruly?" Dong Shuheng said angrily, causing Steward Zhu next to him to admit his mistake again and again.
"You two come out with me." He pointed to the two people in the corner. Then he turned and left the room. The two people who had been talking in the corner just now followed him with whistle sticks.
Manager Zhu also came out with his waist bent.
"Go to the stable and help me arrange a car." Dong Shuheng said to Manager Zhu. Manager Zhu hurriedly left.
At this time, Dong Shuheng turned around and looked at the two people who had stood up, and saw that one of them was short and stocky, and the other was tall and thin. When they stood, they were steady at the base, and their hands had thick calluses. At first glance, they were Lian Jiazi.
"Why haven't I seen you two?" Dong Shuheng said.
"Young master, I don't want to sue you. In fact, we are refugees from other places and are marginalized in the servant team. Because there are subsidies for field service, everyone is vying to go. Manager Zhu is a local and must go to the locals.
People. So we basically don’t arrange for us to go out on field trips." The short and stocky one of the two replied.
Looking at these two people, Dong Shuheng always felt that they had a story. So he asked, "You said you are refugees, then where is your hometown?"
"Master, the younger ones fled from Linqing, Shandong Province. The younger one's name is Lou Zhigang, and this is my senior brother Ai Chunming."
Linqing? In his previous life, Dong Shuheng knew the Southern Fist and the North Kick when he was watching a movie. This North Kick was the "Tan Kick" of Linqing.
"Have you two practiced kung fu?"
"I don't dare to deceive the young master. The two of us are brothers. We have been practicing kicking skills with our master since we were young."
"Oh, how many ordinary people can you beat by yourself?"
"I'm not bragging. Ordinary strong men, the younger one can knock down five, and if the two of my brothers cooperate, they can knock down 15. At that time, the master saw that the two of me were fighting with people and our kung fu was good.
Bring the two of us into your home."
My dad is really good at picking up people!
At this time, the carriage from the courtyard arrived. Dong Shuheng and Hui'er got on the carriage. Naturally, the two servants, Xiao Lou and Xiao Ai, had no choice but to follow the carriage.
Once outside the city, it becomes another world. This is the first time Dong Shuheng has left the compound in this life. The inside of the county town is fine. Although it is not big, Dongtai has not been affected by the war. There are many shops on the short streets, which is very lively.
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There is another scene outside the city. On the way to Xixi, we happened to encounter a salt village.
Dong Shuheng ordered the driver to park the car next to the village. He saw a few children catching loaches in the mud pond at the entrance of the village. These children had thin arms and legs, and big heads and bellies. They looked malnourished.
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Suddenly a child caught a loach, happily grabbed it in his hand and ran home.
At this time, Dong Shuheng looked up and saw that the village was actually composed of a bunch of thatched shacks. The walls were made of earth and were as high as a person, covered with thick thatch. This plant is the most common in the saline-alkali land along the coast.
It is common. Cattle and sheep are unwilling to eat it, so it can only be used to build houses and make fires. Salters harvest this thatch every year and use it to cook salt or build houses.
Dong Shuheng once read a note from a Qing Dynasty person describing the miserable life of the saltmen: In the scorching heat, there were a row of large salt-boiling stoves in the front, and a row of large salt-boiling stoves in the back. The saltmen braved the heat and worked in the boiling water.
Running back and forth between the two rows of salt-cooking stoves, boiling salt. This situation is like being in Taishang Laojun's alchemy furnace, like remaking bones and muscles to make elixirs. The scene, just think about it, is amazing.
People feel tortured.
The bodies of the saltmen are fumigated and roasted by the fire. At first, their skin may still be white, but slowly it will turn red; over time, it will turn black. Those saltmen who have been surviving in the salt field for a long time
Their skin is the color of iron, and their flesh is like dried meat.
There are few trees where the salt cooks cook salt. On hot summer days, when the salt cooks cook salt between the large stoves in the salt field, they are forced by the heat in the stoves. In order to postpone the barbecue, they will jump out from between the stoves.
Then, they stood in the scorching sun to enjoy the coolness. The saltmen worked so hard, but the income from their hard work every day was only about a hundred copper coins. It was these hundred or so copper coins that provided for the food, clothing, and clothing of the saltmen's family, wives, and children.
It depends on this. Because the income is little and the expenses are high, the daily meals of the saltmen are usually just some turnips (brassica biennial herbaceous plants of the Brassicaceae family, up to 100 cm tall; root tuber
Fleshy, the roots are white or yellow, without spicy taste; the stems are upright, and the roots are cooked or used to make sauerkraut, or used as feed. They are used as food substitutes in high and cold mountainous areas.), potato, vegetable roots, etc.; for salters, less
Some high-quality foods are buckwheat, wheat, etc.
The white rice that the officials and gentry outside eat for every meal is something that the saltmen have never eaten in their whole lives, including their children and grandchildren. The saltmen can only eat one meal of white rice in their whole life, just like in the legend.
The magicians who practice Taoism can enter Tiantai Mountain and eat flax rice (the ancient Chinese believed that eating flax rice was one of the cultivation methods for attaining Taoism and becoming immortals, and the legendary gods also fed on flax. The formation of this concept is related to the origin of flax and the origin of flax.
The characteristics of flax itself are closely related. Flax comes from the Western Regions, which is full of mythology in the eyes of ancient Chinese people. It is also a commonly used medicinal material in medicine. The superposition of various factors has made this originally common plant become a Taoist medicine.
(Eating food is a magic weapon for cultivating immortality.) Generally speaking, it is a miracle that can only happen once in thousands of years. In the minds of the salt collectors, it is speculated that it is still uncertain whether white rice exists. Apart from diet, salt
The clothes of the young people are also sad to see. They usually wear quail clothes with hundreds of knots, and in the severe winter, they only wear jackets. People with better living conditions in the salt people’s families may have a shabby item in their storage.
Cotton-padded jackets. However, in this case, there are only two or three companies out of ten."
Dong Shuheng did not continue walking towards the village, he had already secretly decided in his heart to fight for these miserable salt men.
When he got back to the car, he looked at Hui'er and asked, "Do you also make salt at home?"
"Yes, Master."
"So how does your family compare with theirs?" Dong Shuheng pointed in the direction of the village.
"This village is close to the county seat anyway, and salt collectors can occasionally find other livelihoods. My home is in Taipei, which is deep in the salt area. The smell of plant ash is everywhere, and I can't even dig up a wild vegetable in the fields outside. I'm hungry.
When we are hungry, we will grab a handful of salt and eat it, and then it will be so salty that we want to drink water. If we drink too much water, we will not feel hungry anymore.”
"I lived a good life after following the young master. I couldn't even imagine the life I have now." The little girl fell into deep happiness as she spoke.
"Who else is in your family?"
"I have a father, mother, elder brother, and younger brother in my family. My father's name is Shen Youfu, my mother's surname is Ding, my brother's name is Shen Dali, and my brother's name is Shen Erniu."
"I'll take you back to have a look when I have time."
"Thank you, Master. I haven't been back for five years. I really don't know how my family is doing now." The little girl said, her eyes turning red.
The Chinese people are undoubtedly the most hardworking in the world. As long as they are liberated, they will exert tremendous power, which is enough to promote historical changes.
Now there is a small group of vested interests, including certain ethnic minorities who consider themselves rulers, large landowners who act as ruling intermediaries, and foreign powers who want to continuously suck blood from China. These people are the three big mountains that oppress the working people.
Only by breaking them can this group of hard-working people unleash their strength.
Dong Shuheng fell into deep contemplation, and he became more determined to go on. Now only he knows who is the most powerful person. The Qing court does not know, the landlords do not know, the great powers do not know, and the king in Jiangning City does not know.