In the late autumn of September, it is not romantic to be at the beach when it rains. Under the drizzle, it makes people feel cold both inside and outside.
Even though he was wearing a raincoat, Huang Zonghui still felt the cold rain flowing through the gaps in the raincoat and soaking his clothes.
As Fu Yusun walked on the muddy ridge with one foot deep and one foot shallow, he fell into a big horse without paying attention.
When he got up again, he was covered in mud and had an indescribable odor.
Huang Zonghui was going crazy and envied his second brother very much.
Huang Zongyan must be with Zuo Mengeng at this time, hiding in a warm and comfortable big room, making a pot of hot tea and leisurely admiring the falling yellow leaves in the autumn rain, right?
How unlike him, who was thrown into the deserted Lingshan Guard and had to follow this madman Fu Yusun through the rain.
"It's a good few days, why not wait until the rain stops and come back?"
When Fu Yusun heard this, he stopped and looked back at him, his eyes full of dissatisfaction.
"Wait for a day for windy weather, wait for a day for rain, and wait for a day for back pain. How many ordinary people can wait for a day? If we are comfortable, the people will die."
Huang Zonghui felt extremely aggrieved after being scolded so badly.
"How can it be so evil? It's just that you want to be in the limelight, making us all suffer along with it."
The person next to him wiped off the water droplets on his face and said: "Mr. Huang, this is not what Mayor Fu is being serious about. We are poor people and live a very hard life. We are struggling day by day. If this was not solved earlier,
I don’t know how many people died.”
Huang Zonghui was attacked from both sides and became even more angry.
"Hey, you're just a little boy. You've been eating him for a few days and you're going to turn to him, right?"
Cheng Xiaoer raised his chest and raised his head with an extremely pious expression.
"We will listen to whoever can make our poor people have enough to eat. Mayor Fu is busy these days, and we all can see it. If you get this salt field, you can take it
Go and change money, and we won’t have to suffer anymore. For this, let alone a little rain, we won’t be afraid of a knife falling from the sky.”
The rest of the people responded in agreement, and they were all on Fu Yusun's side.
Fu Yusun was greatly relieved that the people's support could be used, and he looked down upon Huang Zonghui even more.
"You, if you don't get rid of your arrogance, you will accomplish nothing in your life."
Huang Zonghui's blood boiled and he became even more angry.
"Do you think I'm willing to stay here? I'm not forced to do it. With all you've done, I still can't stand it."
Fu Yusun ignored him lazily, turned around and walked forward.
On a rainy day, he didn't even want to waste the energy to speak.
The others had also rested enough and followed suit.
Huang Zonghui held back his anger and only wanted to have a big quarrel with others. In the end, no one paid attention to him, leaving him in the empty space, feeling even more aggrieved.
But I had no choice but to keep up with the large army and walk hobblingly.
The mouth of the Dagu River is now full of water.
The wide estuary and the sea meet together, overwhelming and indistinguishable. Several wetlands are also flooded with water, leaving only a few stubborn aquatic plants floating on the water.
Looking at the water levels in various salt fields, Fu Yusun was very helpless.
"This year's salt supply has been ruined. I don't know how many people will go hungry."
Cheng Xiaoer licked his lips and said with regret: "The price of salt will probably rise this year, and the poor will no longer be able to afford salt."
Fu Yusun's face turned cold.
"The salt farm produced a lot in previous years. I don't believe there is any left. Let's go and meet those local snakes. If they are stubborn, don't blame me for being rude."
When he was working as a secretary next to Zuo Menggeng, Fu Yusun was always polite and courteous. But now, all kinds of vulgar slang and swear words come out of his mouth.
There is no way, doing grassroots work can really drive people crazy in many cases.
Rain and fog can obscure many things.
When this group of people walked into the salt field, many inquiring eyes stared at them.
Cheng Xiaoer took the lead and led the way to a shanty.
This is a real shanty.
All the houses are made of wood. Not only are they messy and dilapidated, they are not well built. Some houses can be seen from the outside through large and small holes.
There are shelves at the bottom of the houses here, which are very high from the ground. This is obviously to prevent seawater from flooding and corroding the interior.
When Fu Yusun and others came, they looked all the way and saw that the entire shantytown was filled with sewage, mixed with human feces or animal feces, so that the air was full of stench.
Huang Zonghui spat it out with a "wow" sound, his face turned blue, he was so frightened that he stopped walking and did not dare to move forward.
Fu Yusun glanced at him and followed Cheng Xiaoer in without saying a word.
Seeing everyone else go in, Huang Zonghui stamped his feet depressedly.
"I have suffered eight lifetimes of bad luck."
As soon as I gritted my teeth and closed my eyes, I had no choice but to step into the sewage.
The sticky sewage instantly soaked his feet, making him feel like he was stepping on a pile of shit.
Cheng Xiaoer led the way and came to a shack, raising his head and shouting.
"Second brother, second brother, are you there?"
After a while, the shack was pushed open from inside, and an unkempt woman came out.
Seeing the situation outside, I was shocked and screamed in horror.
"Brother Cheng...you...you...your rebellion has nothing to do with us. You...don't implicate us."
Cheng Xiaoer laughed loudly, patted his chest and said, "Sister-in-law, I won't rebel now. Didn't you notice? I'm wearing a military uniform, and I'm an officer now."
The woman stopped in shock, looking at Cheng Xiaoer's dazzling military uniform, obviously confused.
Cheng Xiaoer was still awake and led Fu Yusun to the front.
"Sister-in-law, this is the new chief of our Lingshan Guard. From now on, your salt field will also be under the control of our Lingshan Guard."
It’s about herself, and women finally come to life.
"I...why don't we know?"
Fu Yusun smiled and said: "I am here today to announce this matter. Is your man here?"
Household women could not even raise their heads when facing officials. The woman quickly said: "Our leader is sick."
Cheng Xiaoer groaned and said hurriedly: "Second brother is such a strong man, how could he fall ill?"
After a while, Fu Yusun and Huang Zonghui followed Cheng Xiaoer into the house.
There is no decoration in the shed, not even the bark on the wood has been peeled off. It is hanging on the wall and floating everywhere, as uncomfortable as a spider web.
The house is dark, and the view is even worse on days without sunlight.
However, you can still vaguely see a haggard-looking man nestled in the quilt in the corner.
When he saw the visitor, he planned to sit up, but Cheng Xiaoer held him up.
"Second brother, why did you fall down?"
The man obviously heard what he said before, and he tremblingly wanted to kowtow to Fu Yusun.
Fu Yusun hurriedly supported him.
"From now on, there is no need to kowtow. No matter how big the official is, there is no need to kowtow."
The man was stunned and looked carefully, but there was worry deep in his eyes.
"I heard from the waiter that you are the new commander of Lingshan Guard?"
Fu Yusun shook his head.
"No. I am the new mayor of Lingshan Town. From now on, Lingshan Guard will be changed to Lingshan Town."
The man looked happy, but he was happy to become a mistress.
"Xiaoer, it's okay now. You have lost your military status, and you won't be afraid of anything you do in the future."
Seeing the military uniform on Cheng Xiaoer's body again, he couldn't help but said anxiously: "Why are you so dumb, kid? You don't have to be a military household anymore, why don't you quickly find a way to survive?"
Cheng Xiaoer is very precious to the military uniform he wears.
"Second brother, things are different now. I have one tael of silver as salary every month. Because my sister is a member of the military, she can still get a bushel of wheat and a bushel of millet without having to pay taxes. Good times are yet to come."
The man was dumbfounded.
"Really...really?"
Cheng Xiaoer raised his head, very proud.
"So can we still have a holiday? The salary is paid on time every month and is never withheld."
The man was not jealous, but was very happy for becoming a mistress. When he looked at Fu Yusun again, he was full of praise.
"Sir, you are a good official."
Fu Yusun touched his nose and did not accept the compliment.
"Their soldiers' pay and welfare payments have their own procedures and have nothing to do with me. Even if I want to deduct them, there is no way."
After Cheng Xiaoer's introduction, Fu Yusun learned that the man in front of him was called Chen Jie, and he was a fifth-generation salt farmer in the Dagu River Salt Farm.
Because he was an old man in the salt field, he had a high prestige, and the salt farmers all believed in him.
If Fu Yusun wants to know about the situation in the salt field, Chen Jie is the best way.
But when talking about the situation in the salt field, Chen Jie's eyes filled with tears and despair.
"We salt households are living such a hard life, what else can we do? Originally, the adults in the transportation department were here, and it was okay for us salt households to suffer a little. At least we could still get a bite to eat. Now the beasts of the salt gang are
They occupied the salt field and took away all the salt we worked so hard for."
