The villagers of Wangjia Village have been traveling with Wang Er for more than two years. Under Wang Er's restraint, they have not done anything like murder, arson, rape and robbery, but they have seen a lot.
No matter where the rogue army went, they were met with chaos and disgrace, with only destruction and no construction.
They will knock down the village fences, burn the squire and landlord's castles to the ground, knock down the county walls, and destroy all the defenses, so that they can loot again next time.
Now that I heard that construction is going to start, more than 100 people are a bit unresponsive.
The white cat said loudly: "What are you doing standing still? Brother Wang Er wants us to be good people in the future, be good people again, and work hard. How can a good person not work?"
Only then did the group of people react, responded feebly, and began to work.
They lacked logging tools, so they had to leave the job of felling trees to people outside Zhang Yuan. They did odd jobs beside them, responsible for carrying wood, stones, etc., but they could also lend a hand.
Bai Yuan felt quite comforted when he saw this group of people working hard, and thought to himself: The group of people in Wangjia Village have always followed Wang Er and learned a lot of rules of life. Compared with other "returning bandits" That's so much better.
It took a long time for Fan Shanyue's group of "returning bandits" to slowly return to a normal mental state.
After being busy for a while.
A villager from Wangjia Village was walking while carrying a tree trunk. Suddenly his body went limp and he almost fell. He put the heavy trunk down with difficulty and touched his belly with an embarrassed look on his face: " Brother Cat, I'm hungry and can't use any strength.
"I'm so hungry too."
"It's so soft.
The villagers in Wangjia Village are homeless and rarely have enough to eat.
Although they ran around and robbed large and unkind households, they even broke into several counties and robbed the food in the county treasury, but the food was not very useful.
After all, Wang Jiayin's army numbered more than 50,000 people. The food obtained by robbing a wealthy family was not enough to feed everyone for two days. Only by robbing the county seat and getting the government's grain treasury can we eat for a few more days.
However, the food in the county treasury does not grow out of thin air. It requires the people to pay taxes. The people have been robbed by them until their houses are empty. Who else can pay taxes?
Therefore, the food in the county treasury can only be snatched once, and the second time it is grabbed, it will be just as empty.
They cannot stay in one place for long and must keep moving.
The Yansui area has been robbed by them so much that they can't even grab a hair before they start flowing southward along the Yellow River.
Seeing their pitiful appearance, Bai Yuan couldn't help but shook her head secretly, looked up at the sky, estimated the time, and said, "Don't worry, the food will be here soon."
Sure enough, when it comes to food, the food will arrive soon.
Feng Jun, the magistrate of Heyang County, personally came over with a team. The team numbered more than a thousand people, more than half of whom were civilian laborers recruited in the county. Feng Jun learned the method of Gaojia Village to work for relief, using three With a pound of flour a day's wages, he recruited civilian workers to build a cement castle at Qiachuan Wharf.
As soon as the wages were paid out, of course countless people responded, and a thousand people gathered in minutes. Then they waited for the grain and cement shipped from Gaojia Village. Feng Juan personally led the thousand people and pushed Carrying the grain truck and the small truck carrying water and grain, we rushed to Qiachuan Wharf.
Bai Yuan and Feng Juan got together, chatted in a low voice, and explained the situation here.
Feng Juan waved his hand: "Eat first, and then work when you are full.
The cooking team in the engineering team immediately started making rice!
Set up an earthen pot and stove, and bring water from the Yellow River. The water in the Yellow River is a bit yellow, but it’s not a big problem. It’s good to have water these days. It doesn’t matter whether it’s yellow or not. Once it’s boiled, it’s clean and good water.
Take out the flour from the grain truck, knead it into dough, and then cut it with a knife!
It turns out that there is a special delicacy in Heyang County called Sanchi knife-shaped noodles. The noodles are sliced with a flat knife. The noodles are long, evenly thin and of high quality.
Only people from Sanchi Village can do this, so the cooks from Sanchi Village stood in a row. One cook faced a big pot, with the dough in his left hand and the knife in his right hand. The shaved noodles jumped directly into the pot. The scene was very luxurious.
When the people of Wangjia Village saw this scene, they were a little confused: "This is a year of great disaster, but you still have enough flour and enough mood to make noodles?
When the cook from Sanchi Village heard this, he turned around and grinned: "Not long ago we were poor, haha, miserable. It was all thanks to the people from Gaojia Village in Chengcheng County who came to help us."
"That's right!" Another cook turned around: "My noodle-cutting skills have been on hold for more than three years. Fortunately, people from Gaojia Village came and brought us a lot of flour. In the past few days, I have been I am cutting noodles every day, hahaha, the forgotten skill has been resurrected."
He was cutting noodles while talking. He was obviously distracted, but the noodles he cut were still smooth and even. It was really powerful. It seemed that this skill had been engraved in his bones. Slicing noodles no longer relies on brains, but on muscle memory.
The people in Wangjia Village were secretly shocked. They suddenly recalled that more than two years ago, the night before their rebellion, Brother Wang took them to Gaojia Village to steal water. After fetching a bucket of water, he turned around and found a hill of flour behind him. Towering.
Could it be that Gaojia Village has never been short of food since then?
This time, the second eldest brother Wang asked us to stay and stop following Wang Jiayin. He had already seen what kind of path we should take next.
If we had not left, but stayed in Gaojiacun, we might have lived a very happy life, right? No wonder, I really hope that the second eldest brother Wang can return safely.
At this time, the first bowl of noodles was already cooked. Feng Juan winked and the cook handed the first bowl of noodles to Bai Yuan. Bai Yuan laughed and handed it to the white cat. The white cat only picked one. He took out a piece of noodles, stuffed it into his mouth, and passed the bowl to another Wang villager...
One noodle per person!
Chew it carefully in your mouth...
The noodles are very fragrant and delicious, with mixed feelings and various flavors.
“It’s time to eat noodles!
"Everyone is here to eat noodles."
Bowl after bowl of Sanchi Sliced Noodles came out of the pot, and the noodle bowls were passed to the hands of every Wangjiacun villager one by one. When more than a hundred of them all received their bowls, the migrant workers in Heyang County also began to distribute them. .
On the dock construction site, more than a thousand people were holding noodle bowls and eating Sanchi Sliced Noodles. Everyone's face was filled with happiness and satisfaction.
"After eating, it's time to work!
“Work harder.
"Yes, work harder. If we don't build a castle here to stop the bandits and let them land, the food and clothing we finally got will be ruined again."
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