Porridge is rice bran porridge.
There isn't much food left at home, so I can't eat every meal.
The average farm family, even if they have a few acres of land and harvests, cannot afford to eat rice and flour every day.
Therefore, Su Yang usually fry and grind the bran left over from pounding the rice, then sprinkle it in when the porridge is almost cooked, and cook it into porridge to satisfy his hunger.
Fortunately, he has always been able to endure hardships. He used to eat everything when traveling in the wild, but now he can survive with some bran added to thicken it.
It's just a pain for my little wife. After all, the taste of grain bran is really bad. It's tough and sharp, and it hurts the mouth and tongue.
However, Zhu Wanqiu held the bowl and ate with big mouthfuls, her eyes narrowed to a slit in happiness.
But the more Xiaowan behaves like this, the more uncomfortable Su Yang feels.
After all, according to his observation, Xiaowan's family was not too bad, and she might even have been a rich girl in the past.
I just heard that her father went away a long time ago and never came back, leaving behind this empty house and some money and food.
Even a month ago, when Su Yang and Xiaowan got married, the father-in-law didn't show up.
The wedding of the two was very simple. There was no eight-carriage sedan chair, no wedding engagement letter, and not even a single guest. There were just two people who depended on each other.
The couple lived happily and sweetly, but because Xiaowan was weak and too young, Su Yang always stayed true to himself and did not consummate the marriage.
Life goes on like this, poor but happy.
Neighbors would also send some grain and vegetables from time to time, which made Su Yang sigh that the folk customs of the Ming Dynasty were simple and simple, far from being comparable to those of later generations.
Seeing his little wife shaking her head while eating, Su Yang couldn't help but smile.
It seems that we have to find a way to earn some money as soon as possible, so that Xiaowan can at least eat white rice!
It was getting late after dinner, and Su Yang had nothing to do, so he sat on the recliner with Xiaowan and chatted.
"Ms. sir, we don't have much food at home, and now the price of food has gone up again..."
"It's all my fault that my tuberculosis has dragged you down."
Su Yang grabbed Zhu Wanqiu's little hand and feigned anger: "Didn't I say that you are not allowed to say such things again?"
"And the rise in food prices is not because of you. It's obviously because of our Prince Yan in Peiping who has made big moves!"
Zhu Wanqiu was stunned when she heard this and looked at Su Yang blankly.
Is King Yan making big moves?
How did Xianggong know?
"Ms. sir, what do you mean? Xiaowan doesn't understand."
The little girl rested her head on Su Yang's shoulder, pretending to be confused and asked.
But Su Yang just laughed and didn't explain too much. He couldn't tell his wife that he was a time traveler, so he was familiar with the historical process, right?
The price of food is rising. It is obvious that King Zhu Di of Yan is hoarding food and grass!
After Jianwen Emperor Zhu Yunwen ascended the throne and proclaimed himself emperor, he changed his usual hypocritical appearance and started preparing to cut down the vassalage without stopping!
In April of this year, King Zhu Ju of Zhou was found guilty and was deposed as a commoner and exiled to Yunnan.
Zhu Yunwen has already begun to cut down the feudal clan!
King Yan Zhu Di is not a good person either. There are many informants from him in the Jinling court, so Zhu Di must have received some news and is preparing to rebel in full swing!
Next, is the battle of peace!
Su Yang's expression gradually changed and he fell into deep thought.
What he is most worried about now is whether the Battle of Jingnan will affect Fangshan County.
The sudden outbreak of the Jingnan War involved the entire North and East China regions. Repeated tug-of-wars between the Southern and Northern armies caused great damage to the social economy north of the Huaihe River. The agricultural production that had just been restored during the Hongwu period was also destroyed. It is difficult to destroy everything in the flames of war, and countless people died innocently due to the flames of war!
One general's success and ten thousand bones withered!
The Battle of Jingnan created a Yongle Emperor, but buried the bones, blood and tears of countless people!
Su Yang sighed quietly.
"Ms. sir, what's wrong with you?"
Sensing something was wrong with Su Yang's mood, Zhu Wanqiu couldn't help but squeeze his hand.
Su Yang woke up from his complicated thoughts and held her Rouyi tightly with his backhand.
"It's okay, I was a little distracted just now."
"I'm worried. It's already autumn and I have to prepare for summer and autumn taxes."
Hearing this, Zhu Wanqiu also had a bitter look on her face, and her innocence was gone.
According to the two-tax system of the Ming Dynasty's land tax, ordinary people had to pay the summer tax in the eighth month of the lunar calendar every year.
Shortly after the summer tax was paid, the autumn tax had to be paid in the second month after the autumn harvest.
Although the tax imposed by Emperor Taizu Gao is not too high, the family is almost out of food and there is no harvest from the fields. What should we use to pay the summer and autumn taxes?
What's even more disgusting is that the bastard King Zhu Di of Yan is just secretly hoarding food and grass. Food prices will definitely continue to rise. He has to go to the market to buy more food tomorrow!
Well, there is also oil, salt, soy sauce and vinegar, which is another big expense.
Su Yang felt a little stuffy and let out a heavy breath.
"Zhu Yunwen, even after becoming emperor, he didn't know how to reduce or reduce the taxes of the common people. He is really just pretending to be benevolent and righteous!"
"When prosperity occurs, the people suffer; when it dies, the people suffer."
Zhu Wanqiu was stunned when she heard this and looked at Su Yang blankly.
She really didn't realize that her husband-in-law actually had some poetic talent.
But in an instant she remembered something and stretched out her slender fingers to twist Su Yang's waist.
"You called the Emperor by his first name again! Be careful if others hear you! It's disrespectful to me!"
In pain, Su Yang repeatedly begged for mercy, and then Zhu Wanqiu let go of her hand angrily.
"No one heard me, so it doesn't matter." Su Yang sneered twice, which made Zhu Wanqiu roll her eyes.
It was getting late, and the couple chatted for a while, but lost interest and went to bed early.
It's just that neither Su Yang nor Zhu Wanqiu fell asleep, each with their own worries.
The summer tax and autumn tax were before him, and Su Yang had to find a way to prepare in advance, otherwise it would only be more troublesome once the government discovered his identity as a gangster.
Moreover, my daughter-in-law's tuberculosis cannot continue forever, so she has to find a way to buy some medicinal materials.
In fact, tuberculosis is the tuberculosis of later generations. Although Su Yang did not bring a first aid kit when he traveled through time, he still knew a lot of ways to treat the disease.
After three months of nursing care from Su Yang, Zhu Wanqiu did not cough so frequently anymore.
This is a good sign, so there can be no further delay.
But the only problem now is that there is no money left in the family.
A penny stumps a hero, especially a penny from the Ming Dynasty.
It’s time to think of ways to make money!
Su Yang felt the heavy burden and responsibility on his shoulders, and was even more worried about the upcoming war and war, and couldn't sleep for a while.
Zhu Wanqiu, who was beside him, also had her worries. She looked through the window of the courtyard and towards Beiping City.
Sleepless night.
