Wang Wenxiu's fair face suddenly turned red and he was about to comment.
Liu County Cheng looked at the two poems several times, then put them down and stroked his beard and said: "In my opinion, the two poems have their own merits, and today they are considered a tie. Since there is no winner, the two villages must use water harmoniously." , share the water source. If you disobey, you will be severely punished." After saying that, he flicked his long sleeves and got into the sedan.
Wang Wenxiu immediately raised his hands and said, "I send you off with all due respect."
He approached Liu County Cheng, a gold ingot fell into his long sleeve, and then whispered: "Shuzi's surname is Zhao, not Li."
Liu County Cheng snorted, then got into the sedan chair and left.
Zhao Ping didn't know that a conspiracy surrounding him had quietly begun.
Wu Yun and the hundreds of tenants behind him also waved their hoes and sticks and shouted loudly: "We win, we win, we win. The little man is so awesome."
The fields in Lijiacun and Zhaojiazhuang are less than 30% of the area of Wangjiacun. Even if they use water for peaceful purposes, they are still winners.
After all, the land in Wangjiacun exceeds that of Lijiacun and Zhaojiazhuang combined.
In particular, fields that require more water account for the majority.
Therefore, Lijiacun and Zhaojiazhuang are actually winners.
Wu Jie held a string of ten heavy copper coins from Li Zhihao, the governor of the capital, with tears in his eyes.
You know, the paper currency Huizi issued by the court is almost only one-third of the value compared with copper coins.
My mother read the two poems over and over again, recited them softly, then nodded and said, "Both poems do have their own merits, but my mother believes that Ping'er is better. Your poems are more ethereal and distant. But Ping'er Don’t be proud, children, poetry is always in the eye of the beholder, the wise have different opinions, and different people have different interpretations.”
Zhao Ping opened his mouth wide and looked at his mother closely. He didn't expect that his mother, who loved textiles, would study poetry so much. But when he thought about the piano room in the backyard, his heart suddenly became clear.
Zhao Ping learned from the remaining information about the original owner of this body that both her grandmother and grandfather had passed away, and now her mother's only close relative was her uncle.
My grandfather’s family background was average at best, and he could barely support his uncle’s education.
My uncle is a nerd and doesn't know how to make money to support the family. My mother still pays for my uncle's purchase of a restaurant in the county.
Obviously, the total amount of these fields, villages, and restaurants is basically about ten thousand dollars.
If she hadn't been frail and sick, my mother would have been able to support the family.
It's a pity that my health is so bad that I'm about to bring down this family.
Who gave this family property? His mother didn't want to say anything, so Zhao Ping could only guess.
When he was born, his mother was only fourteen years old. How could she have the ability to earn such a large fortune? Could it be given by a father whom she has never met?
Apparently her mother was hiding something from her and was unwilling to tell her about her past and her father whom she had never met.
His mother said that his father was dead, but Zhao Ping obviously didn't believe it.
If my father died and my mother was so young and beautiful, and matchmakers often came to propose marriage, my mother would have married her long ago.
The Song Dynasty was very tolerant towards women. Not only could daughters divide the family property, but it was also common for them to get divorced and remarry.
My mother worked hard to support herself alone, but did not consider finding a man to marry her. Apparently she still had expectations deep down in her heart. The only person worthy of my mother's expectations is her father, whom she has never met.
Zhao Ping thought, no matter how ugly he looks, no matter how bad his health is, he is still a son!
The mother obviously wants to take good care of her body and cultivate herself, so that she can confidently get back together with her father, whom she has never met.
Zhao Ping vowed to work hard to realize his mother's beautiful wish, and at the same time let him see his father, another relative in his life, whom he had never met.
However, Zhao Ping still doesn't understand why this father is so heartless?
After he was born, he didn't care about it at all.
He almost abandoned his illegitimate son.
My mother named herself Zhao Ping because she wanted to be safe. Could it be that one of Cuizhu and Lan'er was her child bride?
Zhao Ping went out for a walk with his mother.
Most of the children were patched or tattered or even wearing leather clothes. The cold weather made their hands turn red from the cold and they went to the fields to pull off ear roots, mugwort and other wild vegetables for food.
Obviously, the combination of dry weather and barren land has made life very difficult for the tenants of Zhaojiazhuang.
The adults holding hoes and other farm tools had heavy faces, and their eyes were blank or dull. They kept whispering to each other, saying that the barbarians had attacked Chengdu again and how many people had died in Jiading. After they finished speaking, they sighed.
On the official road in the distance, Zhao Ping saw people constantly supporting each other and walking by listlessly.
The strong ones carry mats, baggage, and quilts on their backs, and the weak ones carry crutches. If conditions are good, they may use wheelbarrows, flat-headed carts, chicken carts, peace carts, oxen, snails, and donkeys to carry their families and daily necessities. The worse ones even have baskets to carry their children.
Under a thatched shed, there were many wooden porridge barrels. The housekeeper's wife, Wu Tianshi, and her daughter-in-law, Wu Zhoushi, kept filling the bowls with porridge with spoons, and then handed them to passers-by.
A man, probably extremely hungry, pushed aside others to grab some porridge. Immediately, wandering soldiers began to beat the man with sticks. An old man suddenly fainted and fell to the ground. Several village soldiers lifted him up and walked towards a pavilion, where a doctor was busy.
Zhao Ping asked curiously: "Who are they and why do they keep walking?"
My mother's eyes were a little dazed. After looking at these pedestrians, she sighed and said: "They are refugees from Chengdu, Xingyuanfu and other places occupied by the barbarians or in war-torn areas. They do not want to be oppressed by the barbarians and want to come to our Song Dynasty to survive. This place has already been There is no livelihood anymore, so I have to look for livelihood everywhere, and live wherever I can find it. Our fields have been rented and cultivated by these refugees, and the servants can no longer support them. We can only contribute a little by giving porridge."
"In prosperity, the people suffer; in death, the people suffer." Now Zhao Ping finally realized its meaning personally. My mother was really kind. Although life at home was getting harder and harder, she still took the initiative to help other people in the Song Dynasty.
When he returned home, Zhao Ping suddenly remembered a question and asked: "Mother, Ping'er has forgotten. I wonder which year this is?"
Mother sat in front of Zhao Ping's bed, frowned and glanced at Zhao Ping a few times, and finally said, "Chunyou Twelve, why did you think of asking this?"
It's really tragic.
Zhao Ping, who likes history, remembered that this year was 1252 AD. The Chengdu Plain, the essence of the Land of Abundance, and now Meizhou (Meishan), Zizhou (Ziyang), Jiading (Leshan), Jiangyou, etc. were often looted by the barbarian army. .
The barbarians have occupied Chengdu this year!
The Song Dynasty is currently fighting fiercely with the Hu people in Jiading and other places, trying to gradually drive the Hu people out of Sichuan.
These wars were directed by Yu Jie, the last military god and strategist of the Song Dynasty.
However, Yu Jie was later persecuted to death by the treacherous prime ministers Xie Fang Shu, Xu Qingsou and others. His family and even his subordinates were also persecuted and died unjustly, allowing the last offensive power of the Song Dynasty to be destroyed by his own hands!
From then on, the Great Song Dynasty declined and was eventually destroyed by the Hu people!
Suddenly, a large group of Hu cavalry arrived at Zhaojiazhuang.
Zhao Ping's beautiful mother and wife were spotted by the barbarians, and they were raped in front of him. Zhao Ping shouted, but the barbarians trampled Zhao Ping's body and face to the ground with their feet.
Zhao Ping laughed loudly while shouting, and his mother and wife committed suicide in anger. Zhao Ping took advantage of the Hu man's pride and quietly pulled out the Hu man's knife, but was beheaded by another Hu man.
At the moment of cutting, Zhao Ping shouted: "Ah!" He woke up in a cold sweat and realized that he was in a dream.
Her mother's face turned pale, and she hugged Zhao Ping tightly and kept comforting him.
Zhao Ping suddenly remembered that Neijiang would be conquered by barbarians in six years.
And this temporary paradise in front of us cannot be avoided. My mother is as beautiful as a fairy, and she will inevitably be humiliated all over her body. And I, a man taller than a wheel at that time, will either be killed and become a part of the bones thousands of miles away; or even if I live a humble life like a slave, My wife was also a barbarian on the first night.
what to do?
Zhao Ping finally decided that since he traveled to the Song Dynasty, he would develop the economy, defeat the barbarians, start an upright career, and then go to find his father whom he had never met.
Let him consider whether it is better to have a relegated child or an illegitimate child.
Let’s see if he regrets it then?
