When Liang Chuan opens his eyes every morning, he can no longer see Xiao Xiaocheng. This child has just recognized Liang Shiguang as his archery master. He is like taking a shot of chicken blood every day. He goes to the mountains to practice archery in the morning and brings some to Song's mother. Daily necessities and rations of vegetables were provided. He came back at night and went to Li Chu's place to practice ax skills with him.
Li Chuyi's teachings have always relied entirely on God's will. How much God allows you to understand depends entirely on fate. Liang Shiguang is even more mysterious. No one can figure out archery. There are only a few high-level masters throughout the ages!
Children can endure hardship!
Running up and down the mountain, he, a little boy with yellow hair, didn't even feel tired!
The two aunts felt sorry for the child and always prepared food for him to take with him, but he ate a few bites and ran up the mountain.
He spent countless lives practicing his bamboo bow in the forest, but he only got to 70 or 80 points. Even He Baozheng looked down on him and laughed at him every day for going hunting in the mountains without fear of being picked up by prey.
Liang Chuan had seen it before, and it was quite interesting. He had also practiced crossbow himself. To be honest, his accuracy was not as high as that of Xiao Xiaocheng.
It's just that the young man is not strong enough, and the power of the small bamboo bow is not exciting enough!
Liang Chuan took a look and said, "You don't like studying. In the future, you will be like Wu Xia Amon. How far can you make a difference? Studying is the right way!" There has never been an illiterate general in the world. At most, he is a general who makes a living by selling his strength. The principles of the battlefield can be found in books. The wisdom of the ancients is true!
Nihu led a group of Baozhengs down the mountain anxiously. This time they were just like mountain people going down the mountain to beg for food. Some Baozhengs were so thin that they were reduced to human form by the plague. In addition, they were already poor, just like their poor relatives who were caught in the autumn wind.
The children in Fengshan looked at this group of people and pointed, while the adults were a little worried. What, they want to cause trouble?
The truth of this world is in the hands of the powerful, but sometimes it is also in the hands of the poor, because they are unreasonable, but they are the reason.
If they mess around with you, the government won't dare to do anything to them, for fear that these barefoot paupers will rebel again like they did a few years ago.
That time the mountain people rebelled, and the entire Chihe Village was slaughtered until only a group of children were left. They have not recovered much over the years.
Song Youcai took his people to Qingyuan last night. The first big thing was to transport clothes back and bring back some food.
The mountain people also did not dare to delay. Ni Huli was telling them Liang Chuan's method. Many people had already been worried about how to survive this winter, and they had to go to the mountains to peel bark and dig rat holes. Even so, they still had to fill in the holes. With his hungry stomach still full, Nihu came up with this best solution after worrying about it.
Liang Chuan said that if you don't have money, you can just owe it first, and he will draw it from him!
Liang Chuan himself didn't care. He was now a wealthy landowner. If he couldn't bear to let go of the sweet potatoes, he would be peeled off by Zhou Zhou. But he was too embarrassed to touch the sweet potatoes in the Fengshan villagers' homes, so he turned around and borrowed the money himself, which was equivalent to buying the sweet potatoes from the villagers.
He has long figured out that although he brought the sweet potatoes back, they will definitely spread all over the world in the future. Instead of hiding it and teasing him, he should promote this kind of people-saving work himself. Quan should do it for this era. a contribution.
Many dynasties in history ultimately died not from war, but from the economy, and because the people had no food to eat. This was not the case with the Song Dynasty, but I still hope that this dynasty can live longer, and at least my descendants can live in peace for a few more days.
Yi Niang has tried her best these days to get such a large amount of sweet potatoes, but she can't do anything about it. There are no livestock at home, and no matter how much she eats, she can't stop the sweet potatoes in the warehouse from starting to turn black and ferment, emitting an unpleasant smell.
"It's great that you guys are here. You can move all the sweet potatoes here, and there are still more in the kiln that are not enough!"
Liang Chuan was also a little confused. Why didn't he know when the underground kiln was built?
Yi Niang led a group of people into the warehouse. Looking at the mountains of sweet potatoes, these Shi Cang Bao Zheng swallowed hard. The Bao Zheng felt a bump in their hearts and asked Yi Niang weakly: "Sister-in-law Sanlang, you guys Do you usually eat sweet potatoes like this?"
If she pops up again, it will be for the pigs to eat. The group of them had already discussed it and left immediately!
There is no shame in starving to death!
Nihu was a little angry. Why did he mention this when he arrived at someone else's house? It's better to eat pig food than starve to death, and it's better than being a flower boy!
Yi Niang trotted for a while, and when she came back she was holding a coarse porcelain bowl with more than a dozen large and plump sweet potatoes in it. She picked up one and took a big bite: "My third brother and I wanted to eat these sweet potatoes when we were in the most miserable year." I can’t eat it, so I go into the mountains to burn a few kilograms of charcoal and go to the city to exchange for a few liters of millet!”
"You guys are going down the mountain so early, I'm afraid your stomachs are still empty. Each of you can take a piece to fill your stomach first!"
The words spoken by He Baozheng were different from those spoken by Lin Yiniang. Yiniang practiced it herself and said in front of them: "This is our food!"
What kind of situation is the Liang family living like this? They mountain people are still caring about their face!
Nihu stomped her foot in anger and shouted loudly, feeling sulky when she went out.
Human heart!
The guards' faces felt hot, and they had never lived as clearly as this girl in their entire lives.
Liang Chuan asked Yi Niang for her opinion. She couldn't finish the sweet potatoes in the warehouse. . .
Before Liang Chuan finished speaking, Yi Niang glanced at him but knew that her husband was going to be a good person again.
Yi Niang persuaded Ni Huli and said: "We can be considered neighbors. I heard from the third brother that the villagers in the mountains have a tense life. If one side is in trouble, there will be support from all sides. We didn't rely on that forest to get through it. What are we doing now?" We can just sit back and watch you suffer in the mountains. And the third brother also told me that you people in the mountains also want to grow sweet potatoes. Now the melon vines in the fields have long since withered, so we can only move the melons back to cultivate the vines! But! Move it quickly, this sweet potato will spoil if you leave it any longer!"
Nihu was ashamed, and he himself looked down on this crop. People treated it like a treasure and had three meals a day, but they still looked down on it. Some people were poor for no reason and deserved to be poor.
"Sister, we can't take these sweet potatoes for nothing. If we harvest from the mountains next year, we will pay back the money!"
Yi Niang knows that what the poor value most is their face, otherwise they would have nothing to gain!
"Okay, you can do whatever you want. If you have any difficulties, get through them first!"
Yi Niang chuckled, their stubbornness was helpless in Yi Niang's view.
The mountain people carried the sweet potatoes in bamboo baskets one by one, and then started to pick them up the mountain in twos and threes. They didn't even have an oxcart. A cow can build a house on the mountain. There is often only one cow in the whole village, and people can't pick it up. I don’t dare to tire anyone out even if I’m exhausted!
The children in the school were so happy when they saw the sweet potatoes in the sugar shop being picked up by the baskets by the uncles. Some naughty children even dared to run over and ask Yi Niang: "Do we no longer have to eat sweet potatoes in the future?" "
The mountain people had mixed feelings after hearing this. Their children had no worries about food and clothing, their clothes were neat and tidy, and they also had books to read. As for the children on the mountain, they were either digging wild vegetables in the forest or helping to plow the ground to grow vegetables. It was good. Follow the hunt one by one.
Generations of ancestors are like being cursed, and they can never escape the cycle of short-lived and low-life life associated with the mountains.
Yi Niang glared at them and said: "Liang Chuan has spoken. From now on, we will eat sweet potatoes every time. You don't have to eat them if you don't want to. Bring out the good food and meat from home and share them with everyone!"
The mountain people's faces were slightly hot when they saw it. Nihu looked at these Baozheng and became even more angry. He cursed: "What's so good about it? People's lives were not better than ours back then. This is how life goes. Today we are You have to suffer a little more, so that our children on the mountain can go to school tomorrow, so there is no shame!"
The guardians scolded their own mountain people, saying that anyone who fails to live up to expectations will suffer if they fail to live up to expectations! Move quickly, you can work harder when you move back and see if you can live a good life!
Some mountain people moved and found something wrong. The sweet potatoes seemed to have started to turn black!
As soon as these words came out, all the mountain people immediately stopped what they were doing and gathered around to watch. Their nerves are already relatively sensitive. As soon as they heard about this kind of thing, everyone immediately thought that these must be unnecessary things, so they sent them!
Nihu was now in a dilemma between two groups of people!
He couldn't ask the mountain people to pick out these rotten sweet potatoes and eat them. .
Liang Chuan took a look and saw that it was really the case!
"You cannot eat blackened sweet potatoes. Those who have livestock at home can pick them out to feed, but humans must not eat them! If you eat too much of these sweet potatoes, you will have diarrhea and even get sick!"
Liang Chuan didn't hide anything, he just said it directly!
Yi Niang was also a little worried and said: "It was the same situation in previous years. The yield of sweet potatoes was extremely large, but it was difficult to grow. Often in winter, half of the sweet potatoes would be almost rotten. I wouldn't be watching the big guys eat them together, otherwise It’s a waste!”
The scene was a bit embarrassing for a moment. We couldn't have spent so much effort to transport these sweet potatoes back to the mountains, only to have them all spoil after a few days of eating?
Nihu couldn't let Yi Niang do something wrong. He also stood up to smooth things over and said, "It doesn't matter. There are so many people on Dameizi Mountain. I can't keep these sweet potatoes. They'll be eaten in two days. I'm just worried about next year. If The mountain people have begun to plant sweet potatoes. How will they save them when the time comes? They can’t eat them all in one day.”
The sun shone on Liang Chuan's face, and everything seemed so confident.
He seemed to recall those years when there was not much food at home. In the summer, they also used sweet potatoes in sugar water pressed out with a pressure cooker. Occasionally, they would have a meal of sun-dried sweet potatoes. The sugar water was really sweet. In winter, it was just sweet potato powder.
In the coldest and most freezing time of winter, my mother used a fine mesh to knead the powder through sieves every day. It was really cold at that time. I was reluctant to even boil hot water to wash my face every day, but my mother had to get up every day. Make sweet potato powder!
The mountain people thought sweet potatoes were pig food, but since they were at the tail end of an era of scarcity, they ate sweet potatoes a few times a day.
At that time, I was really not hungry after eating porridge, but the sweet potato powder was so delicious!
