Chapter 16 Yun Zhao, who seeks trouble

"Boy, that wood is too thick, and you don't need this and a pillar. Look, that one is very suitable!"

Yunfu squatted on the pile of wood, sucking his own light baba and pointing his fingers.

Yun Zhao scratched his head very much. These young people don’t know how to do it. If you want to build a house that you can’t rely on.

However, the adults were watching the fun, watching Yun Zhao stealing his own things, and each of them had strange smiles on his face, but no one came out to stop him.

Not only that, there are also some people who specifically guide these children to get the most valuable wood, such as the beam and pillar in front of them that is three meters long and cannot be held by one person.

Yun Zhao looked at the group of people and smiled silently. He had been farming in a small hill for many years, and his horizons were astonishing. He just thought about how to get some money and never had the idea of ​​helping others.

Yun Juan and Yun Shu struggled to survive under their noses, but they turned a blind eye. Not only that, they even took advantage of the death of the two children's parents, and divided their fields and took away their homesteads, leaving only a small thatched hut like a pigpen for the two children.

Yun Zhao once asked his mother why he didn't help these two young people. His mother replied: The Yun family can only manage the people in the Yun clan. The rest of the people do not have the surname Yun. They are just tenants who have been entrusted to the Yun clan after changing their surnames in the Yun clan. After many years of slaves changing their surnames, the people gradually reproduced after many years have nothing to do with the Yun clan.

Before Yun Juan's father passed away, he entrusted the two brothers to his original family, but did not entrust them to the Yun clan. Therefore, the Yun clan had no obligation to these two brothers. If they took action, their clan members would think that the Yun clan was exploiting these two boys. They would not say that they would have to give his clan members a sum of money, which was equivalent to spending money to buy slaves, so that they could just bring these two boys back to the Yun clan in justification.

Yun Zhao is not unfamiliar with what his mother said.

In fact, what the wealthy families are afraid of is not the government, not the merchants, but the farmers! They are always wary of these farmers.

The wealthy families are vigilant, the government is vigilant, and even the big merchants are vigilant...

So... the vigilance can easily turn into cruel exploitation, ultimately accelerating the demise of an era.

Just from the fact that most of the dynasties were destroyed by the uprisings of peasants, we can see that peasants are the absolute controllers of this world.

They have their own set of values ​​and their own understanding of the world. Sometimes it is warm and makes people cry, and sometimes it is cruel and makes people shocked.

Sometimes obedience makes people angry and do not fight, sometimes violently like a ball of fire, with only destruction wherever they go.

Many people know that the troubled times are coming, but no one knows better than Yun Zhao how cruel and terrible the troubled times are...

This is a group of people who have treasures but don’t know it.

The Yun Zhao family is almost a self-sufficient and model-like family. The things they need to build houses can be easily found in the Yun family.

But, how to build a house?

A group of teenagers squatted on the foundation of Yunshu, Yunjuan's house, facing a large pile of materials for building the house, and didn't know where to start.

Mr. Xu walked over with his yellow dog, with a book under his arm, turned a blind eye to the group of students who stood up and bowed to him, and walked straight over, but accidentally threw a book away.

Yun Zhao quickly picked up the book and watched the teacher leave before he looked at the title of the book.

"Create French"!

It is also a chapter that specifically talks about creating this category.

Yun Zhao opened this book... and was confused... When the ancients talked about craftsmanship, they never spoke well, and there was too much room for fantasy.

Fortunately, two pieces of paper fell out of the pages and the pictures and texts were all over the book.

Yun Zhao once again thanked his mother for her keen eyes and once again thanked him for the ten thousand taels of silver that did not exist.

Then he greeted a large group of children and started building the house according to the steps on the drawings!

When it was dark, a group of young people who had not eaten anything went home in hunger but were extremely excited.

Only Yun Juan, Yun Shu, who wanted to take care of his own house, left behind. Since the first pillar was planted into the soil, the two brothers have sacrificed their lives to work. They are obviously hungry and have no strength, but still gritted their teeth and insisted that they really want a house of their own and are willing to give their own things for this house.

When Yun Zhao returned home, he had become a clay figure.

Even the big white goose disliked the mud stained with his body and was unwilling to bite him.

Sitting on the threshold and taking off his wet clothes, Yun Zhao felt extremely tired.

The mother came over to change him into clean clothes, looked at his son up and down, and then wiped his son's face like a watermelon.

From the method of rubbing watermelons, Yun Zhao could feel his mother a little angry.

“How does it feel to steal something from home?”

"I'm so idle!"

"How, I know I'm at a loss?"

"I didn't suffer any loss. As long as the house is built, what will I do with the Yunjuan brothers in the future, they will do whatever they want. They should have gained a lot."

"To give people benefits will only raise ungrateful wolves, and it also requires both kindness and power!"

"So, I chose to steal our stuff instead of coming to you for advice."

"Are you ready to be beaten? This time I won't show mercy for my mother!"

"Yun Yang can beat him harder, he is a little lazy today."

"Oh, I got it."

Yun Niang carried her tired son to the kang. Yun Zhao looked at her supper and couldn't help but sigh. There was no noodles, only millet rice and salt...

After a lot of physical energy is consumed, it will help increase appetite. Yun Zhao ate two bowls of this kind of rice that tastes tasteless and has certain harm to the throat.

After having enough food, he sighed a little. He was obviously a landlord's eldest son who had to open his mouth and had to open his mouth. Why did he suffer such a life at such a young age?

Seeing his mother bringing her pen, ink, paper and inkstone, Yun Zhao sighed in her heart. Since ancient times, she has never had any shortcuts to be a master.

Writing is actually very particular. The teacher often said that you must be calm and then you can write good words. You must have a sense of awe of words in order to write good articles.

Yun Zhao listened to these words, but it was very difficult to do it. He pulled his back and waist and sat for two hours in a row, which was a torture for people, let alone a child like him. If Yun Zhao had no external heart, it would be impossible for him to sit for two hours.

Calm and calm, this is the biggest requirement for Yun Zhao. Therefore, after writing the "Three Character Classic" a hundred times, Yun Zhao also had to write "Hundred Family Names" and "Thousand Character Classic" a hundred times.

As the teacher said, the smarter the child is, the more terrazzo skills he should use, so that he can become a tool.

At night, the drizzle of rain finally stopped, and after the clouds were blown away by the wind, the blue sky was revealed.

However, the azure sky quickly turned into a light ink color. After Yun Zhao finished writing, the azure sky completely turned into a black brocade covered with diamonds.

The apricot blossoms outside the window were withering, some fell on Yun Zhao's table, some fell on Yun Zhao's ink pond, and some fell gently into Yun Zhao's arms, sliding down on his delicate skin to his belly.

The apricot blossom that my mother embroidered did not wither, but the color was a bit dull, and there was no life-less thing to count.

Yun Zhao packed up the paper and pen, and went to the rain jar in front of the door to wash the brush.

The rain was cold, but when I put the brush in the rain jar, the ink traces could not be seen clearly in the night, but the brush had been cleaned.

Yun Fu was still smoking his light baba, and Mars was lit and dark like a large firefly in the dark.

This is his habit. He will not rest until midnight every day.

"Uncle Fu, can you tell me about this Liu Zongmin?"

Uncle Fu hid in the darkness, unable to see his expression clearly, but his voice came over.

"A honest blacksmith with my mother on it. She is poor and has not gotten married. I want to come to our family to make some money by selling craftsmanship and find a wife for myself. What's there to say?"

"Do you say people's hearts really change?"

"Of course it will change. In the past, Uncle Fu only wanted to stay in Yun's family for ten years and repay the kindness of the old general. Who knew that you stayed in Yun's family for twenty-four years without realizing it.

I used to think of following the swordsmen in Guanzhong, walking to the West Entrance and exploring the Western Regions. When I was old, I didn’t have the intention.”

"Uncle Fu, I want to learn swords from you!"

"I know, I've seen it a long time ago. If you wait for another year, your body has not grown. If it grows, I will teach you."

"Uncle Fu, can you practice your sword technique?"
Chapter completed!