"Fuck! You son of a bitch, God." Zhang Shuan looked at God and spat.

The heavy rain started ten days ago, and it continued to rain sparsely for ten whole days. Today it finally cleared up. I went to the fields and took a look. The corns that had begun to ear only had a few leaves floating on the water. The dry fields are not used now.

After modification, it can be directly used as a fish pond.

The lack of harvest did not make Zhang Shuan despair, after all, the family's food rations were still guaranteed.

According to the regulations of the imperial court, each household who comes to reclaim wasteland is entitled to one hundred acres of land. In addition, money and food will be distributed in the first three years. Even if the harvest is ruined due to floods, there will definitely not be hunger.

There is no need to worry that the officials of the imperial court will embezzle their own money and food. Since Marshal Li became the assistant government, those officials have not dared to embezzle!

Zhang Shuan's father is an example. He just lost a few hundred taels of silver because of corruption. Now the whole family has to come to Liaodong to reclaim wasteland. This is a kind of distribution and a hope. As long as you take care of the land in a down-to-earth manner, the land will give you huge rewards.

return.

"How is your house?" Brother Wang, a neighbor, saw Zhang Shuan returning to the village dejectedly and asked while scratching the wall.

"What else can we do? The ground has been soaked with water. Look at this, it may not last for ten and a half months. This year, it seems that we will have to live on the court's money and food."

"The flood has flooded the grain and brought silt from the river. The land will be much fertile and the grain will grow well next year. Your family is full of scholars and they don't know how to take care of the land.

Yesterday I went to the mountain to trap a sika deer. You come over tonight and we two brothers can have a drink. Anyway, with the money and food provided by the court, we will definitely not let us go hungry." Brother Wang's face did not show the slightest trace of depression, but instead he was enthusiastic.

He greeted Zhang Shuan for a drink.

"Thank you, Brother Wang. I will sell some Shaoguo wine to you tonight. Please tell me about this kind of thing."

"Yeah!"

Not many people came to Liaodong to reclaim wasteland, and often eight out of ten families lived in a village. The Zhang family was like this, and other families were not much better off. It was rare for Brother Wang to be so optimistic, and Zhang Shuan felt better.

During the winter, when the family was deserted, they invited Brother Wang's son to come over and teach him how to read and write. Brother Wang mentioned openly and secretly several times that living in the neighborhood should not be an embarrassment to others.

Zhang Shuan was thinking about walking home, but before he reached the door, he smelled the aroma of food.

Farmers don't need to buy vegetables. Just wander around the yard and you'll find a delicious meal. There are more than 20 chickens wandering in front of the chicken coop. A family of four is never short of eggs to eat. The chicken coop is about ten feet away.

There are more than a dozen ducks quacking around the food bowl. Duck eggs are best marinated. When you poke the marinated salted duck eggs with chopsticks, sparkling oil will come out.

Salted duck eggs are the best meal in winter.

There was a big yellow dog lying in the kennel next to the door. When he saw his owner coming back, he immediately came out to greet him with his tail wagging.

In addition to large livestock, the family also has a lot of poultry.

"What makes it so delicious?" Zhang Shuan patted the big yellow dog on the head and asked the woman who was setting the table.

"Potatoes and beans stewed. Brother Li San's house shot a roe deer, and the roe deer meat was brought to him. You have to learn from Brother Li San. On the bank of the river. It's okay to set up a chicken, but if you hunt a roe deer, you will be hungry all year round.

No. I don’t know how much better it is compared to our hometown in Shandong." The mother-in-law happily took out a big fish from the stove.

Big fish one foot long are really rare in my hometown in Shandong. Not to mention such a big carp, even the young crucian carp in the small river ditch are almost wiped out. In Liaodong, two ordinary children can fish in the river.

I fished out two fish from the branch. Two days ago, I saw the two boys from Lao Yu's family in the front yard picking out a big fish that was as long as one person. I don't know how they caught it.

Maybe it’s because there are so few people, and the neighbors get along so well. In my hometown in Shandong, if a village doesn’t have hundreds of households, how can it be called a village? Either the chickens from the east family eat the millet from the west family, or the cows from the south family eat it.

I ate Bei's rice. I was busy all day long, and there was no quiet time.

It's not like now, when the neighbor comes back from hunting roe deer, he will give some meat to his family. Is he imitating others and setting up two chickens when he has nothing to do? The government gives money and food without saying anything.

meat.

Braised roe deer meat with beans and potatoes, a plate of scrambled eggs with cucumbers, and a large carp one and a half feet long, plus a pot of large pancakes. In my hometown, this is how we eat during the Chinese New Year. In Liaodong, it’s just an ordinary meal.

Just pause.

Zhang Shuan felt that it was really wise for his father to embezzle those hundreds of taels of silver. Being in exile was so satisfying that he did not miss his hometown at all.

"Brother Zhang Shuan, let's have dinner. I trapped two pheasants yesterday, and tonight the pheasants are stewed with mountain mushrooms. Come over and have a couple of cups." Seeing the Zhang family having dinner, neighbor Lao Wu shouted against the wall.

"I promised the eldest brother of the Wang family to go to his house to eat venison tonight. How about we go together and I'll buy more wine."

"Hey, there's venison to eat. That's a good thing for men. Let's go together in the evening. I'll bring a pot of pheasant stewed with mushrooms. These two big pheasants are very fat. Each one weighs more than ten kilograms. It's been stewed for two days.

Big basin." The man disappeared, but he handed the two children two huge chicken legs through the wall.

Zhang Shuan picked up a piece of pastry pancake and took a bite. Even if the official family did not have money or food, he could go to the mountains to pick wild mushrooms, set up some pheasants and catch some roe deer and so on, and he could live a comfortable life. The worst thing would be to make a big hole in the ice in winter.

. Use a shovel to scoop out some water, and you will be able to get several kilograms of fish in a short time.

After lunch, Zhang Shuan originally wanted to rest for a while. But he thought about the crops in the field, so he decided to go and take a look in the field. He didn’t know how long it would take to drain such a large puddle of water. He just thought he was taking a walk after eating.

!

As soon as I walked out of the village, I saw a black spot rushing towards me in the distance.

Savage Jurchen? Or some other Jurchen?

Zhang Shuan was not worried about the Jurchens. A few years ago, after the whole family of a settler family was killed, the Liao army focused on this family and caused a horrific tragedy within a radius of fifty miles.

From then on, none of those savages dared to think of colonizing the Han people. With strong backing, even a scholar like Zhang Shuan dared to fight the most barbaric enemies with a fork.

Looking towards the official road with a hoe, those people were getting closer and closer. It wasn't until they got closer that Zhang Shuan could clearly see the faces of those people. If he could use one word to describe those people, Zhang Shuan decided that ghost would be a more appropriate description.

Some of those people have yellow hair, some have thick hair. Even their beards and eyebrows are red and yellow, and their eyes are blue and green. Their skin is as white as a dead person who has been soaked in water for more than ten days. The good old ladies in the village are all

Not so white.

"Who are you?" Zhang Shuan asked bravely.

Those people looked at Zhang Shuan, and a guy who looked like a leader said something. Zhang Shuan couldn't understand, but he just thought that these people had their tongues curled up and were grunting.

Maybe they didn't understand what Zhang Shuan said, so they asked again.

Zhang Shuan still didn't understand, so he just kept gesticulating, pointing to his mouth, and shaking his head.

While Zhang Shuan was gesturing with those people, Brother Wang came over at some point. When he saw those people, he couldn't help but exclaimed: "Rakshasa people!"

The guy at the head seemed to understand Brother Wang's words. Zhang Shuan turned his head and saw only a flash of sword light. He felt his head fly up, then fell to the ground and was kicked far away by the horse's hooves. The last scene he saw with his eyes
Chapter completed!