Chapter 3220 You live my life I live my life

This spring of the nine years of Taixing was so cold that it was unbelievably cold.

It was already March, but the sky was gloomy and the thick clouds were like a heavy lead plate, which made people breathless.

The spring wind should have been gentle, but now it is still cold and harsh, as if even the flowing blood can freeze. The plants withered, and the green spring before disappeared, leaving only a decay at this moment, without any vitality.

There are few pedestrians on the street, and occasionally a few travelers hurriedly wrapped their robes, shrank their necks, and resisted the invasion of the cold wind. Their faces were filled with fatigue and helplessness, as if the cold weather also reflected the desolation in their hearts.

In the distant fields, farmers tried hard to fight against the hard land, their eyes full of despair and confusion. They realized that this late spring cold would not only destroy their harvest, but also put their lives in desperate situations.

In the sky, occasionally a few lonely birds flew by, making shrill screams, as if telling the suffering and helplessness of this world.

Spring plowing was severely delayed.

The land of Jizhou and Yuzhou was originally the most suitable land for cultivation in China, and it was also the area with the largest number of cultivated fields and relatively concentrated. On this land, due to the prosperity of agriculture, it also nurtured a large population, and once produced an agricultural value of 80 to 10 in the entire Han Dynasty.

Originally, the time for farmers was too late to endure, but now it was accompanied by the malice of nature. This is like the future hunger or hunger for farmers who are struggling on the line of food and clothing in daily life, or...

Family is destroyed and people are killed.

But when facing such a threat, the farmer still didn't know what he should do...

Well, it's not actually that they're not doing anything, they're working.

The farmer's measure in the face of his own disaster and a terrifying future is to work.

Very, very, very much life.

The difficulties of farming in the Han Dynasty exceeded the imagination of later generations.

In later generations, there were often mechanized harvesting and large-scale planting in the Central China Plain, which made people feel relaxed and happy, and felt the prosperity of the national strength and the health of the people. But if the machinery and iron tools were removed, the people would only have simple wood or a small amount of iron tools, but they still had to cultivate such a vast acre, it would not be a comfortable thing in any case.

In Yingchuan, this family of people who had originally been a land that belonged to the emperors of the Eastern Han Dynasty, who had been working for a day, sat exhausted... or it was called lying on the mud ridge beside the field, sweating heavily, wet clothes, eyes were dull, half open his mouth and gasping for breath, throwing his hands and feet shaking.

The hands and feet of the three people were shaking rhythmically.

An old man is his father.

The two young ones are brothers.

Because they were repeating this very rhythmic movement all day long.

Rake...rake...and move...

Then rake... and then move...

This is all their actions at the end of the day.

No drinks, no snacks, no rest, no laughter.

There is no so-called life is so hard, and you can't just lie down and have fun.

I don't spend money to suffer the anger of this sin, because they really have no money, no money at all, and they borrowed money from the seeds they cultivated.

Qingmiao Loan.

Before the implementation of the Qingmiao Law in the Northern Song Dynasty, such loans were actually already in the feudal dynasty of the Chinese feudal dynasty. The reason why Wang Anshi failed to successfully develop the Qingmiao Law was that in addition to the so-called reasons that could be explained on the stage, there were two reasons under the shadows. One was naturally because of interests, and the other was the long-standing "heavenly granted the monarch."

In feudal dynasty, when the people encounter irresistible disasters and pains, they will cry "God" that actually does not really refer to the gods and emperors, but the government court of the feudal dynasty.

In the hearts of the people, the governments of these feudal dynasties should have represented their most fundamental rights and interests, and the Qingmiao Law should not be implemented for the sake of interests. After all, the civil servants have to bear taxes and have to bear additional loans in addition to taxes. But in fact, this hope is just a beautiful lie, just like the constitution in later capitalist countries expressing freedom and equality, and it is cold and not very warm.

It's like the late spring cold right now.

The farmers who should have been busy with spring plowing were helpless because of the sudden cold.

The land is as hard as iron, and the plowshares are difficult to get down to the ground, and the seeds cannot be sown.

Even the seeds that have been sown are difficult to grow in the cold, and those that have grown are frozen to death in the fields.

What can a farmer do?

They could only try their best to plow the fields again, endure tears and bury the frozen seedlings again underground, as if this could bury their sadness and usher in hope.

Hope for the whole family.

Speaking of which, they were lucky because the war did not last too long on the land of Yingchuan, and because Cao Cao's core focus in the Xuxian area in the middle of the year, the surrounding agricultural areas were restored as soon as possible. Therefore, compared with the people in other areas, the farmers here suffered relatively less losses in terms of military disasters and man-made disasters.

More importantly, their family has three laborers.

One big, two small.

If we count based on the age of later generations, two and a half-year-old boys, one should still be in high school, and the other should be at most junior high school. However, according to the standards of the great man, they are already "Ding".

So the women in their family can also be taken care of at home, otherwise they would like to be from the next door...

The farmer on the next acre of land is still arable.

In the cold wind, the farmer next door just wrapped a roll of fabric that could no longer be seen around his waist. The fabric was covered with holes, and it looked like it was originally a short shirt, but later because it really couldn't be repaired, it was regarded as a lollipop cloth used to cover its current shit.

His body was exposed in the wind, and his ribs were clearly visible. He was panting, his legs and feet were trembling, but he was still working hard to plow the fields, his face and limbs were covered with mud of all sizes.

A woman followed the farmer, wearing a short jacket with at least a dozen patches, holding a wooden shovel in her hand, and was working the man's turn up the ground.

She fell on the ground barefoot, her feet covered with calluses and sores.

At one end of the field, a big child was holding a little child, staring at his parents blankly.

The child was still crying during the day, but he was soon exhausted.

Crying, depression, cursing, and complaining all require a certain amount of physical strength. When you are extremely tired, you will not have any emotions, and only numbness will be left.

『Our family is fine...it's fine...

The older farmer sitting on the mud ridge muttered a little, and seemed to have a little comfort from the farmer in the next mu. He stood up, packed up his tools, put on his short robe, and said, "Let's go, go home."

The two and a half old boys also responded, stood up, and shook the soil on their bodies. They had no outer robes, only short robes. The outer robes were qualified to wear by the head of the family.

Then the three of them, in silence, dragged their tired steps, and walked home in the setting sun.

The pain of others may not make you happy, but at least you can know that you are not as painful as others.

The paths in the fields are difficult to walk.

Because in order to free up more land to plant crops, the ridges in the manor are as small as possible.

The old farmer walked in front and the young farmer followed behind, not only was the same pace, but even the shadow of the hunchback carrying the farm tools was similar.

Their home is not near the land.

Because their fields are not their homes, they are just tenants, they need to walk through a considerable length of flat land, cross two small single-wood bridges, and then climb over a small hill to see their homes.

They need to spend at least one hour of their time walking every day.

From a place of work to a home of rest.

This is how it is every day.

The land they cultivated belongs to the owners, and the land of their house belongs to the owners.

Therefore, the owner of the manor will never allow them to build houses beside the fields, even if it is just a simple shed, because it is equivalent to invading their means of production, just like later companies will never allow employees to live in the company. Although they shout that employees regard the company as their home, they are actually just to make employees bleeding, sweat and cry. If there are really foolish employees who regard the company as their own home, capitalists will let employees know what is a free iron fist.

Their home was by a stream, surrounded by gravel and rocks, which were not suitable for farming, so it became a gathering place for these tenants.

The surrounding environment is the most primitive and civilized state, and even the moss on the shed can prove this. In this case, many people who are tired of the fast-paced life in the city will be envious...

Those who live around the tenant are also tenant farmers.

Even refugees who are worse than tenants.

The tenants still have one or two sheds, and the refugees are the land nests that do not even have huts.

Digging a pit underground and then using a few wooden sticks to build a small piece of space on the pit is where these refugees settle down. Such a land nest is naturally broken and shattered without exception, looking crumbling. It seems that when a strong wind blows, these refugees can be buried directly in the dug soil pit.

So sometimes the land of these refugees looks more like the graves they dug for themselves.

However, even if these refugees really die, they cannot own the pits they dug out by themselves. Most of them will be carried away, burned, and become a handful of ashes, so that they will not encroach on the land of the manor owners too much.

When passing through these nests, the farmers, young and old, looked straight and their heads were raised.

And there are often some envy or desire-like eyes projecting from the ground nest...

In fact, no matter the three farmers or the people in the land nest, they did not realize why the manor was so big, but why did the manor owner who was usually full of benevolence, righteousness, morality, truth, goodness and beauty deliberately put the tenants and refugees together?

After walking a little further ahead through these nests, some sheds will appear one after another.

This is the tenant's living area.

The tenant's house looks like a house at least. Although most of it is built of stone, yellow mud, logs and weeds, it can be seen that most of it has been carefully cleaned up, and some houses have traces of new wood repair with obvious lighter colors.

People around the house are more or less wearing normal clothes. Most of them wear clogs and straw sandals, and the occasional cleaning traces can be seen on their heads and faces.

If it was a normal day, these people would probably greet each other, but in today's strange and abnormal climate, no one seemed to have no intention of greeting each other. They were silent and even looked at each other numbly, and they were each busy with their own affairs with their heads down.

The back, which was originally straightened in the local nest area, unknowingly hunched over again.

Their home has arrived.

The building is built with some stones of different sizes, filling the gaps with slurry soil, and a beam is built on it, without tiles. The paved bunches of hay are bunches of selected bunches of bunches of bunches of bunches of bunches of bunches of them. The building is not high, and even the doors need to bend over to enter, but compared to the previous ground nest, it is already excellent.

There is a fire pit in the middle of the house.

According to usual habits, when the farmers and the other three returned home, the hostess at home almost cooked the food, cleaned up and rested when the sky was still bright, and went to bed when the night came.
To be continued...