Soon after Yang Weng left, he entered the real dog days. The fire flowed in July, and it didn't cool down in August, and it was still a hot wheel, and the fire clouds were burning. The rats in the fields are dying of heat. The old people are worried, this kind of year has not been seen for decades, and they do not know how to harvest in the second half of the year. Although sweet potatoes have a high yield, if they dry up, there is nothing left. Fortunately, the sweet potato seedlings in the field are growing normally and vigorously, which makes people worry and breathe a sigh of relief.

The water level in the Ruishui River continues to fall, as does the water level in the village's two wells. There is a well in the Mu family, and two wells have been drilled under the mountain where the slaves live, which can solve the problem of water for the time being, but everyone consciously began to save water, and the bath is washed by the river in the evening, and the well water is only for drinking.

Business is booming at the carpentry workshop, but it's all old orders. Mengyang City is so big, and the furniture is not a consumable, Mu Fu calculated that the order could be completed a few years ago, and he could earn seventy or eighty thousand taels of silver after removing the cost and labor. Recently, because the ice cube business is very good, I go to the city every three days, and I can earn 300 taels every time, and the silver comes in like water. This looks like a lot of money, but the family also has a large population, and Mu Fushu is already thinking of other ideas to make money.

The trees below the mountainside were almost cut down, and Mu Fushu planned to open terraces. It's just that the weather has been hot recently, and the carpentry workshop uses more than a dozen pots of ice every day, so the reclamation can only be postponed. It's just that there are so many people in the family, and it's not a matter of resting.

The textile industry in Shu is developed, and the cloth is not valuable, so Mu Fushu bought a large amount of cloth, collected a large number of chicken feathers, duck feathers, and goose feathers, and filled them with cotton to make cotton jackets. After the great drought, there will be a great cold, and she began to think about winter.

In addition to making padded jackets, Mu Fushu also tried to teach women to spin wool yarn, and she planned to knit sweaters. It's just that the current textile machine is very backward, and the spinned thread is very thick, so she has no choice but to go to the space to find a book to make a spinning wheel.

It's the end of July. The spinning wheel was finally made, because there were not many sheep raisers in Shudi, and the wool was not received much, Yang Weng still had no news, otherwise he could ask him to find a way, and now he just collected some rabbit hair and tried to spin some thread to see if it could be used as wool.

Mu Fushu can't knit sweaters. She studied in the space for half a day and only used a jersey scarf. It's just that after the scarf was taken out, Lin and Lao Lin studied for a long time, and even knitted sock covers by inference. At this time, people don't wear socks, they all make socks with cloth, and there are two strings on the mouth, and they are tied to the calves with ropes when they are worn.

At the beginning, the knitted socks were a little big, and after Mu Fushu reminded them, they were knitted into fits, and they were very comfortable to wear, which made Lin's mother and daughter very happy. If it weren't for the heat, one person would have worn out a pair earlier. Mu Fushu took the opportunity to ask if he could knit a pullover sweater, a tight wool pants or something like that, and asked the two of them to study it.

The water in the Ruishui River is getting less and less, and the anxiety on the faces of the people of Linjia Village is getting stronger and stronger. The river has been protected by the village chief, and the amount of water used in the fields is limited every day. Mu Fushu felt that the sun was so big, even if he didn't use it, it would be evaporated by the sun. It's just that she can't explain it to the villagers, but fortunately, most of the sweet potatoes don't need much water, and the Ruishui River can barely support the water of the whole village.

On this evening, when we were feeding, everyone was not in high spirits. The weather is hot, the vegetables are also dry, and there is a cold courgette, fried leeks with eggs, stir-fried cabbage (water spinach), pork ribs and winter melon soup. The price of pork is cheap, originally no one except the poor eats it, and eggs and chicken are not expensive, and the price has increased after the drought. The reason is that pigs and chickens eat less forage.

Ah Zhu took a chopstick courgette, chewed it and swallowed it, and said softly: "I don't know if Mr. has eaten or not......

Everyone is also worried about Yang Weng. After all, it's been almost a month since I left, and there is no news at all.

San Lang frowned slightly: "Ah Zhu misses Mr.?" ”

"Hmm!" Ah Zhu rarely had a bad appetite, so he put down his rice bowl and said in a low tone: "I have memorized all the three-character scriptures, and I have also memorized half of the thousand-character text, when will Mr. come back." ”

"No news is good news." Mu Fushu drank the winter melon soup slowly. A shrewd person like Yang Weng shouldn't have an accident, right?

"But the gentleman said he would be back in a month...... "Ah Zhu pouted.

"It's not a month yet." Lao Lin couldn't see his grandson sad, so he comforted him and said: "Mr. has great ability, he will definitely be safe, and the good grandson will eat quickly." ”

"Lang Jun ......" There was a sudden cry of horror outside the door, Mu Zhongjun put down the dishes and chopsticks and got up and walked out, and Mu Fushu also followed closely. As soon as he stepped out of the door, he saw the housekeeper Zhou Songyi stumbling in, and Zhou Yan and Zhou Yu behind him were holding a sloppy person who couldn't see the human appearance.

Mu Fushu's heart sank. Her eyes were excellent, and the person behind the Zhou family brothers was clearly one of the four house slaves who accompanied Yang Weng to pick up his family.

Zhou Songyi couldn't care about wiping the sweat on his face, and said in a hurried tone: "Wang Da said that Mr. had an accident!" He begged all the way back and walked for more than half a month before returning to Mengyang. ”

San Lang stepped forward with an arrow, grabbed Wang Dayi's chest and hissed at Wang Dayi, who was paralyzed on the ground, "What's the matter?" What happened to Uncle? ”

Wang Da said intermittently: "We haven't arrived in the north yet, we haven't ...... Encountering displaced people...... The car was smashed, the horse was robbed, and the sir, the gentleman and we were separated......"

"Only you escaped?" Mu Fushu's eyes narrowed.

Wang Da almost gave half his life away, and nodded slowly: "The four of us escorted and guarded Mr. and let him go first, and then ...... There are too many people...... I don't know where my husband went, so I can only go back to Mengyang first......"

Mu Fushu nodded. This Wang Da is not stupid, he knows to come back to report the news. He was separated from Yang Weng more than half a month ago, and it was difficult for him to walk back on his legs.

San Lang was stupid, and Uncle disappeared like this, and it seemed that he was more than lucky...... Looking down at Wang Da on the ground, he said in a sullen voice, "Why don't you look for more?" ”

"I found ......" Wang Da could barely see his face clearly, and his face showed a look of fear: "I can't find it and I don't dare to look for it, it's chaotic, it's a war, it's ......"

"War?" Lin and Mu Zhongjun said in unison, and Mu Fushu was also taken aback.

Wang Da was probably overdrawn, gasped twice, and suddenly fainted. Mu Fushu hurriedly asked Zhou Songyi to take him down to freshen up and feed. It's not easy to find it all the way back, and it's been lost for a long time if you can't say it's fate. Now it is necessary to figure out who is fighting with whom and where.

The feeding was interrupted, and everyone was in no mood to eat. San Lang was worried about Yang Weng and followed to see Wang Da. Mu Zhongjun also went to the city to deliver ice cubes the day before yesterday, and he didn't hear about the war. After thinking about it, I'd better go to the city tomorrow and ask Yang Weng what's going on.

Ah Zhu felt the tension at home when he entered the painting, and went to bed early. The three of Mu Fushu and Lin's mother and daughter were left sitting in the living room. Old Lin seemed to be scared when he heard the battle. His hands were shaking all the time. Lin comforted her for a long time, but it was useless. I only heard her voice like a dream: "...... There is no food to eat after fighting...... It's just that there is no food to eat...... I've seen homeless people kill people, kill people without blinking, eat people, and eat meat as soon as they lose their breath......"

Lao Lin muttered to himself like a demon, and Mu Fushu only felt that his eyes were scarlet, and the tip of his nose seemed to smell a fishy smell. Lao Lin became more and more energetic, and continued to say: "...... Children are the most pitiful...... Everyone exchanged ...... Someone asked me to change the painting with his little lady...... I think that little lady is my Ayu...... How can I change ......?"

"Auntie!" Lin couldn't help but shout, choked up with tears streaming down his face: "A-Niang, I'm here, A-Yu is here, don't talk about it......"

Mu Fushu knew that Lao Lin was scared out of trouble on the way to escape from the wilderness, and he usually didn't show it, as long as he was stimulated or triggered in a specific environment, he could still see a psychiatrist in modern times, and in this era, at most, he could only prescribe some tranquilizers to drink.

Old Lin was shouted back by Lin, crying or not crying, grabbed Lin's hand and said: "Buy food, hurry up and buy food!" When there is a war, the officers and soldiers will grab food, the robbers will also grab food, and the displaced people will also grab food......"

Old Lin said that countless people would come to grab grain, but Lin was frightened, and nodded again and again: "Buy, buy, buy, and go buy grain tomorrow......"

Mu Fushu looked at Lao Lin as if he was insane. The Sui Dynasty has always been relatively stable, and the wars are often invaded by small Turks in the north, could it be that the old Lin clan has seen the Turks? Experienced war? Otherwise, I can't explain why people who are usually normal are scared like this by fighting.

Mu Fushu asked the Lin family to help the old Lin family back to the room, found the tranquilizer in the space, took one and put it in the water for the old Lin family to drink. It's better for her to sleep in this state, otherwise she will become more and more afraid and the problem will become more and more serious.

Lin saw that Lao Lin was asleep, and the painting who lived in the same room with her was still young, so he was afraid that he would not be able to wait, so he decided to stay with Lao Lin at night. After telling Mu Fushu a few words, he let her go back.

Mu Fushu went to see Ah Zhu first, only to see that he had fallen asleep early, the weather was hot, an ice basin was placed in the house, and Ah Zhu only wore a small belly pocket to sleep Zhengxiang.

Back in the room, Mu Fushu followed the moonlight outside the window and found a person sitting in front of the window. Her eyes were excellent, and she could tell at a glance that it was Saburo.

"Auntie, I want to go to Uncle." San Lang said leisurely: "In the past nine years, Uncle and I have never been separated for so long. ”

Mu Fushu lit the candle. Saburo seemed to have cried, and his eyes were a little red. He shrank himself in the shadows and said in a low voice: "I lived with my uncle when I was five years old, and at first there was an old slave who took care of us, and then he died, and my uncle's health was not good, and sometimes he couldn't afford to take medicine, but he gave me all the delicious food, and he lied to me that I was full when he wasn't full...... I ......" San Lang lowered his head, and Mu Fushu saw his tears dripping on the thin shirt on his chest, and after a while, a large piece of wet was wet.

"Auntie, I didn't tell you my real name, in fact, my name is Yang Zhiqi."

Saburo's voice was a little erratic. Mu Fushu frowned, she used to suspect that San Lang and Yang Weng were a family, but after meeting the Wen County Order, she also knew that the Wen family was upright, and it was unlikely that there would be a backyard dispute that would affect her son-in-law. Now San Lang clearly told himself that his surname is Yang, and Yang is the surname of the country! ………………………………………………… Qing Shui seems to have frozen shoulder, and his left shoulder is gadagada..................... If the collection doesn't rise, how many people don't see it? Ouch! Don't be so afraid of trouble, dear friends, click on the collection to give Qing Shui a little power! I'm really embarrassed to be an aunt......