Wang Wenxiu's fair face suddenly turned red, and he was about to evaluate.

Liu Xiancheng looked at the two poems a few times, and then stroked his beard after putting them down and said: "According to this official, the two poems have their own strengths, and today is a tie." Since there is no winner or loser, the two villages should use water in harmony and share water sources. If there is disobedience, the punishment will be severe. After speaking, he flicked his long sleeves and got into the sedan chair.

Wang Wenxiu immediately stepped forward and said, "Congratulations to the official." ”

He approached Liu Xiancheng, and a gold ingot in his long sleeve fell into his long sleeve, and then whispered: "The surname of the erector is Zhao, and the surname is not Li Ye." ”

Liu Xiancheng snorted, and then got into the sedan chair and left.

Zhao Ping didn't know that a conspiracy around him had quietly begun.

Wu Yun and hundreds of tenants behind him also brandished hoes and sticks, shouting: "Win, win, your own people win." Xiao Langjun is so powerful. ”

Lijia Village and Zhaojiazhuang are less than 30% of the area of Wangjia Village, and even if they use water peacefully, they are also winners.

After all, the land of Wangjia Village is more than that of Lijia Village and Zhaojiazhuang combined.

In particular, most of the fields are more in need of water.

Therefore, Lijiacun and Zhaojiazhuang are in fact winners.

Wu Jie held a string of heavy ten-run copper coins given by Li Zhihao, the chief of the capital in his hand, and his eyes were full of tears.

You must know that the paper money issued by the imperial court is almost one-third of the value compared with copper coins.

The mother read the two poems repeatedly, and recited them gently, before nodding and saying: "The two poems do have their own strengths, but my mother believes that Ping'er is better, and your poems seem ethereal and distant." But don't be proud, poetry is always benevolent, wise and wise, and different people have different interpretations. ”

Zhao Ping's mouth was wide open, his eyes were looking at his mother tightly, he didn't expect that his mother, who loved textiles, would have such a study of poetry, but when he thought that there was a piano room in the backyard, his heart suddenly became transparent.

Zhao Ping learned from the residual information of the original owner of this body that his grandmother and grandfather had passed away, and now his mother's only close relative is his uncle.

My grandfather's family background can only be said to be average at best, barely able to support my uncle's education.

My uncle is a nerd who doesn't make money to support his family, and now my uncle's money to buy a restaurant in the county is still from his mother.

Obviously, these fields, Zhuangzi, and restaurants add up to basically about 10,000 yuan.

If it weren't for his frail and sickly body, his mother would obviously be more than enough to support this family.

It's a pity that his health is so poor that he is about to bring down this family.

Who gave this property? The mother was reluctant to say, and Zhao Ping only guessed.

When I was born, my mother was only fourteen years old, how could I afford to earn such a large family property, was it given by my father, whom I had never met?

The mother obviously has something to hide from herself, and she doesn't want to tell her about the past and the father she never met.

The mother said that his father was dead, but Zhao Ping obviously didn't believe it.

If the father died, the mother was so young and beautiful, and there were often matchmakers who came to the door to propose, and the mother would have married herself out a long time ago.

Da Song is very tolerant of women, not only can daughters divide the family property, but divorce and remarriage are also common.

The mother worked hard to support herself alone, but she didn't think about finding a man to marry her, obviously she still had expectations in her heart. Who is worthy of mother's expectations, the only possibility is the father who has not met.

Zhao Ping pondered, no matter how ugly he looked, no matter how bad his body was, he was also a son!

The mother obviously wants to raise her body well, and then cultivate herself, so that she can reunite with her father, who has never met her.

Zhao Ping vowed that he must work hard to realize the beautiful wish of his mother, and at the same time, let him see his father, who has never met him, another relative in his life.

It's just that Zhao Ping never understands, why is this father so ruthless?

After I was born, I didn't care about it at all.

Almost abandoned himself as an illegitimate child.

The mother named herself Zhao Ping, hoping to be safe, could it be that one of Cuizhu and Lan'er is her child daughter-in-law?

Zhao Ping went out for a walk with his mother.

Most of the children with multiple patches or ragged or even parchment clothes, the cold weather makes their hands red from the cold, and they go to the fields to tear wild vegetables such as ear roots and wormwood as food.

Obviously, the combination of the heavenly stem and the barren land made the tenants of Zhaojiazhuang quite sad.

The adults who resisted hoes and other farm tools had heavy faces, dazed or dull eyes, and kept talking to each other, saying that the Hu people had hit Chengdu again, and how many people had died in Jiading, and sighed after speaking.

On the official road in the distance, Zhao Ping saw people constantly supporting each other and walking listlessly.

The strong ones carried mats, burdens, and quilts on their backs, the weak ones carried crutches, and the good ones carried their families and daily necessities in wheelbarrows, flat-headed carts, chicken carts, peaceful carts, oxen, snails, and donkeys, and even carried their children in baskets in poor conditions.

Under a straw hut, there are many wooden barrels of gruel, and the housekeeper's Hun family, Wu Tian, and his daughter-in-law, Wu Zhou, constantly spoon the bowl of porridge and then hand it to passers-by.

A man was probably so hungry that he pushed others away to grab the porridge, and immediately a wanderer soldier was beating the man with sticks. An old man suddenly fainted to the ground, and several villagers lifted up and walked towards a pavilion, in which there was a Lang Zhong who was constantly busy.

Zhao Ping asked curiously: "Who are they, why do they not stop walking?" ”

The mother's eyes were a little dazed, and after looking at these pedestrians, she sighed and said: "They are refugees from Chengdu, Xingyuan Mansion and other places occupied by the Hu people or places where the war is in chaos, and they don't want to be oppressed by the Hu people, and they want to come to my Great Song Dynasty to survive." There is no livelihood here, so I have to look for a livelihood everywhere, and I can live wherever I find one. Their fields have been rented and planted by these displaced people, and the servants can no longer support them. Only through soup kitchens do a little bit. ”

"Xing, the people are bitter; Death, the people suffer. Now Zhao Ping finally understands its meaning firsthand. The mother is really kind, although the life of the family is getting more and more miserable, but she still spontaneously helps other people in the Great Song Dynasty.

When he returned home, Zhao Ping suddenly remembered a question and asked, "Mother, Ping'er forgot, I don't know what year this is?" ”

The mother sat in front of Zhao Ping's bed, frowned and glanced at Zhao Ping a few times, and finally said, "Chunyou Twelve, why did you remember to ask this." ”

It's really tragic.

Zhao Ping, who likes history, remembered that this year is 1252 AD, and the Chengdu Plain, the essence of the country of abundance, and now Meizhou (Meishan), Zizhou (Ziyang), Jiading (Leshan), Jiangyou, etc., are often looted by the Hu army.

The Hu people have occupied Chengdu this year!

The Great Song Dynasty is currently fighting fiercely with the Hu people in Jiading and other places, trying to gradually drive the Hu people out of Sichuan.

These wars were commanded by Yu Jue, the last military god and strategist of the Great Song Dynasty.

However, Yu Jue was later persecuted to death by the traitors Xie Shu Fang, Xu Qingsu, etc., and his family and even his subordinates were also persecuted and died unjustly, so that the last bit of offensive power of the Great Song Dynasty was destroyed by his own hands!

Since then, the Great Song River has been declining, and it was finally destroyed by the Hu people!

Suddenly, the Hu cavalry brigade slaughtered Zhaojiazhuang.

Zhao Ping's beautiful mother and mother were favored by Hu Ren and strengthened in front of him, but Zhao Ping shouted but Hu Ren stepped Zhao Ping's body and face on the ground with his feet.

In the midst of Zhao Ping's shouting, he laughed and was strong, his mother and mother committed suicide in anger, Zhao Ping took advantage of Hu Ren's pride and quietly pulled out Hu Ren's knife, but was beheaded by another Hu man.

At the moment of chopping, Zhao Ping shouted: "Ah! I woke up in a cold sweat, and it turned out that I was in a dream.

The mother's face was pale, and she hugged Zhao Ping tightly, constantly comforting her.

Zhao Ping suddenly remembered at this time that Jiang would be attacked by the Hu barbarians in six years.

And this temporary paradise in front of me cannot be avoided, the mother is as beautiful as a fairy, and it is inevitable that the whole body will be humiliated, and the man who is taller than the wheel at that time may be killed and become a part of the white bones of a thousand miles; Or even if she lives as humbly as a slave, the wife is a barbarian on the first night.

What to do?

Zhao Ping finally decided that since he had traveled to the Great Song Dynasty, he would develop the economy, defeat the Hu people, do a dignified career, and then go to find the unmet father.

Let him consider whether he is a good child or an illegitimate child.

See if he regrets it then?