Every time he waved the flail, Zhu Yan felt a sore back, a dry mouth, and a hot pain in his hands.

Although it is autumn, the heat of the autumn tiger has not gone down at all. Moreover, the people should take advantage of the heat to dry the grain, so that it would not be difficult to store it due to moisture.

On the dry and flat rice field, many ragged people and Zhu Qian were doing the same thing, knocking the rice grains off the straw. In another part of the dojo, several swarthy and strong, shirtless men were pulling huge stone mills and crushing the rice spread on the ground.

This is Suqian County, a village on the west bank of Surabaya, at this time it is already the beginning of autumn, and it is also the season of late rice harvest.

This Champa rice is introduced by the Champa country, drought tolerant, waterlogging resistant, after the introduction of the Song Dynasty, due to the change of farming conditions, after domestication and improvement, Champa rice from the dry grain to rice-based, in the two Huai areas can, to achieve two crops a year, the yield can reach more than 300 catties per mu, that is, 2 ~ 3 stones.

Compared with the two years and three crops in the north, the yield per mu is only one stone, and the planting advantage of the two Huai can be described as great, and it is no wonder that it can become the granary of the Northern Song Dynasty.

It's just that it seems a little strange, that is, around these rice fields, a considerable number of strong men are armed with guns and knives, and many people are holding bows and arrows, staring at the four directions.

Although Champa rice is planted and harvested in the warm season, it cannot stand up to the chaos. Now both sides of the Huaishui River are basically controlled by Liu Yu, the puppet of the Jin people, and thieves are rising everywhere, so even if these villagers cut the rice, they must prevent the Jin soldiers and bandits from coming to rob.

In this troubled era, the first thing to bear the brunt of is to eat well, and food is of course the most important.

"Zhu Gan, you go and rest for a while, let me come."

Dong Wei on the side shook his head, came up to take the flail in Zhao Gan's hand, motioned him to the side to rest, and continued to do it himself.

Zhu Yan wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Wei Da, who was working on the side, looked at Zhu Yan and frowned, but did not speak. These scholars are really useless, they know that they eat and drink for nothing, and they usually can't help at all.

Zhu Shi, who was holding the straw on the side, saw his father coming, quickly put the straw in his hand, helped his father sit down, and poured a bowl of water himself.

Zhu Gan's face was tanned, he took the water bowl, and he didn't care about the gap in the bowl, he raised his head and drank it, and the water wet his chest.

"Chen ...... What's more, if you're tired, bear with everything, and don't do it against others. ”

Zhu Shi's little face was also red. He shook his head and said, "Don't worry, father, I know how to take care of myself." You have to watch your wounds and take care of yourself. ”

The son walked away and went back to work. Zhu Yan shook his head, a few months have passed, and his son is completely different from before.

Although the son is talented, he has never done these jobs since he was a child. But these days, fishing, harvesting rice, cooking rice and chopping wood, it can be said that he is proficient in everything.

Even, following these people to learn horseback riding and archery, even the body became stronger.

I don't know if this transformation is good or bad. After all, this is the place where the Jin people rule, and I don't know if the father and son can escape the catastrophe in front of them.

Zhu Yan looked at the busy crowd in front of him, dazed, as if he was thinking.

At this moment, Zhu Gan, who was sitting on the scene, was naturally Zhao Huan, who escaped by the Huaishui River a few months ago.

Attacked by the river that day, the father and son hid in the aquatic plants by the river, and saw his mother Zhu and his sister struggling in the water, Zhao Chen wanted to go forward to rescue, but his father covered his mouth, hugged him tightly, and remained motionless.

Watching his wife and daughter struggle in the water, and finally sink underwater, Zhao Huan's face was pale, his lips were clenched, and blood was oozing.

Seeing the tragic death of his wife and daughter, he couldn't do anything, otherwise he wouldn't be able to save his wife and daughter, not to mention himself and his son

The Son will also die on the spot.

The father and son climbed onto the riverbank, ran in the grass and trees along the shore for an unknown amount of time, Zhao Huan fainted, and when Zhao Chen was panicked and helpless, the people who were fishing in Surabaya saved the father and son.

Although Zhao Huan's wound was on the shoulder, it was also a wound to his muscles and bones, and he lay on the bed for a month, and then recuperated for more than a month, and then slowly recovered.

This is under the rule of the Jin people, so he naturally does not dare to reveal his identity, otherwise it is likely to cause trouble.

But now he is the deposed crown prince, the deposed official family, even if he goes back, how will the court deal with him and his son.

But if you don't want to go back, not to mention the sin of doing these menial jobs all day long, you have to face the threat of killing the golden soldiers all the time.

In the past few months, he has been paying attention to inquiring, but he has not heard the officials and soldiers of the imperial court calling, but the Jin soldiers are getting more and more fierce, and there are bandits everywhere. I don't know when the imperial army will be able to restore this place.

The only hope now is that the bodies of his wife and daughter will be recovered and properly buried.

Zhao Huan stood up, picked up the flail, and began to work hard again.

Dong Da shook his head slightly. Although this scholar can't do anything, his personality is very stubborn and has a brute spirit.

Seeing that the daylight was slowly fading, Wei Da raised his head and looked at the crowd around him, and shouted loudly.

"Pack it all up and get ready to go back!"

Half a bowl of white rice for one person, a large pot of fish stewed with five or six palm-length fish, and some salted fish pieces were placed on a long table of old logs in the middle of the courtyard.

"Let's eat."

Wei Da looked at the people sitting on the benches on both sides, and took the lead in picking up the rice bowls.

Like the other people who were sitting, Zhao Huan and Zhao Chen, father and son, picked up the bowl and ate slowly.

A boy with thick eyebrows and big eyes, who looked to be thirteen or fourteen years old, sat next to Wei Da. He quickly finished the rice in the bowl, drank a bowl of fish soup, and stood up.

"Zhu Shi, have you finished eating? After eating, let's go to archery practice together. ”

The boy sat down on the bench next to Zhao Chen, as if waiting for Zhu Shi.

"Okay, Wei Sheng, I'll be fine right away."

Zhao Chen sped up his eating.

"Be careful, don't choke."

Zhao Huan frowned, looked at Wei Sheng, who had a childish face next to him, and told his son.

Although the boy named Wei Sheng was tall and looked to be thirteen or fourteen years old, he was only ten years old. His family has passed away, and everyone else here is his fellow villagers.

Wei Sheng has been smart and bold since he was a child, and he is bold and righteous, and he is very loved by the villagers.

"Zhu Shi, why do you eat so slowly, like a girl."

Zhao Chen swallowed the last bite of food and hurriedly said, "Okay, don't rush, I've already finished eating."

"Uncle Zhu, let's go to practice archery."

Wei Sheng knew a lot about etiquette, and said to Zhao Huan, who was also eating very slowly.

"Go ahead, be careful!"

Zhao Huan nodded. This Wei Sheng is a young hero, a person who was born to do great things, but it is a pity that he grew up in this kind of place.

"Whoosh!"

The feather arrow in Zhao Chen's hand shot out, but it missed the bull's-eye, he shook his head regretfully, and shook his soft and painful wrist.

"Wei Sheng, I lost again today. I didn't expect your archery skills to be so skillful, and in a few years, I'm afraid you will be able to go into battle to kill the enemy. ”

Zhao Chen's words were half envious and half truthful.

This Wei Sheng is three years younger than himself, but he is bigger than himself, and the strength in his hands is much better than himself. In a few years, it will definitely get stronger and stronger as you get older.

"I'm nothing."

Wei Shengcong

He picked up a shiny spear next to him and began to dance again.

"This is the hometown of Xiang Yu, the overlord of Chu, and as a descendant of the Chu people, I am still far from the overlord. One day in the future, I will be like him, go into battle to kill the enemy, make meritorious achievements, and be a real hero!"

Suqian, also known as the water city, the ancient name of the lower phase, Suyu, Zhongwu, is the hometown of Xiang Yu, the overlord of Chu, in Suqian County, Xiang Yu's hometown "Wutong Lane" still exists. For thousands of years, the number of people who have hung their lives is innumerable, and the heroic spirit still exists, and the people of Suqian are also proud of Xiang Yu.

"Speaking of big heroes, we also have one in the Great Song Dynasty, nicknamed "Saibawang", Wang Tiegun, I don't know if you have heard of it?"

Speaking of Xiang Yu, Zhao Chen suddenly remembered Wang Song, and said it involuntarily.

"You're talking about Wang Song, right?"

Wei Sheng knew a little bit about everything, he said as he danced his gun.

"Although Wang Qianggong is a hero, he must not be able to compare to Xiang Yu. Xiang Yu can lift a thousand catties of giant ding, but Wang Xianggong may not be able to lift it. ”

He put away his spear, beads of sweat on his forehead.

"However, Wang Xianggong is both civil and military, and he becomes a poem in seven steps, and no one in the world admires it. Compared to those big turbans in the court, Wang Xianggong is simply a god!"

Zhao Chen wanted to blurt out, saying that he knew Wang Song. But he also knew that his identity must not be revealed.

"Wei Sheng, what do you want to do in the future, you won't stay here by the Huai River all the time, fishing and growing crops, right?"

"Of course not! I want to practice martial arts, and after a while, I will go to Hebei to find Wang Xianggong, defect to the loyal army, Jin Ge Iron Horse, and kill the thieves!"

Zhao Chen shook his head gloomily, Wang Song had already died in battle, and Wei Sheng's wish was afraid that it would not be realized.

Before he could speak to persuade him, Wei Sheng's words shocked him into a cold sweat.

"Wang Xianggong was in Hebei and raised the banner of anti-Jin. I want to hurry up and practice kung fu so that I can go to Hebei to find him. You also practice well, and then we will go together. ”

Zhao Chen was stunned for a moment, then shook his head and smiled:

"Wei Sheng, it seems that you are staying here and don't know anything. Two years ago, in the first war in Fuzhou, Wang Xianggong had sacrificed his life for the country, where do you go to find him now. Don't be delusional. ”

Wei Sheng was also stunned for a moment, then scratched his head and wondered.

"No, I heard a few days ago that there are still warships of the Loyal and Righteous Army on the Bianhe River, and I heard that they were all sent by the prince, saying that it was to clear the canal and protect those merchants. Isn't that true?"

When Zhao Huan finished eating, there was no one else on the table. He helped the bowl to the kitchen, and when he was about to leave, he found a piece of coarse paper with words written on the floor at the door, which looked like a newspaper he had seen in Tokyo City.

Zhao Huan picked up the coarse paper, and sure enough, it was the previous view. There was also a faint smell of meat in the newspaper, and it seemed that it should have been wrapped in cooked meat.

Zhao Huan frowned, smoothed the newspaper, and looked at the newspaper as he walked.

Suddenly, his footsteps stopped, landing on the headline of an article in the newspaper, his eyes motionless.

"Lianghe Xuanfu made Wang Song lead his subordinates to launch a summer offensive and recover the three towns, and the Jin people suffered heavy casualties and had no choice but to retreat!"

Zhao Huan was sweating profusely, as if he was in a daze. He froze and quickly turned the newspaper over and looked at the rest of the book.

"The Loyal and Righteous Army broke the gold man, and Wanyan Zongfu awarded the first ......"

Zhao Huan burst into tears, and tears flowed down his cheeks.

"Father, Wang Xianggong is still alive, Wang Xianggong is still alive!"

Zhao Chen pushed open the door and broke in all of a sudden, only to see his father sitting on the edge of the bed, his face stained with tears, and he was in a daze at a newspaper in his hand.

It is a dream or an illusion, the vicissitudes of life, the taste of the world, only the experience is true.