The next day, early in the morning.

Wang Youzhen and his grandfather left Yanchi Village together and went to Haiyan Village, which had no households.

Taking advantage of the fact that Haiyan Village has not yet been taken over by other wealthy households, he persuaded the various ancestral halls of Haiyan Village as soon as possible to expand the base area of the Industrial Revolution to two villages.

It is also the third harvest that Wang Youzhen attaches the most importance to after moving the dung section this time.

Absorb another Yanding village.

Walk across the rope bridge and into Haiyan Village.

The dilapidated scene that Wang Youzhen saw was basically equivalent to another Yanchi Village.

The village is full of flat-roofed mud houses with cracked walls, and the small vegetable patches that used to be brought in to the gate to open up the mud have all turned into tall weeds.

The earthen walls of many earthen houses have collapsed, and they look like the ruins of the ruins after the Eight Banners Tartars have looted.

There were many children in the ruins, all of whom were in their teens, both boys and girls, all of them were naked and dark, without a single cloth on their bodies.

There was no sparkle in his eyes, all of them were numb and sluggish.

Old man Wang looked at this scene and couldn't help but feel sad: "We have a grandfather in our family who is a craftsman, your father is a gentleman in a private school, the second is a servant, and the third is carrying the salt classes of the three families." ”

"I worked day and night, barely letting you live a little human."

"Otherwise, our family is like this, and it is impossible to survive ten grandchildren, and it would be good if there were only three left to starve to death."

Wang Youzhen has a deep understanding of what his grandfather said, because Yanchi Village is also such a miserable scene.

The seven ancestral halls in the whole village, except for the Wang family ancestral hall with fewer people, are better.

The other six ancestral halls are slightly better off in the long house, and the others are exactly the same as the numbness and sluggishness of Haiyan Village.

The monthly money is actually not high.

barely enough to feed three or four people.

The weaver woman had one tael of silver a month, not enough to buy a hundred catties of rice and wheat.

Even if it is a child, without eating any meat and vegetables, he has to eat forty-five catties of grain a month.

The two children are ninety pounds, and they basically eat up the monthly money of the spinning woman for a month.

Fortunately, I was able to buy some wheat bran and rice bran, and with what these rich families fed their livestock, I could barely sustain a family of three or four.

This is still one or two silver, if there is no one or two silver, you can only eat the roots and leaves, and even eat Guanyin soil.

Wang Youzhen didn't speak, and followed his grandfather silently.

I came to the earthen house with barely a little bricks, which is the home of the patriarch of the largest ancestral hall in Haiyan Village.

Come to the door of the earthen house, which also has a lot of weeds.

An old man with many scars on his back and chest, with his dark upper body and his lower body surrounded only by a pile of tattered dirty cloth, walked from the outside.

Old man Wang shouted enthusiastically: "Old money." ”

Lao Qian was also a pawn who sold his life at the border back then, but his fate was not good, he never cut off the head of a Eight Banner soldier.

After returning to his hometown, he couldn't be like Wang Youzhen's grandfather, who used the reward silver to punch a few iron carpenter's tools.

can only be like most of the old soldiers who have returned to their hometowns, either farming as a tenant or as a salter exposed to the wind and sun.

Lao Qian's personality is the same as most salt, he is honest and doesn't know how to speak, and he only desperately basks salt every day.

Hearing the old brother call him, Lao Qian just grinned and didn't say much.

He took the two of them and went home, let them sit on the mud bench in the hall, turned around and went out again.

It didn't take long.

Outside the hall came the cries of an old woman, mixed with the scolding of an old woman from time to time.

Wang Youzhen glanced at his grandfather in confusion.

Old Man Wang didn't see it, and probably guessed what was going on, and held down Wang Youzhen, who was about to go out.

After a stick of incense.

Lao Qian's family was so poor that he couldn't even see a grain sack, and suddenly there was a smell of meat.

Old Qian bent his waist and walked in from outside, and put a clay pot of stewed chicken on the table.

He grinned at Wang Youzhen: "Eat, child." ”

That's it.

made Wang Youzhen, who was extremely tenacious, almost burst into tears.

It also made Wang Youzhen deeply feel how deep the affection of his grandfather, the old pawns who survived from the border pass.

It's not a surname, it's not a bloodline.

but regarded him as his grandson.

Before Wang Youzhen could eat, the old woman's cries and scolding became louder.

"Old ghost Qian who killed a thousand knives, this egg-laying hen is the lifeblood of the whole family."

"Without the old hen, how can the whole family live!"

The old money who squatted in the corner and didn't serve the table, even if he was scolded, he didn't let his family eat enough to deserve to be scolded.

The voice reached the hall.

The old face full of wind and frost changed in an instant.

Before Lao Qian stood up, Old Man Wang walked over quickly and held down Lao Qian: "Okay, if you kill chickens, you are not allowed to scold your younger brothers and sisters." ”

Old Man Wang walked so fast, almost running over, because he knew Lao Qian's temperament too well.

The old money that is honestly paid either doesn't do it, and once it does, something big will happen.

Wang Youzhen stared at the stewed chicken in front of him, took a deep breath, and stood up: "Grandpa Qian, I'll eat it later." ”

After saying this, he went out.

When I walked into the courtyard, I saw an old woman squatting in the corner of the stove room, sobbing incessantly.

It looks extremely sad.

Wang Youzhen walked over and didn't speak, took out a few pieces of broken silver from his bosom, and put them in front of the old woman.

When Lao Qian saw this scene, he wanted to stand up again, but he was held down by Old Man Wang again.

The old woman looked at the few pieces of broken silver in front of her, and was suddenly stunned, and did not rush to put them in her arms.

He opened his old eyes and looked at the hall.

Before Lao Qian could speak, Old Man Wang said in a loud voice: "Sister, you can accept it, the right is the filial piety given to you by your grandson." ”

"If you really don't want to go, wait until the little great-grandson is born, and ask the sister to take a few pairs of soles."

The old woman was obviously moved, but she still didn't dare to stretch out her hand.

That's a few pieces of silver.

Even if she is old and dizzy, she can still estimate the weight.

At least three taels.

Wang Youzhen knew that Grandpa Qian would not take these broken silver if he didn't speak, so he hurriedly gave Grandpa a look.

Let Grandpa quickly tell the purpose of coming over this time, so that Grandpa Qian can accept the money with peace of mind.

Old Man Wang pulled Lao Qian to sit on the table, and suddenly said: "Old Qian, my brother came here this time to be the grain chief of several villages near us. ”

Before he finished speaking, Lao Qian also said very suddenly: "The grain chief is not easy to be, and he is a fool." ”

Old Man Wang nodded, looked at Lao Qian's old face with a lot of ravines, and said seriously: "Brother knows, you just say whether you support the patriarch or not." ”

Lao Qian didn't hesitate, and he didn't ask if the other party would cheat him if he did this.

Just one word.

"Done."