"Eat, eat."

Outside the city, a group of people put down their hoes and shovels and swarmed towards the city gates.

"Wash your hands before eating, and there is hot water on the side."

"This year is really lucky, not only do I have money to build roads, but I also have food to eat, and I have enough to eat."

After washing their hands, these people lined up to receive their lunch boxes.

It's just a simple dish and a soup.

But a big bowl full of rice, even if there is no vegetables, makes these people very satisfied.

Fragrant rice, many people are usually reluctant to eat at home.

The dish is pickled, there is no meat, the soup is just a clear soup, and there are a few vegetable leaves floating in the vat, and there is no oil at all.

However, a group of people sat around on the ground and ate deliciously.

They don't want to have good food, they just want to have enough to eat.

It's already the third day, and none of the people who signed up have made trouble, and none of them are dissatisfied.

"The general is merciful, and we have a good life now."

A man sat on the ground, covered in mud, but his hands were clean.

"It's a pity that Lao Sun, that guy went up the mountain some time ago and fell his foot, and now he can only be next to each other at home."

Even in Jizhou, there are many, many people who are suffering now.

It's just that only they know their hard days.

Although Zhao Hui changed their lives, he didn't have such a great ability to make them rich all of a sudden.

"If there were such good things every winter, I wouldn't have to worry about it anymore."

Working in winter is very tiring, and the backs of his hands have been frozen and cracked, but the people who speak don't care.

As long as he can get a little more money for his family, even if the snow is still falling on his head, he dares to come out to work.

This year's harvest is very good, and the taxes are much less, and the family has enough food to survive until next year's autumn harvest.

But he also wants to earn a little more, buy a pair of shoes for his wife and children, and preferably buy a new set of clothes for the Chinese New Year.

The children in the family, in spring, summer and autumn, almost all run barefoot, a pair of small feet, I don't know how many times they have been punctured, and now the skin on the soles of the feet is very thick and hard.

The soles of his own feet are now unable to penetrate even a needle.

The shoes at home are not enough to wear, and I don't want my feet to be frozen in winter, so I have to stay at home honestly, but even so, there are still many children's feet that are frostbitten, and they can't walk on the road, and they scream in pain.

In the past, there was no way, but now that there is a way to earn money, these people would rather be tired and bitter themselves, and let their children live a better life.

"Job, job."

After eating, these people shouted loudly by themselves, and there was no need for Zhao Hui's people to urge them.

"The general said that if we finish the road before the year, we will give a little more money."

Zhao Hui was dressed in sackcloth and took Xu Shu, Guo Jia and others out of the city.

"It's not easy for these people, we must let them be fed, and the wages will be indispensable when the time comes." Zhao Hui said.

"Tian Feng, the people of the Discipline Inspection Department should keep an eye on it, if anyone dares to deduct their wages, they will be severely punished."

"Don't worry, my lord."

Looking at the frostbite hands of those people and their red and chapped faces, Tian Feng responded.

Many people are saying that the people live a hard life, but how bitter it is, only when you see it with your own eyes can you know their suffering.

And officials, how many of them have seen the suffering of the people with their own eyes.

Every day, they sat in the yamen, drinking tea and reading newspapers.

Even Tian Feng has never seen the people working up close.

In the past, the most I could do was look at it from afar.

But if you look at it from a distance, you can't even see people clearly, so how can you understand.

If you want to understand people's livelihood, you have to be close to them, you have to have some contact with them, and if you can, you have to be able to experience their lives.

Only in this way will you really know their hard work.

Zhang Wang brought a dozen shovels over.

"Come, one for each of you, and we'll work with them this afternoon."

Zhao Hui took a shovel in his hand, and then asked Zhang Wang to send the remaining shovel to Guo Jiajiaxu.

Even Xu Shu, who had the worst family background at the beginning, had never done such rough work.

Watching the people wield shovels and hoes is very simple.

But Tian Feng and the others were holding shovels, but they didn't know how to do it.

Although they are just strategists, they usually have exercise, whether it is Xu Shu, Jia Xu, Guo Jiatianfeng, they are all characters with swords hanging from their waists.

It's not a powerless scholar.

Although I have the strength of a body, I can't use it now.

They can kill with a sword, but they can't really use a shovel or a hoe.

But it's also simple, looking at the people on the side, and then pondering it themselves, a few people soon sweated like rain with shovels.

Zhao Hui hadn't used a shovel for a long time, and he was a little uncomfortable at the beginning.

But you can become proficient when you do it.

His strength was so great that he could easily insert a shovel into the soil and dig out a large handful of earth.

Zhao Hui and the others are all coarse linen clothes.

The people on the side did not doubt their identity.

However, the hoe and shovel are not the hilt of the sword, Guo Jiajia scolded them, although they have the habit of dancing the sword, but not often. His palms soon became blistered.

"It hurts."

Guo Jia shouted.

Zhao Hui folded a piece of hay and gave it to Guo Jia: "Use this to puncture the blister." ”

Guo Jia said that after puncturing the blisters in the palm of his hand, it really didn't hurt so much.

The palms of Jia Xu and others were also blistered one after another, and they were punctured with hay.

This afternoon, they followed Zhao Hui and these people to build roads together.

Holding the shovel, it was much more tiring than they usually danced with swords.

However, Zhao Hui did not rest, Guo Jiatian Feng and them, even if they were very tired, they were all gritting their teeth and persevering.

They are all strong-willed people.

Even though it was a stretch they had never experienced before, no one shouted out.

This kind of tiredness is different from when they were studying.

"Let's all have a drink."

Zhao Hui just wanted everyone to experience it together, and he didn't really want to exhaust Guo Jia and them.

In about half an hour, everyone will be beckoned to sit down and drink saliva.

"It's sunset."

The afterglow of the setting sun shone on the people outside the city.

Whether it is Zhao Hui or Guo Jia, the coarse linen clothes on their bodies at this moment are no different from those people, they are covered with dust, and their faces are the same.

One afternoon, the sweat on my face was dry and wet, the hair ends were loose, and a few strands of hair stuck to my face.

"Call it a day, continue tomorrow."

Zhao Hui put down the shovel in his hand and shouted loudly.

When Guo Jia and the others heard this, they also breathed a sigh of relief and put down the shovel and hoe in their hands.

I was really tired, and I didn't care about my reputation as a celebrity, so I sat on the side of the road, holding each other's arms.

"Well, one afternoon, I had six blisters on my palms."

"Haha, I'm seven."

pinching his sore arm over and over again, Guo Jia and they began to have more blisters than anyone else.