Then.

Zhu Zhongyi of 100 households held a jar of Jiannan Burning Spring, and Hu Blind pushed a wheelbarrow with three bags of white rice tied to it.

Yang Bald carried ten catties of pigs into the water in his hands, not because he didn't want to buy more expensive mutton, but Father Ji was proud of this, so he simply bought more.

came to the door of Daddy Ji's house.

Zhu Zhongyi and others knocked on the door and saw an acquaintance, Song Shihui, Zhu Shun's eldest disciple.

Song Shihui was holding Daddy Ji's cigarette bag and pot, smoking dry tobacco in a decent manner, and the pigtail girl was washing one of Song Shihui's clothes next to her.

Suddenly saw three acquaintances, the thin-skinned Song Shihui seemed to have been caught raped in bed, her face was flushed, and she hurriedly ran out of the door.

Zhu Zhongyi and the three of them didn't realize anything, they said that they were unmarried men and unmarried women, and they had nothing to say even if they were little widows, as long as they were willing.

In the eastern Liaodong frontier, they are still drinking together today, and they understand that they may only die on the battlefield, and they don't even have a coffin.

The pigtailed girl knew three middle-aged men, and the three of them would always come over after the Chinese New Year, always carrying some meat in her hands that she had always dreamed of eating.

The day that the pigtailed girl looks forward to the most every year is when three uncles come to her house, and this time they came to buy a lot of meat.

Zhu Zhongyi, a hundred households, also bought a small box of osmanthus cake from Liufangzhai, handed it to the girl with pigtails, and grinned: "Eat, girl." ”

The pigtailed girl rushed over, and called Uncle Zhu Uncle Hu and Uncle Yang sweetly, and then carefully put away the box of osmanthus cakes and waited for Grandpa to come back and eat together.

Zhu Zhongyi of the hundred households and the three of them all like this girl very much, and they are all ready to let their sons marry her in the future.

Seeing that Zhu Zhongyi secretly bought a box of osmanthus cakes, he almost didn't distort the noses of the blind man and the bald man, and the two glared at him together.

Zhu Zhongyi, a hundred households, put the wine urn in the stove shed and began to carry water into the stoneware vat in the stove room.

It didn't take long for a puff of cooking smoke to come out of Daddy Ji's house, and an enticing smell of rice and meat filled the dilapidated yard.

The pigtailed girl dried the thief's brother's clothes, moved a small bench and sat at the door, waiting for her grandfather to come back from the field.

"Daddy! Why can't you think about it like that! ”

"Grandpa! Grandfather! ”

"Daddy! It's all because the son has no ability, and your old man is so old and doesn't enjoy a day's happiness. ”

Zhu Zhongyi and the three of them have been cooking for a while, and they haven't seen Father Ji come back for a long time, and there are crying and howling in the village.

The three of them suddenly had a lot of premonitions in their hearts, and Zhu Zhongyi, a hundred households, hurriedly asked: "Girl, has the land at home been sold?" ”

The pigtailed girl didn't answer Zhu Zhongyi, she ran away, and ran to the field with her calves upside down.

When I got to the ground, I saw my grandfather hanging himself from the old locust tree from a distance.

"Grandpa!"

Zhu Zhongyi and the three of them ran behind and ran into the field behind the village, and saw an extremely sad scene, where old people with tattered clothes hung from the old trees in the field.

When they came to the field of the Ji family, Hu Blind Man and Yang Bald Man shouted in pain, and their tears kept falling to the ground uncontrollably.

"Daddy Ji!"

"Daddy Ji!"

Zhu Zhongyi, one of the most fierce Qiu Ba in the Liaodong border army, sat down on the ground and looked sadly at the lonely corpse that fell on the tree.

Next to the corpse, there was a half-grown teenager sitting in a daze, sitting under the old locust tree, holding a cigarette pouch pole tightly in his hand.

At this time, Zhu Shun, who didn't find the second uncle in Ji's father's house, followed Xiaoqi to the field behind.

saw a shocking scene that he will never forget in his life.

In an open field.

A kind old man who has worked hard all his life should enjoy the joy of teasing his grandson at this age.

Now in order to save a bite to eat for the family, they are all hanged on trees.

Zhu Shun took a deep breath, grabbed the small flag that was about to run to his own land, and asked, "What is the current price of grain?" ”

Xiaoqi's father had already died in Liaodong, but there was still an old lady at home, who shook off Zhu Shun's palm, replied with a bucket of three coins and silver with chaff, and quickly ran away.

Zhu Shun pursed his lips tightly and walked back: "The price of chaff in the last years of Chongzhen is only a penny of silver. ”

"You are really worthy of the word Jin Shang, and you dare to sell it for three dollars of silver."

"Even if the price rises by a penny, I don't know how many poor people will be forced to die, you don't leave a way for the people to live, right?"

"Good, good."

Zhu Shun rode the little donkey, rode the little donkey as a war horse, and kept beating the little donkey with wicker to make it go quickly.

Back near the Yongding River, Zhu Shun did not go back, and went directly to the Song Weaving Factory.

Old lady Song happened to be here to check the accounts, and after checking the accounts, she went to the warehouse to look at their unique eight-foot wide cloth.

The Song's loom is simply a thing used by the gods, weaving cotton cloth of ordinary width is twenty times that of ordinary pedal looms, and weaving this eight-foot wide cloth can reach forty times.

A flying shuttle loom can spin 200 horses a month, and the Song Weaving Factory has a total of 700 shuttle looms, which is 140,000 horses a month.

Obediently, thinking of this number, Old Lady Song couldn't sleep, for fear that it was a dream.

Zhu Shun came to the Song Weaving Factory and went directly to find the old lady Song, and the first thing he said, the teacup in the old lady Song's hand almost didn't fall to the ground: "Old lady, do you want to save 500,000 victims." ”

Mrs. Song has been worrying about two things during this time, the shuttle loom has to be ranked behind, and the first thing is how to help more people.

Old lady Song held the teacup in his hand steadily, walked out of the warehouse, and laughed loudly: "I know that you kid has a lot of ideas, let's say, what do you want to do this time." ”

Zhu Shun had already planned this matter, and asked: "Old lady, how much silver is this eight-foot wide cloth going to sell for." ”

Although Mrs. Song has been out of officialdom all these years, his character of caring about the people's suffering has not changed at all. ”

"Of course, this is a normal year, and in a disaster year like this, the price of all kinds of things has skyrocketed, probably to two dollars a piece of silver."

"If you have a large wide cloth, it is roughly about five dollars and five cents of silver, and our eight-foot wide cloth is the only one, and it is not expensive to sell it for six dollars of silver, and the old man is ready to sell it for five dollars of silver."

With the output of the shuttle loom, if you sell it for a penny, you will earn more than 10,000 taels of silver a month.