Zhu Shun stood on the stone bridge and saw that the door of his house was full of ordinary people wearing tattered cotton jackets, and there was a large area of Wuyang, feeling like the Jurchen Tartars were attacking the capital and draining the water on the periphery of the city.

I don't know who shouted, Zhu Dashan stood on the stone bridge, and the people crowded together all ran over.

Zhu Shun didn't understand what these ordinary people were going to do, so he subconsciously touched the Migne pistol in the holster, no matter what happened, saving his life first.

Just as Zhu Shun was about to take out a Migne pistol, an old man with a crutch walked out of the crowd, although the old man's clothes were also tattered, but his prestige among this group of ordinary people was obviously very high.

The old man was very old, and he walked tremblingly, more than a hundred steps, and walked nearly a cup of tea.

Coming to the edge of the stone bridge, Zhu Shun's next move made Zhu Shun's heart tremble, and he knelt on the ground: "In this year of great disaster, if Mr. didn't ask for a large amount of grain from King Fu and Jin Shang, our family would definitely die this winter." ”

"We poor people, we don't have anything of value in our hands to repay Mr., so we can only kowtow to Mr. here."

The white-haired old man may have said this passage because he was too excited, but Zhu Shun understood the meaning of these words.

These people are all disaster victims, and they came here to thank themselves for giving their family a way to live.

Zhu Shun hurriedly walked over and helped the white-haired old man kneeling in the snow: "Old lady, hurry up, if you kowtow to me, you will definitely lose your life." ”

The white-haired old man did not have Zhu Shun's strength, and was forcibly helped up by Zhu Shun, and at the moment when the white-haired old man was struggling and kneeling down again, the sound of 'bang', 'bang' and 'bang' sounded on the empty plain.

Zhu Shun looked up and saw a scene that shocked him extremely much.

The victims of the disaster in Huangcun were all kneeling on the ground, and the elderly, children, women, and men began to kowtow, earnestly and sincerely.

Looking at the frozen red, but extremely sincere face, Zhu Shun had an indescribable taste in his heart.

It feels so good to be appreciated and loved.

After all the victims had kowtowed three times, the white-haired old man walked back tremblingly: "Everyone, go back quickly, so as not to cause trouble to Mr. Zhu here." ”

Zhu Shun stood on the edge of the stone bridge, looking at the poor people who left like a low tide, and knew in his heart that it was because he was causing trouble, because he was afraid that he would give them something again.

It is already difficult to repay the great kindness of life, and giving them something will make these people even more uneasy.

Zhu Shun pushed open the wooden door and walked in, his father and two uncles sat in the main hall drinking, and his mother and two aunts were busy in the stove room, and Zhang Luo was cooking dinner.

Zhu Shun looked at the steaming white stove room, the mother and aunt wearing Songjiang purple cloth cotton jackets, and the mood was better, and the life at home was getting better and better.

Pushing open the wooden door of the main hall, the three elders saw Zhu Shun walk in, and the three old faces all smiled.

"My son is back, hurry up and pour wine for your second and third uncles."

"Hehe, third uncle, I also tasted the wine poured by the court officials today."

Second Uncle Zhu Zhongyi didn't speak, grinned, and raised the empty wine bowl in his hand.

Zhu Shun picked up the wine urn and poured a bowl for the father, second uncle and third uncle in turn, and the three elders tasted it in small sips.

On this occasion, Zhu Shun, as a junior, is not qualified to toast the elders in the family, even if he is the head of the court, he can only serve wine, or drink himself.

Zhu Shun poured himself a cup and was about to warm himself up, but he heard the familiar 'bang' and 'bang' coming from outside the courtyard.

After drinking the wine in the wine bowl, Zhu Shou, the owner of the factory, couldn't help muttering: "I don't know what's going on, from the beginning of the twentieth year of the Lunar New Year, there are often disaster victims kowtowing to our yard outside our house." ”

"It is estimated that Shun'er has changed from a common man to a court official, and Shun'er has been treated as a literary and opera star......."

Before he finished speaking, Zhu Zhongyi, who was silent, pressed his shoulder and signaled him not to speak.

Zhu Shun put down the wine bowl and walked out, standing in the courtyard with snowflakes fluttering, looking out of the low earthen wall.

Poor people kept coming over in silence and kowtowing solemnly three times towards the courtyard of the Zhu family.

Come silently, leave silently.

Batch after batch, endlessly.

Zhu Shun stood in the snowy courtyard, silent.

This winter.

There was more than just the sound of snow falling.