Zhao Hong's house is located in the east of the village, and the location is also good, and he finally moved out of the slum in the west of the village. However, this statement is also to think about it in my heart, in the propaganda and education on the surface, there must be no rich areas and slums in Baoji Village. Just like Qin Tingchang and Wang Laohan, they are all serving the people of Baoji Village. In particular, Qin Pavilion Chief is not only the master of Baoji Village like Wang Laohan, but also the public servant of the people of Baoji Village, so Qin Pavilion Chief and Wang Laohan are only different in the division of labor, and there is no difference between each other.

The newly built house is naturally not a reinforced concrete building common in Zhao Hong's previous life, nor is it a brick house, but a common earthen house in this era, and it is a thatched house with a more unpleasant name. There is also a fenced yard around the thatched house.

After all, in the previous life, Zhao Hong's family lived in a high-rise building, and this kind of villa-type house was unimaginable. Having a house like this means holding a golden doll. In previous lives, this kind of villa in the city was usually turned into a skyscraper by the owner, and it could usually be rented to others to earn rent. If it is demolished, it will mean making a fortune, but it can get a lot of compensation, at least it can reach the ratio of 1 to 1.2.

Having a villa like this means having food and clothing for a lifetime. In Zhengzhou, Zhao Hong's previous life, there was a villager who lived in an urban village. With the help of a small construction team in the village, the villager managed to turn his villa into a 13-story skyscraper. The fact that a 13-story skyscraper without a foundation can rise from the ground shows that the Chinese people are still very capable of creating miracles. Whether others believe it or not, Zhao Hong believes it anyway.

But what was very sad was that a gust of wind blew, and the skyscraper was blown down by a whole floor, and the falling house also flattened two passers-by. Thinking of this, Zhao Hong couldn't help but wake up from the landlord's sweet dream, shook his head, it seems that it really confirms the old saying: Saion loses his horse, and he knows whether he is blessed or not.

The entire courtyard of Zhao Hong's new house is not very large, and this is not a slum at the west end of the village after all. Land is a little tight, just like Zhao Hong's previous life, the general urban real estate development, the east is often extremely hot, and the west of the city is often very deserted.

Take Zhao Hong's original hometown of Zhengzhou as an example, when Zhao Hong was a child, Zhengzhou also had a new development zone outside the West Ring Road and built a lot of exquisite villas. There are many sculptures with a strong sense of art in front of the villa, and Zhao Hong is most impressed by a sculpture adapted from ancient Roman mythology. Under a lactating she-wolf, two small children knelt on the ground, holding the she-wolf's natural feeding bottle in both hands. The other, slightly older child hunched over the she-wolf, two babies sucking greedily under the she-wolf.

But these gorgeous villas are not sold at all, and they have always been uninhabited. A few years later, when Zhao Hong went to see them again, the colorful paint on these villas had fallen off, and they had become big faces, and through the closed windows, it could be seen that there were no living utensils in the empty inside.

In stark contrast, the new area in the east of Jeongju has been sold off at auction when there is still more than two meters of corn growing on it, and it is extremely hot. By the year 2564 of the Confucian calendar, the price of one square meter in the eastern district was more than three times that of the western district.

Zhao Hong has been to Beijing with his parents after the end of the recruitment, and the capital of the great motherland has a similar situation.

Zhao Hong feels that whether it is an ancient or a modern person, in the final analysis, there are still traces of primitive nature worship similar to shamanism in their hearts. It's just that people are often unaware of it.

The eastern part of the city tends to be a wealthy area, and the reason for this is the subconscious worship of the sun. The sun rises in the east and sets in the west is actually a natural law, people bring their likes and dislikes into it, and those who love the house and Wu like the east when the sun rises, so there is an idiom of purple rising in the east since ancient times, and purple is a symbol of dignity. "Shangxitian" is well known to be an unlucky word.

Baoji Village is naturally no exception, the pavilion chief, the pavilion father all live in the east of the village, even if Zhao Hong can build a shack here, it is a manifestation of political status in itself, what is not satisfied?

Good houses in this era, such as palaces, were actually made of wood. In the end, China's exquisite architecture suffers from this aspect, too many cultural heritage has been burned in the war, even if there has been no fire for hundreds of years, it is difficult to preserve it due to other aspects such as insects, and when the ancient buildings are excavated by archaeology, only the foundation remains. Relatively speaking, the volcanic ash architecture in the West has been stained with great light in this aspect, whether it is the Parthenon in Greece or the gladiatorial arena in ancient Rome, which are relatively well preserved, and can be used to promote the achievements of their civilization to future generations.

Sitting under the roof of the house composed of layers of thatched grass stacked on top of each other, Zhao Hong greedily smelled the refreshing fragrance. After all, renting someone else's house is always a bit awkward, and the days under the fence are not so free after all. As the saying goes, the golden nest and the silver nest are not as good as their own grass nest, so that they will be much freer after having their own house. Under such circumstances, Zhao Hong even had a little confidence to propose to the Qin family.

Like people who had just bought a new house in his previous life, Zhao Hong wanted to decorate his new house properly, but then found that there was actually nothing to decorate in this era. In this era, most buildings are completed at the same time, and there is no problem of decoration at all, so there is no need to worry about the harm of formaldehyde.

Facing the empty yard, Zhao Hong dug a few pits in the yard and put a few willow branches into it.

"This is really an era of light decoration and heavy decoration! This is more in line with the surrealist concept of my previous life," Zhao Hong, who was struggling to fill the pit with a wooden shovel, couldn't help but sigh.

On July 1, Zhao Hong, who was busy with decoration, carried farm tools out of Baoji Village and set off westward humming a small song. Walking on the field road, Zhao Hong discovered that many acres of crops had been trampled in the last war. The millet seedlings planted after the wheat harvest and had grown more than an inch tall were trampled back to their prototypes. However, no one has the desire to replant, and it is already the autumn season, and the harvest is estimated to have not been sown as much.

Fortunately, the wasteland reclaimed by Zhao Hong had only just been planted last month, and even the seedlings were still very short, and the wasteland reclaimed by Zhao Hong was relatively far away from Baoji Village, so the loss was very small due to these two reasons. The ash of the plants and trees burned is also a good fertilizer, so the millet seedlings sown on the wasteland grow particularly happily. Looking at the thriving crops, Zhao Hong's heart was full of joy, sitting on the field and dreaming of his wife and children hot kang heads.

On the fifth day of July, Meng Qiu's rain fell all over the sky like a scoop, forming a curtain of water, making people a little unable to see the distant scenery clearly. Zhao Hong also hid in the newly built thatched house, greedily sucking in the fresh air in the rain. After all, it's impossible to work in the fields on a rainy day, and getting caught a cold in this era is not a joke, and it is likely to kill yourself. Others are all dominant, doing earth-shattering feats, but I am hiding in the hut to avoid the rain, Zhao Hong looks depressed.

Immediately, Zhao Hong was also a little relieved, the famous poet saint Du Fu, even with the funding of the big warlord Yan Wu in the background, didn't he also enjoy such VIP treatment, and sang the famous poem "The Song of the Thatched House Broken by the Autumn Wind" in the autumn rain.

The thought of being able to enjoy the same treatment as Shisheng made Zhao Hong's heart a little fluttering, this kind of VIP treatment always has to pay a certain price in his previous life, such as the novel he was reading suddenly put on the shelves.

Zhao Hong, who was intoxicated by his free participation in the Autumn Wind Thatched House Club, became serious after a while. As the saying goes, people have no long-term worries, and there must be near-term worries, Zhao Hong can't help but start worrying about the future of Baoji Village. The casualties were so heavy that nearly one-third of the militia self-defense forces in Baoji Village were lost, which greatly reduced the ability of Baoji Village to resist the invasion.

It is already July of the sixth year of Zhongping, and the emperor of the Eastern Han Dynasty has already gone to the Buddha to report more than two months ago. Zhao Hong, who often watched "Romance of the Three Kingdoms" in his previous life, knew that the capital of the empire would soon become a pot of porridge with the death of the emperor. The dog-eat-dog of the foreign relatives He Jin faction and the eunuchs created the emptiness of the central power, and created an opportunity for the local powerful factions who had been watching from the sidelines for a long time. The prestige of the central power has been greatly lost in this series of events. Local powerful factions began to fight each other for power and profit, and people no longer had the unique life of the countrymen, and became as mercenary as in the Warring States Period, and China returned to the era of respecting strength.

Such a scenario will inevitably lead to more frequent wars in the future, and Baoji Village is like a small boat sailing in the wind and waves. This little wind and waves have almost turned it upside down. If when the storm and waves come, how can Baoji Village deal with itself?