Zhao Yunrang felt that he was very unlucky, really!

It's just a matter of crossing over to a stupid prince, at least he is still a high-level member of society.

But he won a restaurant with his ability, but he was assigned to Zhuangzi dozens of miles away from Bianjing City, what is going on?

However, Master Confucius said well, if you come, you will be safe, at least, you must live a true self.

This Zhuangzi is obviously also the property of the palace, Zhao Yunrang probably checked the registration book, and found that the field products and materials were almost messy.

The only thing that is clear is the people.

Males, women and children, the number is clearly registered and unambiguous.

Nothing else, nothing!

Zhao Yunrang dragged his scattered body and worked hard before he got out of bed, which was also the sequelae of yesterday's journey.

If it weren't for his personal experience, Zhao Yunrang really couldn't have imagined that the road of this great Song Dynasty would be so bad.

At the beginning, although the post road was a little bumpy, it was quite bearable.

When he got off the post road and turned to Zhuangzi, Zhao Yunrang knew that the word "Gaodian" highway had a origin.

While complaining about the road, while complaining about the car of the palace, the dignified palace, actually got a donkey cart, is he so unpopular?

As for Zhuangzi, it didn't make Zhao Yunrang feel the breath of paradise at all.

Broken walls and crumbling grass, if it weren't for the frequent emergence of one or two small heads that were quickly pushed back by a large rough hand, Zhao Yunrang almost thought that he had come to the village where he had survived the war.

The yard is very large, although it is a little dilapidated, it can be seen that it was also a big family in the village, but other villagers' houses are not good.

The food served is average, pig food!

Lie down to sleep in a big bed, a wooden plank!

What's going on?

Zhao Yunrang almost burst into tears.

But the little six sons who never gave up told the truth: this Zhuangzi is the most remote place in the palace Zhuangzi, and the villagers can't even eat enough on weekdays, not to mention what conditions are being emphasized!

Zhao Yunrang lowered his head and pondered for a while, and suddenly smiled: This can be regarded as a test of God, chewing the root of the vegetable can be done!

Today, let's take a look at the heaven and earth of the Great Song Dynasty, what are the five good young people in the new era.

"Go, gather all the people in the village, I want to have a meeting!"

Xiao Liuzi hesitated, Zhao Yun was shocked, and kicked Xiao Liuzi's buttocks: "It's a lecture, go quickly!" ”

After a while, the old bell at the head of the village rang.

This scene, how can it not be reminiscent of the scene in the tunnel war!

Zhao Yunrang came to a vacant lot at the head of the village under the guidance of Xiao Liuzi and Zhuang Tou.

There were some firewood and grass scattered in the clearing, Zhao Yunrang boarded a bluestone mill, looked around, and suddenly turned into ice water with enthusiasm.

There were about a dozen people who came, all with yellow faces and thin muscles, and their expressions were sluggish.

This look is very familiar to Zhao Yunrang, when he was supporting poverty alleviation, the villagers who had been poor for half their lives were like this.

"Zhao Fugui—"

With a suffocation, Zhuang head Zhao Fugui came over with his sleeves: "Young master, what are you asking me to do?" ”

This is Zhao Yunrang specially asked Xiao Liuzi to confess, the identity of this little prince, can it not be exposed or hidden, this title is too depressing. "How much grain is left in the farm?"

Zhao Fugui was stunned: "There are still two or three hundred catties——"

"Take it all - no, you don't need to take it, let the people in the village press the head, half a catty per family, and distribute food!"

Zhao Fugui looked embarrassed: "But——"

Zhao Yunrang stomped his foot suddenly: "Fa-"

He was afraid that if he didn't vent it again, he wouldn't be able to control his tears.

Peasants have always been at the bottom of society.

Zhao Fugui hurriedly announced the news to the villagers.

Zhuangzi boiled in an instant, and the people of Zhuangzi came to Zhao Yunrang's place to get food with their families.

Some hold pockets, some hold clay pots, and some have nothing, so they simply use the placket to carry it, and the hole in the placket is already tightly grasped by the children of the family with a pair of small hands, and they dare not let go for a moment.

Zhao Fugui looked at the villagers who were full of joy and sorrow lining up to get food, and muttered: "Little prince, this is the only grain stored in the Zhuangzi, this is all distributed, what do you eat?" ”

Zhao Yunrang raised his eyebrows: "Zhuangzi is only so much food?" How do you deserve to be the head of the village? ”

Zhao Fugui was so frightened that he knelt down directly: "The little prince is angry, the little prince is angry, you can't blame me, our village has a lot of land, but the land is poor, so the grain harvest is also small, and if you hand over some to the house every year, the whole village will have to starve for the winter!" ”

It turned out to be like this: "Okay, get up, it's no wonder that you say this - has the food delivered to the government this year been delivered?" ”

"Not yet, but it's been collected and is ready to be shipped!"

Zhao Yun was overjoyed: "That's right, since I'm here, this grain doesn't have to be handed over to the house, come, each household will send five catties first!" Naturally, the villagers were very grateful, received food, and smoke rose from every house.

Zhao Yunrang looked at the curling smoke and nodded, this is a pastoral appearance.

On a whim, he wanted to visit the villagers' homes.

Zhao Fugui tried to stop him, but he didn't stop him, so he had to follow behind him with Xiao Liuzi left and right, and walked towards the village.

In the third house in the west of the village, there was a bare-bottomed child at the door looking out of the door, and when he saw someone coming, he ran in with a snort.

The smoke in the hall suddenly sounded shouting and scolding: "You little rabbit cub, kick all the firewood away, see if I don't beat you, cough cough!" ”

Zhao Fugui shouted loudly: "Old Li Tou, don't beat your little cub, the little master is here!" ”

Zhao Yunrang turned his head and glared, what words!

I heard a mess in the house, I don't know what to do, and after a long time, a middle-aged man with a sad face walked out.

Seeing Zhao Yunrang, the man was about to lie on the ground and kowtow, but Zhao Yunrang pulled it up: "Uncle Li, you're welcome!" ”

A sentence of Uncle Li, not only did Lao Li Tou stare at him and didn't dare to respond, but Zhao Fugui and Xiao Liuzi on the side were also dumbfounded.

Zhao Yunrang didn't care, he didn't have the idea of being a bully, otherwise today's food would not have been distributed.

Besides, being a high-ranking little prince on such a Zhuangzi has a hairy meaning!

"Let's go, let's see what you've cooked!"

So saying, he went into the hall.

Lao Li obviously wanted to stop him, but he didn't dare, so he had to follow behind with his fists clenched.

As soon as Zhao Yunrang entered the house, he was choked with tears by the smoke that filled the roof: "Ahem, ahem, Uncle Li, are you cooking or setting fire?" ”

Lao Li Tou was a little embarrassed: "Chai He is wet, it's not good to burn, cough cough!" ”

Listening to Lao Li Tou's insincere words, looking at the scattered firewood and grass on the ground and the stove made of adobe, Zhao Yunrang smiled: "This is not the problem of firewood, it is your stove that is not good, just this stove, waste firewood, not to mention, even the kang can't be hot, I'll take a look!" ”

As he spoke, he was about to go into the house.

Lao Li was at a loss, he wanted to stop but didn't dare, so he was so anxious that he stomped his feet.

But the bare-chested little kid jumped out at once and stretched out his hands: "Stop, don't enter!" ”

Zhao Yunrang didn't care, although his current identity is the little prince, he is still the modern soul in his bones.

"Why, I'm not welcome? I'll go in and see if the kang is hot? ”

"No, you just can't enter!" The little kid insisted.

Zhao Yunrang was a little puzzled, could it be that there was anything unsightly in this house?

Zhao Fugui on the side hurriedly came over and said a few words in Zhao Yunrang's ear.

Zhao Yunrang realized that he dared to love Lao Li Tou and a teenage girl, but his family was too poor and poorly dressed.

The chaos just now was probably because I heard that Zhao Yunrang was going to enter the house, so the girl ran to the back room and the cat was on the kang.

Zhao Yunrang blushed, this matter is troublesome, and there is a reason why people are "forbidden to enter"!

"That-Uncle Li, you should know your own stove?"

Zhao Fugui muttered a few more words in his ear.

Zhao Yunrang was depressed, daring to love that this old Li Tou was still the only mason in the village.

In other words, the stove in the whole village, except for the fools, is from him.

complained that life was like this, Zhao Yunrang secretly complained, just this craft, it is really ruining his reputation!

The reason why Zhao Yunrang pays so much attention to the stove is because he once had the experience of building a farmhouse.

So there's been research on these related things.

For example, if you take a stove, a stove that burns well not only saves firewood and grass, but also heats up quickly and cools slowly with a fire.

From a farmhouse perspective, that's all about the cost.

The current situation is the same, there is no natural gas in this era, whether it is so-called oil or coal, it is far from being popularized in such a Zhuangzi.

Therefore, a good stove is almost the best way to save manpower and material resources.

Zhao Yunrang has thought about it since he slept on the kang all night yesterday, and he must turn this Zhuangzi into a new countryside in the Northern Song Dynasty.

But the question is, how to tell a "professional" person like Lao Li Tou about the knowledge he has mastered?

Zhao Yunrang didn't think that Lao Li Tou could understand the knowledge of combustion and thermodynamics, although he knew some, but if he let himself and the mud stove, it was estimated that he would not be able to play.

What should I do if I have an idea full of ideas but can't realize them?