More than ten years ago, Tang Yi started by relocating refugees, setting up tents, building earthen houses, never eating pork, and watching pigs run, and the old skills are still there. It's just that at that time, he was directing others to do the work, and now he has changed to doing it himself.

At the end of the day, my shoulders were red and swollen, and I had to put on a thick leather cushion, and two pairs of hands that were accustomed to holding brushes, and I wanted to control the spade draft, but I also paid a painful price, and more than a dozen blood blisters were ground out in my palms.

This thing is the most troublesome, if you don't pick it up, you can get to work, the pain is constant, and it can torture people to death. But if it is broken, the tender flesh inside will be exposed, and the shovel handle will be ground into a blur of flesh and blood, and a layer of blisters will appear, and it will have to be held several times in a row, until the calluses are thick enough, the skin is strong enough, and it can be tempered thousands of times before it can be handy.

The weather in late autumn was also cold, the water was cold and cold, and Tang Yi's pair of mille-feuille bottoms were soaked when they were with mud, cold and biting, and his two feet were like wood, and he lost consciousness.

He could only grit his teeth and hold on, because he only brought the accompanying clothes, there were not so many changes of clothes, and there were only two pairs of shoes, one pair to wear for work, and one pair to wear outside.

After three days of work, the two rooms where they lived were repaired, the walls were plugged up, and the roofs were covered with grass.

There is another important thing, the first two big and two small ones in the family are all clean, and they have lived in with themselves for three days, and they have not even taken a bath. Xiao Ping'an runs like crazy every day, and he can rub the mud balls off his body, and he shouts and itches when he is ordinary, his daughter-in-law and Liuying are happy, they don't care, but Tang Yi can't care less.

Taking advantage of noon, Tang Yi excused himself to go for a walk, found Yu Dayou's soldiers, and asked them to bring a big wooden barrel back.

After another busy afternoon, I converted one of the old houses into a bathroom, and built a wall of fire on three sides, so that the fire was burned from the outside, so that the smoke would not escape into the house.

Burn for half an hour, the inside will be as warm as spring, don't worry about freezing, in the afternoon, the wooden barrel was finally delivered, Tang Yi ran to pick up five loads of water and came back, filling several jars in the yard.

In the evening, starting from peace and ordinary, everyone was comfortable, took a bath, the dirt and sweat were swept away, and Liuying thoughtfully took the two children to have fun.

There were only two Tang Yi left in the bathroom, and Tang Yi was still a little embarrassed.

"Moon Shadow, I made it myself."

Wang Yueying glanced at him, "It's all old husbands and wives, what are you pretending to be!" ”

She pushed Tang Yi into the bathtub with her own hands, grabbed the towel, and helped Tang Yi wipe it. By the dim candlelight, I could see that my shoulders were red and swollen and tall, and when I raised my arms slightly, I grinned in pain.

Tang Yi endured the pain, but Wang Yueying's tears couldn't be controlled.

"Brother, you are such a particular person, why do you have to practice yourself!"

Tears rolled down my shoulders, some painful, some hot. Tang Yi stretched out his hand and grabbed his daughter-in-law's jade hand, both of them could feel each other's roughness, and in an instant, the two hearts were connected together, breathing together, sharing fate, husband and wife are one, it is so real, so palpable......

After a long time, Tang Yi sighed deeply, "Moon Shadow, I'm not on a whim, and I don't want to show it to anyone, of course, I don't deny that there is an element of acting." I want to truly experience the lives of the people, to know what the people at the bottom are thinking, and to find a way to change their fate. My father and I were also down, but it was a little far away, so far away that I almost forgot it. Tang Yi sighed and said: "Before going to a high position and taking power, I must relive the life at the bottom, and deeply understand the process in my heart, remember it firmly and never forget it." This is the most precious wealth of our family, how many years later, this folk trip, suffering experience, maybe will save our family's fate......"

Don't forget the original intention, don't forget the inconspicuous people like artemisia grass.

There are too many reformers in history who just don't understand the people's suffering, and rely on cold imagination to promote unrealistic strategies, Wang Mang, Wang Anshi, and Zhang Juzheng in history. Their failure was not accidental, it was detached from the soil in which it took root, and no matter how big the tree died, it was also in an instant. Tang Yi felt that not only himself, but also the people closest to him had to go through the lessons of ups and downs to make his heart really strong. To truly learn to think about problems from the perspective of the people is not to look at them like a glimpse, but to take deep roots, to experience, to operate, and to turn them into capabilities.

In the future, all I have to do is lose my head, and if I don't smelt myself, and the people around me, into pieces of steel, but I am delusional, it is better to wash and sleep, and save my family.

That night, Tang Yi and his daughter-in-law talked a lot, a lot, it seemed that since they got married, Tang Yi had said so much for the first time, Wang Yueying just listened silently, accompanied, no matter what Tang Yi said, she listened with a smile, Tang Yi was full of high morale, full of electric energy, full of vitality......

It took almost twenty days, and Tang Yi cleaned up the house before the snow fell. I cut some willow branches and planted them outside the courtyard to make an interesting fence, which is much more pleasing to the eye than the tall brick and stone courtyard walls of the capital.

The wide yard has become a playground for peace and ordinary, and every morning, Ping An skillfully climbs on the back of a stupid child, shouts around the village, and runs around.

Within a few days, it attracted a large group of children in the village, the world of children is often simple, Ping An is not like the clean words, and the satin clothes on the body, there is nothing special, not all two eyes and one mouth.

I don't know when they started, they got together, went down to the river to catch loaches together, climbed the big tree to dig out the bird's nest, and the children also regarded the stupid child as a toy, climbed up and down on its back, stretched out their little hands, and helped the stupid child tickle, at this time the stupid child will lie down comfortably, enjoy the hay that the children send to his mouth, like the old lady, full of enjoyment.

In a blink of an eye, Tang Yi arrived at the small station for almost a month, and the family gradually adapted to life, Liuying put aside the pipa and guqin, and became a nanny wholeheartedly, taking care of the two children, and washing their clothes every day. Since there is not enough change of clothes, they must be washed as they are changed, and they must be burned on the kang mat before they can be put on clean clothes the next day.

Wang Yueying couldn't stand it, she took out a white jade hairpin, and asked Yu Dayou's soldiers to buy a loom, when she was at home, she would also weave cloth, and before the year, she would add a few new clothes to her husband and two leather monkeys.

The two women, forgetting their former identities and their past lives, began to care about trivial lives, firewood, rice, oil, salt, food, clothing, housing and transportation, and tried to make life a little better for the family of five.

Tang Yi is not idle, he feels that he should earn some money, with income and income, life can be considered on the right track, otherwise relying on sneaking pawn things and relying on Yu Dayou's help, what is it!

Tang Yi pondered for a long time, he found a table from home, set up the four treasures of the study, and pasted the words "writing letters" under a poplar tree at the door of the house.

Back then, my father did it in order to support himself, and now he has picked it up again, the people of the Tang family are really genetic!

No one dared to come on the first day, those adults were not like children, they instinctively felt that the family that lived in the land temple was not ordinary, the two hostesses were as beautiful as fairies, and the male owner was all over the body, and he was even more extraordinary, even if it was ten miles and eight towns, the most famous landlord, compared with others, it was simply the stars of the world and the clods of soil on the ground.

On the second day, Tang Yi waited for a morning, the sky was thick with clouds, flakes of snow were falling, and the first snow in winter was much earlier than in previous years.

Tang Yi looked up at the sky and let the snowflakes fall on his face and slowly melt.

The legendary period of the Xiaoice River is coming, and the days to come will be colder and colder, in the north of the empire, floods and droughts are continuous, displaced people are everywhere, beyond the Great Wall, more far north, barbarians who can't survive will sharpen their heads and continue to go south.

Perhaps the Confucian cycle of days also exists, but it is not the Jade Emperor Buddha who makes the decision, but the climate cycle.

Tang Yi thought that no one would come to write a letter, he was going back, but he didn't expect that an old woman came, and she was carrying a hen.

She was very timid, took two steps forward, took half a step back, peeked at Tang Yi, and hurriedly lowered her head.

"But you want to write a letter?"

Tang Yi asked softly, and the old lady seemed to have mustered up her courage and walked in front of Tang Yi.

She whispered that five years ago, she went to Tianjin as an apprentice, and she was smart and clever, and the owner liked it very much. Speaking of this, the old lady's back straightened up, and she said tirelessly, the owner promoted her son to be the shopkeeper, and she wanted to marry her daughter to him. Her son is promising, amazing, he is busy with big things every day, and he has not had time to go home for three years, she is not in a hurry, she is not in a hurry at all, let her son do things well, marry quickly, have children, and she will hold her grandson......

As the old lady spoke, Tang Yi's pen walked like a dragon and snake, and a neat little block flowed out of the pen, almost a dozen pieces of paper were written, and the old lady exclaimed and hurriedly stopped Tang Yi.

"Well, it's going to be expensive, right?"

"It's okay, the first one, it's a gift." Tang Yi smiled gently.

"That's embarrassing!" The old lady inquired, three pages of letter paper cost a penny of silver, people take the trouble to write so much, don't you want one or two or eight dollars?

"Sir, the old woman only has this chicken at home, is it enough?"

Tang Yi looked at it, the fat hen was two or three catties, "Enough, send another envelope." ”

After writing the address and handing it over to the old lady, she thanked her for her kindness and rejoiced, and hurried to find someone to deliver a letter to her son.

On the dinner table of the Tang family, there was an extra nutritious chicken soup.

With the first, there is the second, the third, the fourth...... In three or five days, Tang Yi wrote almost ten letters, earned three hundred copper coins, two pieces of bacon, a chicken, and a fish, and after deducting the money from pen and ink, there were only one hundred and fifty tongzi left.

It seems a little pitiful, it seems that you have to find a more lucrative job to support your family. (To be continued.) )