Song Shuyun originally wanted to repair it casually, but she invited the villagers to come over and see it, saying that the adobe of her house was crispy, and the pillar base was also rotten, and the snow would collapse if it was bigger, and it would cost a lot of money to repair it, so it would be better to build a new one next year.

She sighed softly after sending people away, she can't wait for the spring of next year to build a house, what's the point of building it at that time, how can she live here for a lifetime!

Since you want to cover it, it must be built now!

Song Shuyun called the child over and said that she was going to build a house.

Da Lang and Erlang were very hesitant.

The adobe used to build the house is laid at the beginning of spring, and it is started to be built after planting, but now the temperature is not enough, and the adobe is difficult to dry, and the adobe that does not dry is not strong!

Of course Song Shuyun knows this, what she wants to build is not such a house, all she needs is warmth this winter!

She told a few children about her thoughts, and the three children listened to the exclamation mark, and they had never heard of a house built like this!

Song Shuyun was already deeply touched by their receptivity, and was reluctant to explain more, so she directly arranged the work.

At home, Jiro and Baozhu knead the wheat stalks and reeds into straw ropes as thick as a baby's arm.

Song Shuyun and Da Lang took a two-wheeled cart to the mountain to cut down a few trees.

When Da Lang was there, Song Shuyun would not take out his long knife, and the speed of the two of them was not fast.

It's just an axe back and forth.

When Dalang is resting, he will dig some wild vegetables and pick some wild fruits.

When Song Shuyun was resting, he would catch two rabbits, take out his unfinished hand crossbow parts, and polish them several times.

The two of them chopped for several days, and finally scraped together enough wood for Song Shuyun to need.

And the children in the family also rubbed out a bunch of straw ropes from the boss.

Baozhu doesn't like to practice martial arts, as long as she is not allowed to practice martial arts, she is happy to let her do whatever she does.

Every morning when I get up to fight boxing and practice swords, I have to be forced by Song Shuyun to complete it.

Song Shuyun finally felt the pressure of tutoring her children's homework here!

But this time the wood was enough, and the hard days of the orb came again.

Song Shuyun measured alone, pushed the stone grinder to ram the ground, and buried the pillar with a stone alone.

In order to quickly erect a house, the load of the house cannot rely on adobe, but only on pillars.

So each house needs twelve load-bearing columns, four of which have thicker corners, and four load-bearing columns on each wall.

The tenon was made on the load-bearing column, and four main mounds were used, and the mao was cut out according to the distance.

When going up, Song Shuyun was a little difficult to go up alone, so she beckoned a few children to help her go up.

Got on the lump. Wooden nails were added with spacers to support the five beams.

The prototype of a wooden house was revealed.

At this time, the straw rope prepared earlier was neatly wrapped around the pillar.

The straw rope was wound quickly, and Song Shuyun took a wooden stick and a wooden wedge to fix the straw rope.

Then he began to carry water and mud.

Add wheat straw to make the wall stronger!

In the morning, she plastered the wall with a thick layer, and in the afternoon, she lit a fire inside to roast the freshly plastered wall, so that the three children watched to keep the fire from burning to the beams of the house, and she went to the mountains to chop wood, and catch rabbits and pheasants by the way.

Her space is basically filled with firewood!

On this day, she was preparing to go out to chop wood.

Suddenly, I heard the sound of a gong of 'Dang Dang Dang'.

The sound was so rapid that the gong runners rang around the village several times.

Song Shuyun didn't know why, and was still a little stunned, but the expressions on the faces of several children changed.

Song Shuyun hurriedly beckoned Da Lang to go out with her, and routinely instructed Baozhu and Erlang to take care of the house.

In fact, Baozhu doesn't need to be instructed at all, whoever asks her to leave her jerky is her enemy!

The two of them went out the door, thinking about the drying field and walked over.

It is like a village square, and if the village chief is alive and the patriarch needs to explain any major or minor affairs, he will ring the gong and call the villagers over.

There were already a lot of people gathered on the drying ground, all of them looking in one direction with apprehensive faces.

There were a few tax collectors, more than twenty officers and soldiers, followed by a dozen ox carts.

The village chief and a middle-aged man named Zhang Laojiu in the village nodded and followed these people.

The tax collector at the head was a young man, only about twenty years old, with a white face and a thin skeleton, and at first glance he was a weak scholar who could not lift his hands and shoulders.

But Song Shuyun didn't underestimate him, because there were several middle-aged men with well-proportioned skeletons and tall postures standing behind him, and the positions between them had an indescribable echo, although they stood behind the tax officer, they were faintly centered on him, no matter where they attacked this person, they would be quickly intercepted by these people.

From Song Shuyun's point of view, these people must be good hands in the army.

At this time, the tax collector in charge seemed to be in a hurry, and he looked a little impatient, urging the village chief.

There was also a tax collector with a booklet next to him, who was making sure of something with Zhang Laojiu.

Soon, people from house to house in the village were coming!

The tax official at the head first said something, saying nothing more than where there was a riot, how miserable the people there were, and now everyone's stability is due to the efforts made by the imperial court, so this year's tax will be more.

After speaking, he motioned to the tax collector holding the booklet and began to announce this year's taxes.

The originally quiet crowd suddenly became noisy when they heard the tax figures, and the tax collector headed by him was a little angry when he saw this, and his face immediately turned ugly.

Seeing this, the village chief hurriedly shouted: "Don't make any noise, listen to what Master Chen has to say!"

"Don't argue, don't argue!"

The officers and soldiers on one side also surrounded the villagers.

"What a noise! If you can't hear your family's taxes for a while, you will lose your life if you lose a grain of grain!"

As soon as they heard this, the villagers who were still dissatisfied just now all turned into quails.

The tax collector, who was called Lord Chen by the village chief, waited for the crowd to calm down, and then gave the tax collector who was holding the booklet a look.

When the man saw this, he hurriedly continued reading.

When he finished reading, the villagers standing on the field were like mourners.

Song Shuyun's face did not change, after all, she only needs to take her three children to survive until the beginning of spring next year.

Her family's eleven acres of land had a total of about 3,500 catties of grain, about 280 buckets.

The taxes here are counted according to 'Hu', one Hu is ten buckets, and her family needs to pay twenty Hu's taxes!

Zhangzhuang was one of the wealthier villages in this era, after all, the land here was its own, and even then, the tax was as high as more than seventy percent.

Think about what kind of life those who don't have land live!

And that's just the autumn tax!

There are already people in the village crying!

There were also two older ones, who fainted on the spot when they heard such taxes, and some were quickly woken up by the people next to them.

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