Feng Hanzhao suppressed his smile: "I'm not laughing at you, I think it's funny." Go back and you teach me some simplified characters. ”

Zhen Zhen said: "I can teach you now, for example, the word phoenix, the simplified character is not a bird word, but another word."

Feng Hanzhao asked in surprise: "Really?" Only four paintings? After that, it will not be so difficult for our children to learn some names. I'll also tell you a secret, when I was a child, when Hanchen and I learned to write names, we both cried. ”

Zhen Zhen blushed with the words "our child", pinched the horse's belly, and urged it to run quickly.

Soon, a wooden plaque appeared in front of me, with three neat characters of "Zhuxi Village" written on it. The guard waited under this wooden plaque and said to Feng Hanzhao: "Son, there is no Zhuxi Village here, it should be the name given by the people who reclaimed the wasteland."

Zhen Zhen asked, "How do you know?"

The guard replied, "Miss Huiyu, the little one is from Jiangyuan County. I know a little about the distribution of ten miles and eight townships in this county. ”

Zhen Zhen asked again: "Are you familiar with the people in these villages?"

The guard said: "Miss, the small family does not farm, it is in the bamboo business in the county seat, although there are a few relatives who are farming, but the small one is really not familiar with farming."

Zhen Zhen asked again: "Then if there is something in the village, will I send you down?"

The guard said: "Unless it is a homicide, the disputes in the township can be resolved by the chief and the lizheng, and the county government will not be found."

The two chatted for a few words, Feng Qi also arrived, and the four of them left together again.

Zhen Zhen asked, "Shall we still ask someone casually?"

Feng Hanzhao said: "Let's find a place where they live first." It is estimated that they will not live too far from each other, and the house will not be too good. ”

Riding forward, around a bamboo forest, there is a path that is not wide. Along the path, I found a small village, with about a dozen various bamboo huts and turf houses.

Feng Hanzhao gestured to Feng Qi, Feng Qi got off his horse and walked to the nearest grass house, stood at the door, and asked inside: "Is there anyone?"

An old woman walked out: "Who are you looking for?" He was also carrying a one-year-old child on his back.

Feng Qi said: "Old man, we are merchants in the county, and we have come to collect mountain goods. Fair price. ”

When the old man heard that he could sell it for money, he showed a smile: "Do you want dried bamboo shoots?" Freshly sunburned. ”

Feng Qi hurriedly said, "I want it." Yes. ”

Feng Hanzhao dismounted and coughed, signaling that he was too anxious. The guard was still quick to comprehend from childhood, and immediately added: "We have to see how your goods are."

The old woman took out a bamboo basket of dried bamboo shoots: "By the way, pick it."

Feng Qi looked at the goods, but he didn't know the goods, and he wanted to pick a thorn, but he only said three words: "You bamboo shoot ......" He didn't know whether it was good or not.

The guard said, "Not dry enough."

The old woman said: "This year's rain is good, and there are many bamboo shoots, so this can be left until now." If you come later, you'll be done. I can't buy it if I want to. ”

"Listening to your accent, it's not like a Jiangyuan person." The guard said.

The guards and Feng Qi bargained with the old woman while chatting and asked about the situation. The old man, his son, daughter-in-law and grandson came here last year to reclaim the wasteland, and their original home is Yunzhou in the south. Due to the flood in his hometown, the earthen house was flooded and collapsed, so he fled to the vicinity of the capital. I also heard that Jiang Yuan was recruiting people to reclaim the famine, and he also distributed relief food, so he followed. More than half of the dozen or so households here are victims of the disaster. Today, my son and daughter-in-law have gone to work in the fields. This year's crop is growing very well, and we are looking forward to a good year.

They took more than half of the dried bamboo shoots and paid a few pennies, and the old woman almost kowtowed after a thousand thanks.

Before she reached the second house, the woman who heard the movement next door also took out her own dried bamboo shoots, and Feng Qi was in charge of most of it.

When they reached the third house, all the other families came out with their own mountain goods, bamboo shoots were the main ones, as well as mushrooms, snake wine, and squirrel skin......

Feng Qi was the one who followed Feng Hanzhao out many times, and he was well prepared and took out several furoshiki. Because the comers did not refuse, soon the mountain goods were hung up in the saddles of him and the guards.

After buying the goods and collecting the money, the villagers' chatterbox was opened.

Chapter 242: Go back and settle accounts

The laborers of the village have gone out to work, leaving only the elderly, young children, and women with children. At this moment, Zhen Zhen realized the importance of men in an agrarian society.

"Don't just stand, you're tired of traveling, sit down." Someone brought a chair and stool out of the room.

"I just made a pot of tea, let's take a sip." Someone brought a teacup.

Feng Hanzhao and Zhen Zhen sat down, and Feng Qi and the guards walked to the distance to stand on guard.

Feng Hanzhao asked, "Where are you all from?"

It's like coming up with an oral essay question, the mother-in-law and aunts are really rushing to answer, gossiping, some with a heavy dialect, they can't understand what she is talking about at all, and there are all kinds of parents and privacy disputes.

In the end, I finally figured out that some people had fled, some people who couldn't go on with their homes and land, and some who came for a piece of their own land.

Feng Hanzhao asked again: "Compared with the original, farming here is better?"

It is said that it is good here, plant your own land, you don't need to look at the face of the owner, and the taxes will be your own if you have a transaction.

One woman said, "There are also bad things. Our village is too small and there are few people, so we don't have enough money to buy cattle. Ploughing is really tiring. ”

"Oh, work hard, what's it?" Everyone said that they didn't have enough land, but they weren't tired.

Feng Hanzhao said: "I collect things elsewhere, and everyone has a village. It is very convenient to go directly to the dealer to do business. However, your village is small, and you can collect a lot of goods without a village. ”

As soon as the topic opened, everyone had something to say.

Someone said: "Some of the village leaders are very black-hearted, and they package all the grain of the whole village, and collect 100 catties of grain, and he will pay the national tax according to 90 catties, and the tax he pays will become his own."

Others said, "You must sell the grain to him, and you can make an extra 10% of the money by changing hands."

A person next to him said, "If you don't meet his heart, someone will find someone to throw feces on your door!" Dare to do anything that lacks morality. ”

Some agreed: "Which village has no thugs under it?"

Feng Hanzhao asked, "Do you care about the chief and Lizheng?"

"They're all in causf."

"Is there any real evidence?" Feng Hanzhao asked again.

"We are all ordinary people, where can we get real evidence."

Talking again, everyone is pouring all kinds of bitter water, after all, they all came over after disasters or unsatisfactory situations. The sun gradually turned west, Feng Hanzhao got up to say goodbye and left with the four of them.

The villagers then sent a mile of land, and they all said that they would come back after the summer harvest in a month.

When I went back, I was in a hurry, and no one said much.

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