Shunzi pulled Song Fusheng aside, and let him go back with him.

"No, we're close to Nursery Rhyme Town, there's a house there, it's big enough, what's the situation to move there."

Junko bitterly speaks:

"Sir, don't you know that this river is coming down from Nursery Rhyme Town, and Nursery Rhyme Town will be flooded if it goes on like this.

Scared Nazhi County ran to report yesterday, I was afraid that the black yarn would not be guaranteed, where are you still going?

Only in Fengtian City, in order to ensure the safety of the place where the emperor is located, our lord invested a lot of manpower and financial resources to order the river embankment envoys to build culverts, ditches, and confluence canals.

Yesterday, the little one accompanied the young master and listened clearly.

Don't worry, no matter how many people there are, the young master's house can fit in.

Sir, why are you so polite? ”

Song Fusheng waved his hand and asked Shunzi not to persuade him, he would not take the old and young to live in Lu Pan's house.

If there is something going on, he would rather take men, women, and children into the city and go to the dim sum shop and the dart board to make a floor shop.

This has nothing to do with being polite, accepting other people's things and living in the Lu family are two different things.

Lu Pan will leave tomorrow morning, not at home, the dove occupies the magpie's nest, and the face is too big when it is passed out.

Even if Lu Pan didn't say it, there are still elders and relatives above the family, and then I knew, let's pull it quickly, it's not like that.

We don't know Lu Pan and I'm not alive, what's wrong?

Song Fusheng not only rejected Shunzi without leaking his teeth, but also urged: "I'm back, you don't have to worry about it, you and Quanzi and they hurry back to the city." When we came, there was a flash flood on the other side of the city, and it is not clear what it is like now, so with this rain, don't block the road. ”

Junko glared at Quanzi and looked at each other: "Torrent? ”

"Yes, Master, the thief is scary, and he scares me."

"Then I can't go, we are on the mountain, I will take people up the mountain to see if the soil is loose."

"It's raining so heavily, whatever mountain you go up and down, we all go, what do you like."

Song Fusheng found that Shunzi was quite tough, "The young master of your family is not without the people who can't be used, you have to set off tomorrow morning, just listen to me." ”

Urging Junko and Xiaoquanzi to leave.。

Otherwise, these people from the Lu family would have been working here endlessly.

Sent Junko and Kosako away.

Song Fusheng really ordered the oven room to stop, and the eldest nieces were honest and still roasted there.

Leba's house is a dilapidated house, it has never been rebuilt, and it is the wall of many years ago.

I was going to move into a new home, and then I took it slowly.

Connected to the riba house, the pigsty, the livestock shed, the chicken coop and the duck coop, and a small yard was made on the periphery of the large yard where they lived.

After the new oven house was built, the current oven house was torn down by the wall and turned into a winter shed.

Such a regular construction means that the small yard is the production base, and the large yard is full of residences, planting some vegetables, and the ducks are not raised here, so as not to often step on chicken feces and duck feces, dirty.

However, I have never been free, I need to do the same, you see, it's all a thing.

Song Fusheng also ordered all the workers in the house to help build the kang, buckle the board, lay the floor, and install the cabinet, and stop the workers who built the public toilet in the yard.

Give him all home.

gave orders continuously, and it was not until this moment that Song Fusheng knew Grandpa's difficulties, no wonder Grandpa said that he couldn't leave.

A group of men, standing in the courtyard in the rain, some suddenly wanted to kneel down at him: "Dongjia, Dongjia, please, let us stay and work, just give us a stutter." ”

When these workers were first recruited, they deliberately took care of the families who had fled from several nearby villages.

They don't have any land in the first place, and even if they do, after the wasteland is released, it will be too late to plant the land when they get it, and the cost of income will not be as good as that of the villagers.

Fleeing all the way to the famine, the money in their hands has already been exhausted on the way, most of the people have no savings, and this year, the imperial court did not give any relief food to the war.

Now, it's even worse.

After continuous rain, after two hailstorms yesterday, the rare harvest in the field will face no harvest.

Do these men just hope to continue to receive rations? There are many people who don't want to be paid, but they want food.

It is also because of this that the "Nine Clans" obviously do not need to buy a large amount of coarse grain, but they buy a lot of wages for these people and distribute them downward.

Otherwise, where did the old lady get the coarse grains to make Leba for takeaway?

We didn't take advantage of the public, and we didn't embezzle the coarse grain of the Kuraba Yarang to make Leba.

For Song Fusheng, there is no need, wherever he holds his hands tightly, he can earn that little money.

For the people of the Nine Clans, we have to protect our reputation for the "Loyalty" plaque, and we have been here for two years, not two days, and we would rather have a face than be so greedy for money for the early development.

Old Lady: Am I short of that money? I sold Leba to the people who rushed to take the exam to do a good deed, and in the end, I took advantage of the court to make people known, and I embarrassed my son and Minrui, am I not wrong?

Far from it.

In short, there have been accidents with coarse grain to be paid as wages.

A while ago, a few of these men fainted from hunger in order to save food rations, and they choked Grandpa, saying that if you are like this, then you can't be used. If something happens, our family can't lose money? Your mother-in-law has to sue us, and our reputation will be affected, and it's not that we haven't given you food.

The angry old man and Song Fusheng muttered in private: Doing good deeds will not necessarily end up being good, and it is not enough to worry about.

You see, at that time, these people could still expect the harvest of the fields to be like that, and at this time, there was no harvest, so they used the Song Jiu clan as a life-saving straw.

Song Fusheng said: "The houses assigned to you in each village are all accumulated for a long time, and it rains like this, don't you think about your family?" ”

"There are mothers-in-law at home, and they can go to the house to repair them."

"Don't say it, go back, say that you have to leave the sky, our family can't afford it. You see, we are far away from the mountain, as if we are sliding down the mud and falling off the rocks. The flash flood really came, let alone here, it was able to cross the river and flood into the village in an instant, so I watched that scene and walked around. ”

Song Fusheng asked Grandpa to come into the house and give them today's rations one by one.

Half of the day is counted for them.

"Boss, what about us?"

"If I can use it, you will still use it, huh? I also know your difficulties, shall we wait for the rain to stop? ”

When Song Fusheng was talking, the girls suddenly screamed, and they saw that one wall of the oven room where the two girls were suddenly collapsed.

Er Ya is holding four mud trays, exposed to this heaven and earth, Er Ya is collecting things, and if he doesn't bake them, he will take away the useful ones.

Peach Blossom is dragging the coarse grain bag marked with the word "Fengtian", and the grain is also going to be transferred, and it is thrown here for people to steal.

And this oven room is the room where Song Poria used to make birthday cakes alone.

"Third uncle!"

"Third uncle!"

"His third uncle."

A group of girls and little daughters-in-law were frightened and ran towards Song Fusheng.

In times of danger, look for the strong.

Song Fusheng was afraid: Bake it, let you bake it this time, you will be dead, and you will almost be buried in it.