After pouring all the vegetables, he seemed to see the green shoots in the first field, and he squatted down to look at it carefully, and found that he was not mistaken, so he happily continued to fetch water.

Fu An squatted behind the grass, and when he saw that he was about to pass, he was pulled by Shi Hongtu by the back collar, "Why are you going?" ”

"Lang Jun has filled the water tank, he must have forgotten about it, I'll remind him."

"The general doesn't allow us to interfere with Lang Jun, and the water won't be wasted if we pick it up, and even one more load can be stored in the barrel." Shi Hongtu had long felt that Fu Tinghan needed to exercise, but he just didn't like to move, playing health boxing with the general every morning was already the limit of his sport, living in the mountains these days, without the general watching, he did everything, just didn't box, Shi Hongtu looked anxious for him.

It just so happens that picking up a few more loads of water is considered to be exercise.

Fu Tinghan stood by the spring and looked down, it was almost time for dinner, so the smoke rose from the mountain.

In fact, the water resources in the north are a bit scarce, drinking water has always been a problem, according to local conditions, what are the ways to pump water to high places?

At present, the cost of drilling a well is very high, and it is very easy to be dangerous, and the time it takes is very long, and in the place where it is not easy to produce water, it is necessary to dig very deep to produce water, and it is difficult to complete the current technology.

Fu Tinghan bent down to pick up the water back, and as soon as he put it down, he went into the grass house, pulled a piece of white paper, picked up the pen and dipped it in Fu Xuan's ink.

Fu Xuan, who was immersed in writing, didn't pay attention to it, and when the father and son came back to their senses, they couldn't see it because it was too dark.

Fu Xuan raised his head, dazzled for a moment, didn't see where this was, and said casually: "Let's hold the lamp." ”

Fu Tinghan came back to his senses, he took out the lamp and lit it.

Fu Xuan then remembered that they were in the grass house, he touched the back of his itchy ear, and asked, "I'm a little hungry, what will I eat tonight?" ”

Fu Tinghan said: "Eat porridge, I'll cook it." ”

Fu Xuan knew that he hadn't cooked dinner yet, put down the pen and got up, glanced at the pictures on his paper, paused and went out.

Fu Tinghan quickly took out the rice, lit a fire, and put it on a simple stove made of stones.

Fu Xuan took a wooden pier like him, straightened his robe, sat beside him, and asked curiously, "What did you draw?" ”

"Which one, you ask? The farm tools that I painted at noon today, I just drew some things that were digging wells, and I may not be able to use them, so I drew them first, and then I went back and asked the craftsmen who dug the wells before modifying and trying them. ”

Fu Xuan: "Have you been doing such a craftsman in Shangshu Province?" ”

Fu Tinghan: "Almost." ”

"Feeling happy?"

Fu Tinghan said: "I'm happy if the things I come up with are useful, and I'm in a general mood if I don't use them." ”

"You used to only have some interest in "Zhou Yi", so you are very good at arithmetic, but I don't know that you also like and are good at craftsmanship." Fu Xuan turned his head to look at him, "I thought you would be better at Confucianism and Taoism, but I didn't expect you to study the Mo family more now." ”

Fu Tinghan: "Is the Mo family bad?" It's all about doing things for the people, as long as they are effective. ”

Fu Xuan smiled and said: "You didn't say that before, you said that the art of war and ink is a skill, a means, to govern the country and set the troubled times, you have to change your thinking, so you study Confucianism and Taoism, and want to seek a way to crack it." ”

"It's also because of this that you have such a big conflict with your mother."

Fu Tinghan was stunned for a moment, tried hard to find it in his memory, and finally found the quarrel between him and Princess Hongnong, although it was very vague, but the thoughts that sprung up in his heart at that moment were very clear.

The young, courageous and concerned teenager and mother said that from the perspective of Confucian etiquette, if the Jin State is not right, it should not exist, but it exists, which is against the sky, so the world is in chaos;

From the Taoist Heavenly Dao, the Jin Kingdom should have perished in accordance with the will of the people, and it is precisely because you always work hard to support it that it will not be destroyed, which makes the people fall into a long-term war.

The young man felt that it was better to directly give this world a big one, and let everything that was rotten perish, so that it would be possible to be reborn.

At that time, the person sitting on the throne was still the father of Princess Hongnong, the ancestor of Fu Changrong, the rebellion of the eight kings went on in the thirteenth year, the king of the East China Sea entered the capital, and a group of people died, and even the entire Central Plains, Yongzhou and Sizhou were caught in the war.

As long as Fu Changrong goes to the street, he can see the chaotic people who are starving to death or dying of injuries, and when he goes out of the city, he is even more hungry, which makes the young man who has read poetry and books since he was a child resentful of the Great Jin Dynasty, and he really can't find a reason for the continuation of the Great Jin Dynasty.

He is not like Fu Yi, Zhao Changyu and Wang Dao and other mature people who can look at the world in a bigger way, Fu Yi They yearn for peace, peace that can not change, and there will be no more wars, for this reason, they are willing to endure some injustices, and are willing to carry the broken umbrella forward for the people.

He is more radical and lively, he wants to bury everything that is rotten, regrow the court that conforms to his wishes and public opinion, tear the broken umbrella and step on the soles of his feet, and make a new umbrella again.

Even if you will get wet and drenched during the time between changing the broken umbrella and holding up the new umbrella, you will think that it is good to hold up the new umbrella, and you can dry it slowly when the time comes.

Fu Tinghan detached from his memories, lowered his eyes and didn't speak, he couldn't tell which of the two ways was right and which was wrong, or both were right and both were wrong.

When a person gets wet, he may get sick when he dries, and he is likely to die;

Holding a broken umbrella, it will not be wet for a while, but if the umbrella cannot be repaired, it will still be wet, and sooner or later it will be a problem, and it will also get a cold and a life.

Fu Xuan asked him, "So are you reconciled with your mother now?" I see that you have been getting along well recently, and she said that about you a few days ago, also because she was sad that your grandfather had passed away, and she didn't really think you were unfilial. ”

"I know," Fu Tinghan said, "I'm not angry with her. ”

Fu Xuan exhaled, and then, he and his son were speechless again.

He scratched the back of his ear, distressed, why is it so difficult, he thought that their father and son had more to say, who knew that the words they had spoken in three days were not as much as the princess had said in a day.

Fu Xuan couldn't help but ask him, "Tinghan, do you and Hanzhang get along like this?" ”

Fu Tinghan looked at his father inexplicably, nodded and said, "Yes." ”

Fu Xuan's eyes widened, "Don't you have any words?" ”

Fu Tinghan hesitated for a moment and asked, "Do you want to listen to me tell you about digging a well?" ”

"Forget it, I'm not interested in this."

The father and son were quiet again, and when the porridge was cooked, they ate it silently and then went to wash up and prepare to go to bed.

By the way, the white porridge I ate was finished with pickles at noon, so I just ate white porridge.

Fortunately, Zhao Hanzhang came to see them the next day with a basket of things, including all kinds of vegetables, eggs and ...... pen and ink, as well as manuscript paper and official documents.

Good night

(End of chapter)