And when it comes to food, Zhang Zheng can also think of why. Last year, the entire Guanzhong grain harvest failed. With the little relief grain given by the government, if you want to eat it from spring ploughing to autumn harvest, is that possible?

Nan Nan didn't eat for two days, and the woman in front of her. Zhang Zheng looked at the woman's chapped lips and guessed, I was afraid that she hadn't eaten for three or four days.

No wonder, no wonder~ Zhang Zheng's mind is getting heavier and heavier, who would have thought that the Tang Dynasty would haunt countless future generations.

In the early days of the founding of the country, the people couldn't even eat enough to eat, and they didn't even have a good house?

"Brother, you eat." Nan Nan suddenly ran to Zhang Zheng's side and broke half of the pastry that he had just hidden and gave it to Zhang Zheng.

The other half was handed to her aunt. The woman seemed to wake up at this time, Zhang Zheng was a guest, and looked around to find a stool.

I just searched for a long time, but there was nothing in the house. The woman was a little embarrassed, and then, as if remembering something, hurried towards the other room.

When he came out again, he had a bowl in his hand. came to Zhang Zheng and handed the bowl to Zhang Zheng, and said with some trepidation: "Childe, there is nothing to entertain in the house, only a bowl of water is served, please don't dislike it." Zhang Zheng did not speak, but took the bowl in the woman's hand and drank the water in the bowl in one gulp.

It was winter, and the woman had just returned, and she had not had time to make a fire to boil water. So the water was very cold, but Zhang Zheng still drank the cold water in the bowl without hesitation.

Then he wiped his mouth and praised: "Clear and sweet, this is the sweetest water I have ever drunk." The woman barely smiled when she heard this.

Then she picked up the pastry that Nan Nan handed her, took a small bite, and handed the pastry to Nan Nan.

Looking at the gobbling up, the woman finally showed a heartfelt smile on her face. Zhang Zheng looked at the dusty pastry in his hand, although she gave it to Nannan, but Nannan used it to entertain guests, which couldn't be better.

Zhang Zheng finished eating the pastry and was about to get up, when Chen Yu's voice suddenly came from outside the door.

"Zhang Xiannan, Young Master Li, they are back." Naturally, they are the disciples of the Mo family who entered the mountain.

Zhang Zheng took out all the snacks on his body and handed them to Nannan, and the woman couldn't help it. But in Zhang Zheng's sincere eyes, coupled with Nannan's happy laughter, it was difficult to say the words of refusal.

Then he pulled into his arms again, well, nothing. Zhang Zheng turned his attention to Li Wucun, and Li Wucun reluctantly untied a money bag from his waist.

Zhang Zheng poured out a handful of copper coins and returned the silver nude to Li Wucun. When he came to the woman, he took the woman's hand in her restrained eyes.

And he put the coins in the woman's hand. The woman was shocked and hurriedly refused: "Childe, the old woman can't ask for this." Taking the son to eat is already a great kindness, how can you ......ask for it again" The woman shirked in every possible way, Zhang Zheng said undoubtedly: "Take it, I like it very much, take it and buy her a dress." Unconsciously, Zhang Zheng showed a trace of the majesty of the superior, and the woman was intimidated by Zhang Zheng's eyes, and she didn't dare to refuse anymore.

Seeing that the woman had accepted the copper coin, Zhang Zheng and Li Wuxin turned around and walked out of the house with curious eyes, and followed the guards towards Yushan.

"Goodbye, brother." Nannan's immature voice came, and the woman also made a blessing to Zhang Zheng's back.

And Zhang Zheng and Li Wucun have long gone away. Zhang Zheng knows that changing the living conditions of the people of Datang is not something that can be completed overnight.

In Datang, such as Nanpo Village, such as Nannan's family's living conditions are by no means unique. Poverty is undoubtedly a mountain that weighs on all the people of the Tang Dynasty.

And now, if Zhang Zheng wants to change the living conditions of the people of the Tang Dynasty, it is not enough to have empty ideas, but also to have power.

After the dispute over the firearms bureau at this morning's meeting, coupled with the current situation in Nanpo Village. Zhang Zheng has a deeper understanding of the word power.

Zhang Zheng muttered to himself: "Dad's words, now that I think about it, it is like thunder." "With Li Wucun and Chen Yu, they came to the place where the village entered the mountain, and not far away, a group of young people were pulling wood with the unique snowcart of the Mo family and approaching Zhang Zheng and others.

Seeing this, Zhang Zheng's guards hurriedly ran forward to help pull the cart. Looking at those young men with immature faces, Zhang Zheng showed a smile on his face, these disciples of the Mo family are the first step for him to get in touch with power.

When the group of young people walked in front of the two, the young man at the head hugged his fist towards Li Wucun and said, "Ink master Zhang Hao, I have seen the young master!" Li Wucun nodded and introduced to Zhang Hao: "This is Zhang County's man." Come with me to receive you. After listening to Li Wucun's introduction, a group of teenagers said in unison: "I've seen Zhang Xiannan." Zhang Zheng stretched out his hand and said with a smile: "You don't have to be polite, it's all your own family, just call me Shaolang or Brother Zheng." There were eleven teenagers in front of him, each with a rope on his shoulder, and behind the rope was a huge snowmobile, which was piled with thick wood.

The guards led by Chen Yu were helping push the cart behind the snowmobile at this time. When we entered the village, the snow on the road had been cleared, and the snowmobiles were no longer usable.

So a group of people spontaneously carried the timber to the village. Even Zhang Zheng carried a tree trunk that was too thick on his shoulder.

No one said anything, and they didn't think there was anything wrong with that. After several trips back and forth, a group of people finally moved the timber back to the center of the village.

The women and children poked their heads out curiously to look at the group of young people. The young men of the Mo family were dressed in black shorts, and they were all heroic.

Zhang Zheng's guards were very cold and arrogant, like heavenly soldiers descending into the world. Zhang Zheng and Li Wucun were dressed in splendid robes, handsome like the sons and brothers who came out of the painting.

couldn't help but make the women and children of Nanpo Village, who were young and dead, show a hint of crimson on their faces. Zhang Zheng chuckled lightly and said to the disciples of the Mo family led by Zhang Hao: "Look at this, if you don't repair the houses in the village, you won't be able to go to Weinan with me, so let's start." With Zhang Zheng's order, the teenagers no longer cared about the women, children, and children in Nanpo Village, and each took out their tools and began to get busy.

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"There is a specialization in the art industry", Zhang Zheng couldn't do these things, so he took Chen Yu and Li Wu to the village and began to wander around.

Of the 100 families in the village, a third of the roofs collapsed like the Nannan family, and most of them were broken by the heavy snow.

A dozen or so guards, who did not know how to carpenter, borrowed ladders from the village and began to clear the snow from the roof.

Seeing that everyone was starting to get busy, Zhang Zheng ignored the curious glances of the women and children throwing at him, turned his head to Li Wucun and asked, "Is this the Mo family's way of cultivation?" ”