"In the ninth year of Yuanxi, there was a great drought in Yingzhou, and the autumn harvest was only two or three percent, and the winter was extremely cold, and many people and animals froze to death." - "Qinghe County Chronicles".

Bang!

Bang......

In the woods on the southern slope of Baektu Mountain, a young man of fifteen or sixteen years old, dressed in a shabby cotton jacket, was swinging his hoe vigorously and shoveling it to the ground.

It was freezing cold, and the soil was as hard as stones, and it took him half a day of effort to dig out a small pit less than half a meter deep.

There are a few pine cones scattered in the pit.

"Found it!"

The boy bent down to pick up the pine cone, wiped off the floating soil on it, and cherished it in his arms.

When he lifted the hoe again, he suddenly felt a wave of dizziness.

He hurriedly supported his body with his hoe, resting his chin on the handle of the hoe, and slowed down for a while.

"The hardships I suffered in my previous life add up, and I will eat it in a month in this life!"

Zhao Lin sighed, and the hot air exhaled turned into a white mist, making everything in front of him a little blurry.

He's actually from another world.

In his previous life, he was an ordinary office worker, living an ordinary and simple life, not liking sports, not playing games, and his only hobby was reading novels when he had nothing to do.

I didn't expect to think about it and inexplicably travel into this world.

The original owner of this body is called Zhao Lin, an ordinary farmer in Sanjia Village, Baitou Mountain, who died of wind and cold a month ago.

Unlike many predecessors who have traveled through time, Zhao Lin is not an orphan, he has both parents and an elder brother.

It's just that the family is poor, the old lady is blind, and the father went into the mountains to collect medicine last year and was hit by a wild boar, and his chest and lungs were pierced.

His brother Zhao Shan is ten years older than him and is the pillar of the family, because of this year's grain failure, he could not pay the autumn grain, and was arrested by the government three days ago to serve hard labor to deduct taxes.

In this way, the whole burden of the family falls on him.

Zhao Lin recovered from a serious illness, and seeing that his family was running out of food, he picked up a hoe and went into the mountains to look for food.

"It is said that Yingzhou does not belong to Northern Xinjiang, why is it so cold in winter?"

Zhao Lin thought as he rubbed his hands that were red from the cold.

At the beginning of the crossing, he once thought that he had come to the end of the Ming Dynasty and caught up with the Xiaoice River period.

But the country name and the year name do not match, the name of this dynasty is Da Yue, which is a dynasty he has never heard of, and the customs are also very different.

Although it is not the end of the Ming Dynasty, the situation is not much better.

Hungry and surrounded by walls, is a true portrayal of his current life.

"Let's live first!"

Zhao Lin cut off his thoughts and continued to hoe and plow the ground.

When he entered the mountain, he saw a squirrel in the snow, chased after a few steps, and the squirrel was nowhere to be seen, but he accidentally found a burrow.

Zhao Lin guessed that this should be the place where the squirrels hid their food for the winter, so he decided to dig it up, and things turned out to be as he expected.

After digging for more than an hour, a small pile of pine cones finally appeared at the bottom of the cave, hundreds of millet, beans, and a few wild fruits that had not rotted.

"This guy can really do it!"

Zhao Lin was very relieved that the food was enough for the whole family to eat for two days.

Seeing that there was no one around, he took out his pocket bag and put his things inside.

After turning the soil a few times to make sure that not a single grain had been missed, he tied the cloth bag around his waist and covered it with an old cotton jacket outside.

Glancing up at the sky, he carefully walked back the way he came.

At this time, the heavy snow covered the original deep ravine, and the original deep ravine was filled in, and it was impossible to see it from the outside.

I heard that Zhang Niu'er from the neighboring village fell into the snow nest and lost his life.

……

Sanjia Village is located at the southern foot of Baektu Mountain, and there are 100 sparse households.

Zhao Lin returned to the village and saw more than a dozen men, women, and children standing at the head of the village, gathering together to talk to each other.

"Brother Zhao, have you heard about the Hu Lao Wu family?"

Passing by the crowd, Liu Dazhu next door called Zhao Lin.

"What's wrong with Hu Lao Wu?"

Zhao Lin glanced at the east end of the village and faintly heard a cry.

Hu Lao Wu is a hunter in the village, married a widow from Dongcun last year, and gave birth to a pair of big fat boys to him two months ago.

Twins were a rarity in this era, and the predecessor went to see it with his father.

Liu Dazhu lowered his voice and said, "His father and mother drilled the mountain kiln." ”

Zhao Lin was taken aback, thinking that he had misheard, "What did you say?" ”

"Hu's fifth father and mother drilled the mountain kiln yesterday, and when they found it this morning, the old couple froze to death while hugging each other."

Liu Dazhu said, his eyes were red.

Zhao Lin was stunned for a long time, unable to say a word.

There are more than a dozen caves under a cliff wall in the outer ridge of Baitou Mountain, which are built like clay pots, and the locals call them "parasitic kilns".

I have heard that in times of war and famine, life is unbearable, and the elderly who have lost their labor force will live in it by themselves in order to reduce the burden on their families.

After that, the family delivered a meal every day, and brought a few bricks when delivering the meal, and the entrance to the cave was sealed after ten days and half a month......

Zhao Lin always thought that the death kiln was just a legend, but he didn't expect it to happen in front of him.

He felt something choke in his throat, and two old men appeared in front of him holding their grandsons, smiling from ear to ear.

"Why, didn't you just hold your grandson?"

Liu Dazhu shook his head, "Mrs. Hu's legs and feet are not good, she can't do heavy work, and she has added two more boys to the family, can he support six people alone?" ”

Zhao Lin still felt incredulous, "No matter how difficult it is, you can survive the winter by eating grass roots and bark, why seek death?" ”

"The poll tax will be collected in the spring next year, and his parents are counted as two heads, so is it difficult to drag Hu Lao Wu to serve hard labor?"

Liu Dazhu lowered his eyelids and didn't look at him, "Say it again...... His parents are almost sixty. ”

Zhao Lin clenched the hoe, his fingers turned white, "Sixty is damned?" ”

Liu Dazhu sighed: "If they don't die, the children will die!" ”

Zhao Lin was silent for a long time, glanced in the direction of his house, his brows became tighter and tighter, and finally scolded: "This world!" ”

……

"Is it Lin'er?"

When Zhao Lin returned home, a fifty-year-old woman came out of the stove room, holding on to the door frame and looking over with empty eyes.

The old woman is Zhao Lin's mother in this life, her eyes were originally good, she did sewing and mending work when she was young, and she often worked in the dark to save lamp oil, and her eyes were used up badly over the years.

"Mother, it's me." Zhao Lin answered, walked over and grabbed his mother's hand.

"I went up the hill and saw a squirrel's nest with a lot of winter food hidden in it."

As he spoke, he handed the cloth bag to his mother.

"Lin Er is really capable!"

Mother Zhao's face was wrinkled, and she stroked Zhao Lin's forehead, "You are just sick, aren't you tired?" ”

Zhao Lin smiled: "I'm not tired, I'm hungry." ”

"Let's eat." Zhao's father walked out of the back room and bent his waist slightly when he walked.

The three of them sat around the table, one person had a bowl of gruel, a plate of pickles in the middle, a few pieces of hair, and Zhao Lin had an extra black-flour steamed bun.

Zhao Lin picked up the steamed bun and broke it open, "Daddy, you eat it too." ”

Father Zhao waved his hand and said, "I've eaten with your mother at noon, just drink some porridge." ”

Zhao's mother also said: "Don't let Lin Er, we don't move at home, and we are not hungry." ”

Zhao Lin sighed in his heart, knowing that he couldn't persuade him, so he ate with his head bored.

During the banquet, the two elders were not in a high mood and didn't talk much, Zhao Lin guessed that they should have heard about the affairs of the Hu Lao Wu family, and couldn't help but feel a little worried.

"They don't have any ideas."

When he first crossed over, he didn't have too deep feelings for his family in this life.

But during the more than half a month that he was bedridden, his family took turns to take care of him, his brother went out to work part-time to support the family, his mother took care of him at the bedside, and his father was busy......

Family affection is everywhere, and his mentality has slowly changed, and now he truly regards himself as a member of the family.

Born in such a poor family, Zhao Lin carefully considered how to use his advanced knowledge to change the family's economic situation.

However, according to the information learned, it was not easy.

First of all, there is no way to go.

The Dayue Dynasty did not open the imperial examination, and the talent selection system was similar to the recommendation system of the Han and Jin dynasties, and the family recommended people with virtue and reputation to serve as officials.

To put it bluntly, it depends on the background, and this road is hopeless.

It's the same with doing business.

Without the support of the government, clans or gangs, it would not have been possible at all.

Besides, he has no capital.

As for inventing soap sugar or something, it's not something that a small person like himself can touch.

"You said Zhou Laowang was dizzy, right? A good ploughing ox is going to be killed. ”

"It's not about the bride price......

Hearing what his parents were talking about, Zhao Lin raised his head and asked, "Killing the ploughing cow?" The government doesn't allow it, right? ”

"Zhou Laowang's farming cattle are old, and there are still a lot of problems on their bodies, so the government agreed."

Zhao's father explained, perhaps thinking of his own situation, his expression was a little gloomy.

"Killing the Cow ......"

Zhao Lin muttered, and a flash of lightning suddenly crossed his mind.