0p0 Chapter 245 Xinxing Village
Chapter 245 Xinxing Village
Lin Shu wore a straw hat and rode on Niu San, while Niu Si followed obediently beside her.
The small whip cracked loudly, and Niu Si would be whipped if he was a step slower.
A bunch of hair broke out from the top of the straw hat and flew in the wind, and the little person looked very heroic.
In the fields on both sides of the road, green seedlings half a palm high have sprouted.
The green and yellow seedlings are so thin and thin that it is obvious that they lack nutrients.
But at least it has sprouted, so there is hope.
The weeds on the ridges and in the fields were pulled out cleanly.
On the wasteland on the riverbank, young and old in their jackets were sweating profusely.
Without an old ox to pull the plow, everything has to be done by hand.
Women or young boys acted as old oxen, pulling the plow forward with difficulty.
The heavy reins cut into the flesh of my shoulders.
As he gritted his teeth and bent over, beads of sweat rolled down.
In poor farm families, men are treated like oxen, women are treated like men, and boys are treated like adults.
The old and the weak followed behind, picking up grass roots, and when they came across edible wild vegetables, they would carefully put them in the baskets they carried on their backs.
Take it back and get another meal.
'Boom~boom~boom~'
Four bison trotted past, their heavy footsteps attracting everyone's attention.
The first thing they saw was the cow, with its strong physique and powerful limbs.
"Cow, cow, cow... there are cows~"
“There are cows, cows, cows…”
"Look at the bulls..."
The pioneer pointed at the four bison and couldn't even move his tongue.
He could only point at the cow that was going away, stammering in extreme excitement.
"Let's go and ask them where they bought the cows from."
Dong Xingwang dropped the shovel and chased after him, panting.
All the villagers who reacted followed.
They had never seen such a strong cow. Even if they couldn’t afford to buy it, they could at least touch it!
"Don't move, there is a tiger ahead."
Dong Xingwang, who was about to catch up, suddenly had his pupils contracted.
What did he see.
There is a big white tiger on the carriage.
No wonder the cow runs so fast. Even he would run as fast as the wind if he saw it.
"What's the matter? Why doesn't the village chief chase us anymore?" Wang Erwa asked puzzledly.
"It's not that we don't chase, it's that we don't dare to chase." Dong Xingwang said helplessly.
“There was a big white tiger lying on the carriage, and people had been prepared for this.
It’s a pity that I can’t buy a working ox. Not only is it far from the capital, but it’s also not peaceful.”
“Yes, without oxen, we have to rely on manual labor to open up the wasteland, and there won’t be much to harvest in autumn.
My family reported ten acres of wasteland, and it was not fully reclaimed by the autumn harvest, so we had to pay a fine of two taels of silver.
What should I do?" Wang Erwa said, picking his stinky hair.
After picking it, this guy even smells it, not afraid of the smell.
The two ox carts finally stopped when they were about to disappear from the sight of Dong Xingwang and others.
"Let's go, let's go and see what's going on. It's too late and we don't even have soup to drink."
Dong Xingwang ran forward in a hurry. The cows were too attractive to the farmers.
Everyone likes it, and everyone wants to own one at home.
Owning a working ox is not only a matter of face but also represents the family's heritage.
After finishing the housework, farmers can go out to earn money, which is a considerable income.
Unfortunately, it is difficult to find even a chicken or a duck in the county town, let alone other livestock.
Nowadays, an old cow can be sold for thirty taels of silver, and it is hard to find one.
Adult strong bulls never appeared.
But the price is definitely not cheap.
They had never seen a cow as big as this one.
Dong Xingwang calculated his family assets while running.
...
"Stay away, tigers can hurt people." Lin Hongyi pointed his whip at the people approaching.
"Roar~Roar~"
Heizi cooperated by roaring twice, then stood on the carriage and looked down at everyone.
The sharp eyes of the tiger will immediately make the timid people go weak in the knees.
"Why are you stopping the ox cart? We have to hurry on our way. Please get out of the way!"
Lin Hongyi stared at the people who gathered around him. The biggest difference between this group of so-called people and refugees was that they were not ordinary people.
It's the spirit.
The refugees' eyes were numb and empty, and they saw no hope of survival.
Although this group of ragged people looked pale and thin, there was light in their eyes.
The crops in the fields give these people hope of life.
As long as there is a glimmer of hope, they will hold on to it tightly.
...
"Little brother, where did you buy your cows?" Dong Xingwang said breathlessly.
"I caught it from the deep mountains. I won't sell it." Lin Hongyi refused.
These four cows are to be taken home as breeding cattle, they cannot be bought with money.
"What? He was caught in the deep mountains." Dong Xingwang stared at Lin Hongyi and exclaimed.
He always felt that the young man in front of him looked familiar, but he couldn't remember who he was.
I really want to make friends with him, but I don't know where to start.
After all, I met a lot of people on the way to escape.
“Yes, in the mountains more than 200 miles away.
There are packs of wild wolves, crocodiles, leopards, and blind bears, and they feed on bison.
When we left, the bison had already migrated south." Lin Hongyi said deliberately.
There are many ferocious beasts in the deep mountains and old forests. Ordinary people will die if they go in. That is not helping people but hurting them.
...
"Grandpa, there are little pigs in the carriage." The little girl with sweaty hair pointed at the carriage curiously.
"Pig, really?"
When Old Man Wang heard about the piglets, he no longer cared about the cows.
Because his family simply couldn't afford an adult cow.
Lin Shu, who was riding on the back of an ox, saw more and more people gathering around and her eyes flashed.
“My dear uncles and aunts, our main business this time is to sell wild boars, pheasants and wild sheep.
Although it was an ownerless creature obtained from the deep mountains and forests, we captured it alive at the risk of our lives.
Since we are all ordinary people, I can give you a cheaper price.
A small wild boar costs thirty taels of silver, a wild sheep costs twenty taels, and a pheasant costs five taels. First come, first served."
"What? Why is it so expensive?"
“There’s nothing we can do about it. The price in the county town is the same, and the price in the prefectural city is only higher, not lower.
If you don’t believe it, you can go and ask.
Whether or not we can buy it is not our concern.”
Lin Shu spread her hands in a gangster manner and just made her bid.
In the cattle and horse market in the county town, there were not even any chickens to sell, let alone pigs.
The price of eggs even rose to fifty cents each.
It's hard to find an egg.
For the famine to truly be over, every household must have food in stock. Only then can it be considered over.
She should also adapt to the market economy. She can't be a saint and do business at a loss.
...
“Little brother, I am Dong Xingwang, the village chief of Xinxing Village.
Please stay in the village for a night. We have something to discuss." Dong Xingwang stepped forward and invited enthusiastically.
"Dong Xingwang?"
Lin Shu looked carefully at the man whose appearance had changed drastically, and a face flashed through her mind.
The murmured voice was drowned out by the passionate requests to stay.
Lin Shu's eyes flickered slightly, and she and Lin Hongyi nodded in agreement.
...
Xinxing Village.
The new village, mainly composed of refugees, has 120 households.
The villagers mainly live in shacks built on the foundations of existing houses in the village.
Dong Xingwang and his group entered the village without attracting any attention from the villagers.
Because at this time, most villagers are busy working in the fields.
The only ones left in the village were young children or the elderly and frail.
These people were either lying or sitting at the entrance of the shack, looking for lice in their clothes under the scorching sun.