Back To The Beginning Of Ming To Do Charity

In the Chenghuang Temple, there are cobwebs and dust everywhere. The incense in the Chenghuang Temple was not good, but now it’s worse. Lin Yuan wiped the table with a rag beside him, and put tribute on the empty plate. The tribute was still Si Niang It made a few white bread, a plate of pickles, nothing else, Lin Yuan himself couldn't bear to buy roast chicken.

"Hey." Brother Dao sighed: "Where is the Chenghuang Temple so depressed in previous years."

Jiang Gui rolled down the surrounding cobwebs with a wooden stick, and laughed when he heard Brother Dao's words: "It's all the same, but you didn't come a few years ago."

After Jiang Gui finished speaking, he took out a portrait from the parcel beside him and hung it next to Lord Cheng Huang.

Lin Yuan looked carefully for a long time, but didn't recognize who this abstract portrait was painted.

Jiang Gui: "You don't even recognize this, naturally it is Guan Erye."

Lin Yuan nodded, indicating that he understood.

Just when Lin Yuan thought everything was ready, Brother Dao's voice came from outside: "Brother Dao! I brought the chicken here!"

Brother Dao went out and brought the rooster in with its wings.

Jiang Gui sighed: "Unfortunately, the year is not good, otherwise we still have to prepare three sacrifices."

Lin Yuan leaned his head: "What are the three sacrifices?"

Although he likes to read the historical and scriptures, he does not know much about worshipping.

Jiang Gui: "Pork, fish, eggs, this is the three sacrifices."

Lin Yuan: "..."

If you need to use so many tributes to worship, then forget it. After all, people are still paying attention now. These tributes will not be collected and eaten when they are cold. Instead, they will be left as they are and thrown away when they are smelly.

After busying for a while, Brother Dao filled the bowl with wine, cut the cock's neck again, and dripped chicken blood into the bowl.

Then he took out his hand-carried dagger, gave his fingertips a knife, and dripped it neatly into the bowl.

"You come." He handed the knife to Jiang Gui.

Jiang Gui also looked timid. He scratched his skin a few times, watching his blood drip distressedly.

Jiang Gui gave the knife to Lin Yuan again, and said, "You're a little bit blunt and straight."

It takes courage to do a knife on yourself.

Lin Yuan tried it when he was a child. When he was not paying attention, a small piece of iron could cut his hand. He held a knife to cut it, but it couldn't be cut because the brain would control the body and could not cause harm to himself.

So Lin Yuan fell decisively: "Brother Jiang, I have never used a knife since I was a kid, you help me."

He stretched out his hand as he said.

Jiang Gui said as he said, "How can this be done?" He cut Lin Yuan quickly with his hands.

Lin Yuan: "..." Why did I see a gloating smile on Jiang Gui's face?

The three of them divided the bowl of wine among the other two bowls, and one of them took a bowl and knelt in front of the statue of Guan Gong.

Brother Dao has a solemn expression, and his voice is like Hong Zhong: "Start."

"The sky is above, and I, Li Congrong, Jiang Gui and Lin Yuan, are here to make golden orchids."

"The sky is above, and I, Jiang Gui, Li Congrong, and Lin Yuan are here to marry Jinlan."

At this time, Lin Yuan knew that Brother Dao was named Li Congrong.

So he said a step late: "The sky is up, and I, Lin Yuan, Li Congrong and Jiang Gui, are here to make golden orchids."

"In the future, we will share the blessings and the difficulties, and we will not seek to be born in the same year and the same month, but to die in the same year, the same month and the same day. If this oath is violated, five thunderstorms will strike."

After speaking, the three of them all drank the mixed blood in the bowl.

When Lin Yuan drank it, he was still thinking that drinking blood is really unhygienic. If anyone has any germs?Wouldn't it be three unlucky?

"The third brother, the fourth brother." Brother Dao was in a good mood, and he grabbed the hands of Lin Yuan and Jiang Gui.

Lin Yuan asked in a low voice, "How about two?"

Your ranking starts from third?

Brother Dao patted Lin Yuan on the shoulder and hugged him affectionately: "Then Yang Zi'an is also my brother who worships the handle."

Lin Yuan said sincerely, "Brother, you have a lot of brothers."

Brother Dao laughed: "Just give me some thin noodles. My second brother is also a straight boy, and he works with us. You call him second brother and you will not be insulted."

Lin Yuan/Jiang Gui: "..."

"Find a day and come out for a drink." Brother Dao smiled.

If you become a brother with a different surname at this age, you have to really treat each other as your own brother, even closer than your own brother.

"Big Brother." Lin Yuan said to Brother Dao, "Second Brother Yang is still in my field now."

Brother Dao touched his nose: "Then wait until he comes back."

Yang Zian is a real person. He took his brother to the land that Lin Yuan bought. Jiang Gui did not lie. The land has not been cultivated. It is all fertile land. The land is always thinner and thinner. Where are there so many farmers? If the fertilizer cannot keep up, the ground will be thinner and the planting must be stopped.

Planting for one year and six months, let the land recuperate by itself.

They found a piece of land with the flattest ground, built a grass shed, wiped the wall with mud and dry grass, and they could dry it in a day or two. They slept on the dry grass in the middle of the night. Forty men huddled together to sleep without feeling cold. .

Lin Yuan prepared the grain, and they dragged a cart of grain when they went.

There are coarse grains and fine grains in it. We usually eat coarse grains, while the fine grains are Yang Zi'an. I eat them every three days, and I can only eat coarse grains when I'm hungry.

"It's better than before." The man was holding a bowl of porridge. The porridge was very thin, but there was white rice. He took a cherished sip and sighed contentedly, "Where there used to be white porridge, it was just chaff."

The person next to him was sitting on Tiankan, holding a mixed-noodle bun in his hand, eating it fragrantly: "You drink quickly, I drank all of my bowl."

The man ignored him and patted the land next to him: "I will be able to collect grain tomorrow. Does the owner really say that only 50% of the rent is required?"

Yang Zian walked out of the straw shack and let out a sigh of relief in his palm: "What the boss said, I don't think he dare to lie to us."

The man nodded: "Yes, many of our brothers, he has to weigh even if he wants to cheat."

There were also young people who ate steamed buns while drinking porridge, and said hopefully: "I don't expect to have enough food. Go to the ground hungry."

"My mother saved food for me and my brothers, and my mother starved to death."

"After my mother died, Dad broke his leg on the mountain and died without money to buy medicine."

The man sighed, "Who isn't."

There is a sad past, is it worse to say it?

The young man smiled at the man: "It's enough to eat every day."

Yang Zian walked to the side to get a hoe. He went down to the ground with his brothers. He was born in a farming house since he was a child. Yang Zian knew some words and knew how to work in the ground. He never discussed his past with anyone.

His family is also a big family in the local area, but they don't share the land. The land in the family is all grown by old servants.

Later, a group of gangsters crossed the road. Yang Zian was invited by a friend to go to a nearby town. When he returned, his family was destroyed.

The whole family was slaughtered up and down, and even his two-year-old brother was not let go.

He still wants to take revenge, but what can he use to take revenge?Should he let these brothers go desperately against those gangsters?

He can save his life and death, but why do his brothers?

Over time, the thought of revenge was buried deep in his heart, and he never said or mentioned it.

Just when they had finished their breakfast and were about to work, a group of people suddenly came over not far away.

Yang Zi'an: "Don't worry! Get a hoe! Get whatever you have at hand!"

If there are bandits, you must first deal with them, at least you must have weapons in your hands.

When the people over there approached, Yang Zian recognized Li Congrong as the leader.

"Put the guy down, Brother Dao is here." Yang Zi'an shouted.

The person next to him put down the guy in his hand.

Brother Dao walked in the front and arrived first. Behind him were some artisans in shorts, and then some unclothed refugees. The refugees were all yellow and skinny, shivering in the cold wind, and their faces were all covered. The look at a loss, don't know what to do next.

Yesterday morning, the five big and three sturdy men suddenly appeared in front of them, saying that they had work for them to eat for a day. They came as soon as they heard it. Anyway, there was nothing to be deceived. They deceived them into being domestic servants, but being a domestic servant is better than today.

As long as you don't starve to death, you can do everything.

"These are all here to build houses." Brother Dao said, "Neither side is delayed."

Yang Zian glanced at the refugees: "Let you come over and control them?"

Brother Dao grinned, showing two rows of white teeth: "It doesn't matter, you are obedient when you are weak. It's hard to say if you have strength."

Yang Zi'an: "That's true."

Brother Dao suddenly approached and whispered: "I brought a roast chicken and some wine. Our brothers have a good evening drink."

Yang Zi'an couldn't help but salivate when he heard the roast chicken. This was really greedy. He couldn't remember when he last ate roast chicken.

In the past few years, let alone eating meat, he has eaten bark and grass roots. When he is hungry, he eats whatever he catches.

When fleeing, many people had eaten bad things, and slowly they lost their lives. It was luck for him to live until now.

At this time, the craftsmen were asking the refugees to set up sheds. They built the sheds close to the previous ones. Although the status of craftsmen is not high, the old craftsmen are still respected. The main reason is that they have real skills in their hands. Well set up.

Yang Zi'an was dragged by Brother Dao to eat alone.

Each of them had a glass of wine, and then tore off two drumsticks. Dao brother said with a smile: "My brother has recognized two younger brothers for you."

Yang Zi'an: "..."

In the past, he and Brother Dao were fooled by Brother Dao. It is estimated that the two hapless guys are similar to himself.

Brother Dao: "You have also met, one is Jiang Gui, and the other is Lin Yuan. When you meet in the future, you have to call them third and fourth brothers, you must remember."

Yang Zian took a bite of a chicken leg, and thought silently, as for Li Congrong's urinary sex, it is estimated that he will have five and six brothers, seven and eight brothers, and maybe eighty-one brothers.

Forget it, there are chickens to eat, so don't worry about it.

If Brother Dao recognizes his younger brother once and can have chickens for himself, then this business is still done.

The author has something to say: Yang Zi'an: "This person likes to worship the handle everywhere. I, Yang Zi'an, starved to death. I jumped from here and would not admit that he was also my brother."

Li Congrong: "Come on, eat chicken."

Yang Zi'an: "It's really fragrant."