Back To The Beginning Of Ming To Do Charity

Lin Yuan doesn't know how to boil sugar. He squeezes the juice out of the fruit first, then puts it in a pot and cooks it slowly. When the gurgling becomes viscous, the heat is turned off, and the natural temperature is cooled down-the product is more like honey. It's sticky and sweet enough, but it doesn't turn into lumps like brown sugar and white sugar.

This kind of syrup is not convenient to carry and not conducive to storage, but it is enough now that there is a lack of sugar

The burnt charcoal is also put into use, but steel cannot be forged, and the temperature is still not enough.

All people who burn charcoal are disappointed. How to find coal is the most important thing.

But the good news is that Yang Zian found soil that can burn bricks, and charcoal just works. Smoldering in a brick kiln, the burned soil bricks are dark yellow. Although the size is not standardized, it can be used.

The new batch of people who have been bought in have been working in the fields during this period. Some of the people who are particularly weak have gone up the mountain with the women to pick them. They have adapted very well. To be precise, they should be great.

The people who originally followed Dao Ge and Yang Zian were very puzzled.

Someone asked them: "Are you not afraid of it?"

Those people replied, "Why should you be afraid? Have a boss for everything!"

The big deal is to be sold again. I just hope that if he is sold next time, he will be a good owner.

They haven't eaten enough for a long time.

Now that I have whole grains, even if it’s just bean dregs, I’m very happy to fill my stomach.

"When we came over, everyone said that if we couldn't sell it, they would have to throw us away." Some people have a grievance, "Otherwise the food is wasted."

"On the way, those people sell their daughters and sell them as long as they have pots of bean material."

"Even the old wife sells it. I saw one. No one bought his old wife, so he left her at the market and never went back."

"When the old wife was taken away, she was still thinking of her man and her child."

Someone said with trepidation: "There was also someone who sold people next to us, and there was a man in it, who killed several people together."

"A lot of people do this. With fewer people, the chances of being bought out are greater."

The person listening to them got goose bumps.

"How good we are now." Someone from the newcomer sighed, "The owner said, there is more charcoal, and charcoal burns in winter. There is less smoke and it is more resistant to burning than wood."

"There are clothes. I saw them. They are bulging and warm."

"Have a bed! I have never slept in bed several times in my life!"

Everyone asked: "You don't usually sleep in bed, where do you sleep?"

The man chuckled and said, "I used to watch the stables at the lord's house, so I slept there. In winter, I slept under the horse's belly, warm."

"Have you ever raised a horse?"

"That's great. I've seen senior officials ride horses. Those ladies and ladies ride in a carriage. I haven't even touched a horse's butt."

The man smiled triumphantly: "I can raise horses. I know what my horse likes to eat. A mare gives birth to a cub, and I will deliver."

"Then why are you still being sold?"

The man looked lonely: "The master fled and threw me away."

"Then why did you fall into the hands of Ren Fang?"

The man danced with joy again: "I saw someone crossing the road and asked if it was a person, so I mixed in."

Everyone: "..."

Does this work?

"You don't know, human teeth won't be paid anymore." The man whispered, "Now it can't be sold. The fields are full of people. If you have food, you will go with them. Who will buy people?"

The man let out a long sigh of relief: "If it weren't for the boss, we would definitely have to be driven into the wild."

"Where is the good life now?"

The people who came with him nodded frantically.

"I really hope that Dong's family will be a hundred years old."

"Yes, the owner is a living Buddha."

"I will give birth to my son, and my son's son will work for the boss!"

These people have arranged their children and grandchildren.

The construction of the city wall quickly began. Almost everyone began to mobilize. After the work in the ground was reduced, the walls around Zhuangzi began to be built. The substitute for cement is a mixture of soil and it is very firm after it dries. It's just that there is no concrete smoothness. Lin Yuan asked someone to make a cart, but it was made of wood, which was much heavier than iron, and it was not convenient to push, but it was more efficient than holding it.

Sometimes people push, sometimes bull and donkey pull.

In the winter, the wall was only one-third stronger, but the speed seemed to Brother Dao fast enough.

On the day of Lidong, Lin Yuan asked someone to slaughter more than 20 bamboo rats. After the stew, everyone could get some meat. The bamboo rat meat was stewed with tofu and sauerkraut, and there was cabbage inside, and enough oil and salt were added. In the eyes of the people in Zhuangzi, this is simply food that ordinary people can only have during the New Year.

Also on this day, Zhu Chongba found Lin Yuan.

Like Brother Dao and the others, he had to build a city wall. He was young, and his body became a lot stronger after eating. His arms were as thick as Lin Yuan's thighs—Lin Yuan comforted himself that this body is only ten. At the age of six, Zhu Chongba is almost twenty.

What's more, boys are originally slow to develop, and they can jump up in their twenties.

"Do you want to find coal and iron?" Lin Yuan looked at Zhu Chongba incredulously, "Do you know what's going on outside?"

Go out and look for it alone, and even if you find it, how can you get it back alone?

Zhu Chongba said seriously: "I have discussed with Brother Dao, Brother Dao will go with me, but I have to take some people away."

Lin Yuan thought about it for a while, but still didn't agree: "I have to think about it, we don't have weapons, what if you go out in danger?"

He never wanted to hear the death again.

Even if this was Zhu Chongba, even if this was the founding emperor of the Ming Dynasty, Lin Yuan didn't think he would have any special aura.

After all, Zhu Chongba in history should have set off for Huangjue Temple now.

Zhu Chongba had obviously made up his mind. He said: "Even if we have been in Zhuangzi, we still have no weapons. The city wall is just a barrier. Once someone really wants to enter, we have no weapons, just a turtle in the urn."

Lin Yuan remained silent, and after a while, he said hoarsely, "I know."

He clearly knows this, but he also knows that there is an 80% chance that someone will go out to die.

Lin Yuan pondered for almost half an hour before he said with difficulty: "Go, you and Brother Dao will look at the selection, don't hold on to it, and run away in danger."

Zhu Zhongba smiled, showing his big white teeth, taking advantage of his darker skin: "I know."

They are not soldiers, and they are not going out to fight. As long as they can save their lives, they must save their lives as much as possible.

Lin Yuan said: "I will give you both silver and grain, and I must come back safely."

Zhu Chongba: "The owner, the real living bodhisattva."

Lin Yuan jumped up and knocked on Zhu Chongba's head: "Have you seen me such a young Bodhisattva?"

Zhu Chongba laughed, he had forgotten that the club was not young enough to win the championship, and he was younger than himself.

Although the person is small, the heart is not small.