Chapter 300 Yunzhou is in full swing
No matter how long-term the plan is, the road still has to be taken step by step.
This winter is the busiest winter in Fuming Town!
"Aunt Geng, do you think you need someone else to do the work of that tuft of wool? My eldest girl is very clever and handy. Even though she is only thirteen years old, she is very patient and can sit for an entire day in one sitting. God!”
An old woman with yellow teeth at the door diligently served Aunt Geng tea and water.
Seeing Aunt Geng sit down, the old woman took out five eggs from the satchel beside her with a pained look on her face and stuffed them into Aunt Geng.
Aunt Geng raised her eyebrows: "Old Mrs. Huang, what are you doing? In your eyes, am I like this person?! The governor trusts me and entrusts me with the job of rubbing wool. I I won't do this right It’s a matter of personal gain! We followed the governor all the way from Kyoto to Fuming Town.” Speaking of this, Aunt Geng felt extremely proud. Who else could have such courage as her own? What experience? I’ve climbed mountains, been to grasslands, and fought against Tatars!
"Yes, yes, among the neighbors in this street, who doesn't know that your Aunt Geng is the most fair! It's just..." Old Mrs. Huang's eyes were red and she insisted on giving the egg to Aunt Geng.
Unexpectedly, Aunt Geng said she didn’t want it. She really didn’t want it. For a moment, Old Mrs. Huang didn’t know what to do, and there was a trace of despair in her eyes.
Seeing that Mrs. Huang finally stopped forcing herself, Aunt Geng said: "Old Mrs. Huang, don't worry! The governor has an explanation for the work of this handful of wool."
Hearing the four words of the governor Words, people watching the fun outside the house couldn't help but pricked up their ears.
Aunt Geng glanced at the crowd and said in a loud voice: "The governor said that there are three priorities for the job of rubbing wool! Priority is given to the elderly who are alone and widowed, priority is given to those with disabled hands and feet, and priority is given to those with family members who sacrificed their lives for the country!"
Old Mrs. Huang couldn't believe what she heard and froze in place.
Aunt Geng held Old Mrs. Huang's cracked hands and smiled gently: "Old Mrs. Huang, even if you don't come to me, I will still go to you. Your only son, Huang Mancang, died three years ago During the battle to defend the city, you were hit by five arrows, but you still defended the city gate, and finally bled to death. Are you willing to do the job of rubbing wool? "
Old Mrs. Huang felt like there was a ball of cotton wool stuck in her throat, making her speechless and she could only nod her head heavily.
Hearing these words, someone outside the door suddenly said: "Huang Mancang's death three years ago did not happen under the governor's rule. Does the governor agree?"
Old Mrs. Huang followed the sound angrily and saw that the person asking the question was her neighbor, Mrs. Wang.
At this time, Mrs. Wang's eyes were scarlet and her head was as high as a fighting cock.
When Aunt Geng saw the people around her looking at her with burning eyes, she became angry and said loudly: "Recognize! The governor said that all the soldiers who are guarding the territory and expanding the territory here cannot be called They were bleeding and heartbroken, so whether it was three years ago, five years ago or ten years ago, we accept it!”
As soon as these words came out, the surrounding area exploded.
“Aunt Geng, my second son died of exhaustion on the city wall four years ago!”
“Aunt Geng, my husband participated in five battles to defend the city and was missing an arm and a leg. Legs!”
“Aunt Geng, my eldest brother…”
Seeing that the crowd was about to burst through the threshold, Aunt Geng stepped on the table, put her hands on her hips and said: "Fellows, listen to me! Scholars have come to inquire about the conditions of each of your households and recorded them in the book. We will according to each According to the situation of the family, quotas will be allocated! ”
Only then did everyone remember that before the market opened, someone from home had indeed asked how many people in the family had participated in the battle to defend the city, and compared it with the soldier book.
It turns out that at that time, the governor was already making a living for the people! The crowd was still surrounding Aunt Geng, chattering and recommending themselves.
Old Mrs. Huang took the big girl, and Mrs. Wang got out of the crowd and walked all the way home. None of the three of them spoke, and they were all thinking about the work of rubbing wool.
This work is actually quite tiring. You have to keep rubbing the wool with both hands to make it into threads. At the end of the day, your back will be sore and your palms will be red and swollen after two or three days.
Although this time the wool went through a special starching process, it was still hard work.
Even this kind of hard work is something that everyone in Fuming Town is fighting for, because there are so few ways to make money in Fuming Town!
As soon as Mrs. Huang arrived home, she dug out a large bowl of wheat and cut a small piece of mutton into it.
The mutton was cut so thin that the shadow could almost be seen through. Even so, there were only less than ten pieces.
This time, Mrs. Huang did not add more water, but made a solid bowl of meat rice with rice.
"Big Niu, eat more. Tomorrow, we will go to work in the wool workshop!" Old Mrs. Huang picked out the meat slices and put them into Big Niu's bowl.
The big girl swallowed, but still gave the half-stuffed meat slices to Mrs. Huang: "Milk, you eat too! We have two places in our family, and we will definitely be able to have enough for every meal in the future! ”
Old Mrs. Huang ate the wheat rice with big mouthfuls, and tears fell down her cheeks: "Hey! Our girl is so good!"
There was a slamming door in the yard next door, and then there was a loud scolding from Mrs. Wang .
“You little whore, you must lock the door for me tonight!”
"Mom, we're going to run out of rice at home."
Old Mrs. Wang's skinny figure blocked the door. She was about to continue cursing, but found that her voice was choked and the words were stuck in her throat, unable to speak!
The female voice choked with sobs, and was desolate and hard: "Mom, I know you feel sorry for me. But there is no way, I really can't find any other work. We, a family of three, can't starve to death here!" Saburo under the Jiuquan will risk his life to protect us, we have to survive!”
Hearing the name of her son who died tragically, Aunt Wang couldn't help but burst into tears: "This debt collector, how could I give birth to such a debt collector! He was dead, how can we live as mothers?!"< br>
Following this were the faint cries of children and the suppressed cries of women.
The whole family hugged each other and cried, which made people feel very uncomfortable after hearing this.
Old Mrs. Huang sighed, her son was still a junior corps leader, and although the pension was not fully paid, it was enough for the two of them to survive.
But in the Wang family next door, that Saburo is just a top soldier, how much money can he get?
Sanlang's daughter-in-law is beautiful, but her body is weak. Mrs. Wang suffers from the disease of wealth. Her monthly medication costs a lot, and her child is only three or four years old.
What else can Saburo's wife do besides selling her skin?
When the crying gradually subsided, Mrs. Wang wiped her face and said firmly: "We don't do this job anymore! The governor said that no matter what year it happened, she recognized it! My son also went to the battlefield back then. Those who have killed Tatars must have a share of the work of this bunch of wool.”< br>
Old Mrs. Wang held her daughter-in-law's hands tightly: "With the governor here, our life will be better and better! You go to the wool factory to knead wool, and I will go to pick yellow mud outside the city!"
(End of this chapter)