"You said this, it's right." Changsun Jin's eyes lit up and he shouted: "The river water blocks the river, and it's not so easy to get rid of people. If you force people to ashore, the official road to CD Mansion is rugged, and there are many steep mountains along the way, so it's much easier to start."

Changsun Hao grinned and sneered: "It's time to eat, Erlang, go in!"

Changsun Hong followed him to the kitchen, but Changsun Jin muttered behind him, "Since you have thought of it, should you remind the county magistrate and the others?"

Changsun Hao didn't look back and entered the kitchen, leaving a sentence: "What do you care about so many things? We want to do, can so many people in the government think of it? They have already gone to the county town and stayed in the city these two days, waiting to see if the river can be cleared. The city wall is so high and there are many people, can the people from the Tang Sect fly in?"

Changsun Jin was stunned for a moment, then smiled, followed him into the kitchen and sat at the table: "In this way, we will have nothing to do, it's great!"

Changsun Hao sat on the other side of the table with his knees and glared at him, shook his head and said, "How come we have nothing to do? The matter of clearing the river depends on several villages along the river. Just now, the county magistrate sent someone to say that tomorrow we will recruit civilians according to corvee service."

Zhang took the rice bowl and vegetable bowl on the table. After hearing this, he became worried and said softly: "His father, the fields are busy farming. Tomorrow's recruitment will cause the farming season in the village."

"I don't know, but my arm can't twist my thighs." Changsun Hao sighed and said, "The county has issued an order. The prefecture has heard that people will be sent to us. We are just a small village like this, but we can only obey the orders."

He picked up his rice bowl and drank a bite of rice. Changsun Hao said again: "Tomorrow, try to let families with more children in their families give birth. If there are few children, please hide if you can."

The family fell silent and let the stuffy air cover their heads. During the busy farming season, recruiting the people was extremely harmful to the farmers. After all the people were taken away, there was naturally no one in the field. The farm work was heavy, and the elderly, the weak, the sick and the disabled could not be managed. Generally, the government would choose to slack farming during the slack farming season. It was very irresponsible to collect the people regardless of the sluggishness.

After dinner, Changsun Hao went out to Li Xian's house to discuss the matters of tomorrow's civil servants. He had to listen to his meaning. The farmers in the village were all tenants of the Li Xian's family. In fact, Li Xian had the final say on which family to use.

It was dark, Changsun Jin and Changsun Hong went back to their house early and continued to massage and tell stories. However, that night, Changsun Hong made different requests, and he wanted to listen to the customs and customs of all parts of the Song Dynasty.

This stumped Changsun Jin. He has not been to many places and has been in the northwest border for most of his life. The situation in other places has only been heard of, but has never seen it with his own eyes.

However, Changsun Hong doesn't care. He can also hearsay. The key is to listen to a general idea. The purpose is to understand the current Song Dynasty, what produces, what is missing, what is planted in the north, what is planted in the south, and so on. So during the listening process, he kept asking questions, and Changsun Jin was in a difficult position. He even found that Changsun Hong, who asked questions, seemed to know more than the person who answered the questions, and often corrected the mistakes in his answers.

He asked suspiciously how Changsun Hong knew. Changsun Hong seemed to say casually that it was written in the book. Changsun Jin was envious. It turned out that there was a golden house in the book, and he could know the world without going out.

The two of them talked very late, and when they were sleeping, they went to bed. Before going to bed, Changsun Hong noticed that his father had gone to Li Xian's house and had not come back yet. Obviously, the matter of pursuing a husband was very troublesome.

After dawn the next day, while Changsun Hong was running with a bucket and a dog, he heard someone ringing the gong and calling out some people's names, loudly asking them to gather at the entrance of the village in a quarter of an hour, and Bao Zheng had something to say.

Changsun Hong understood that these were all people who wanted to clear the waterway in the river. The families on the river were all water-oriented, so it didn't matter if they dived to move stones. It was just that the time was too fast. The autumn harvest and threshing were just when using people. What should we do in the fields? Those who were called to the name looked worried. One of the two brothers from the Gouzi family was also called, which made the Gouzi sigh and complain that he had to go to the fields to help. He was afraid that he would not have time to practice martial arts every afternoon.

Changsun Hong could only comfort him, saying that practicing martial arts is about efficiency, and time is secondary. As long as you have the determination, it is enough to practice a little time before going to bed at night.

That being said, the dog still looked unwilling. After running, he carried the water and left in a depressed mood. Changsun Hong slowly returned with a full bucket of water. He was the only one at home, and Zhang also went downstairs. No one cared about him because he wanted him to study and was not allowed to help in the fields. He could only sit at home and write.

When grinding ink and laying paper, Changsun Hong wrote the sample of the copybook for more than two hours. He felt that the thin gold pen tip was becoming more and more similar. Every time he wrote a word, he had a little diligence and was happy. After practicing hard for the past few months, he finally gained something. The soft-brush calligraphy is no longer as unsightly as it was at the beginning. He gradually had strokes and the minimum quality of a scholar.

Standing up and stretching, Changsun Hong looked at the sun outside the window. It was already noon. No wonder he became hungry. He went to the kitchen to scooped a bowl of brown rice porridge that Zhang had left him in the morning, and ate it with pickled radish. After so long, Changsun Hong had already become accustomed to the hard life that could not be discussed in simple food and rice. He only wanted to be full and didn't care about anything else.

As the saying goes, half a young man eats poor man, which means that teenagers eat long meals. Adolescence requires a lot of nutrition to help grow up, and often eat more than an adult. Changsun Hong is no exception. How can a bowl of porridge be used as lunch?

But it doesn't matter. He is a rich man. He went to the hole in the corner to find out his private money. Changsun Hong went out with a dozen quotas in his arms.

Everyone knows Lijia Village and cannot spend money here. Changsun Hongxin walked towards Zhangjia Village. When he arrived at the entrance of the village, he saw that Ding Zhuang was also guarding the intersection and checking strangers. Changsun Hong was from the neighboring village and a child. After asking a few questions, he let it go.

After entering the village, he stood at the entrance of Zhang's workshop and saw the rice mills being busy inside. However, a group of apprentices were taking action. Zhang did not take an axe and saw, but instead stood aside and negotiated with several buyers.

It seems that the business is good. This year, the weather is good, the harvest in the fields is good, and the demand for rice mills must be very high. As long as the advertisement is released, people know the benefits of this thing, and orders will naturally roll in.
Chapter completed!