Chapter 95:

When I got up around five o'clock, summer was fine, and winter was a huge torture. I don’t know how much perseverance it takes to get out of the bed.
Although it is already winter, it is not snowing here in Pingjiang. Lin Yuan put on a cotton-padded coat and languidly went to eat breakfast, a bowl of porridge, a dish of side dishes and two steamed buns. Si Niang is still working as a cook, she The craftsmanship is average and can't be compared with the family chef, but Lin Yuan is used to eating, and is not ready to change.
Lin Yuan was lazy, the people were not like him, but the winter days were better than in previous years, and the feelings of the poor were the deepest.
It's been more than a month since winter. Compared with previous years, the temperature has not continued to cool down this winter, but it has not warmed up. However, none of the states and counties under Lin Yuan's rule reported mass deaths.
In winter, what Lin Yuan fears most is to freeze people to death. The consumption of a large amount of population will reduce market vitality. There is no other way except to replenish the population. But after several population replenishments before, businessmen have almost bought people in the entire north. We have all bought out, and now there is a big population gap again, the only way is to wait for people to give birth by themselves, recuperate, and regenerate slowly.
But children are not born to be able to do things, to be able to activate the market and enter the industry, they need at least more than ten years.
This winter, less than 10,000 people died from freezing, at least two-thirds less than in previous years.
Lin Yuan praised the governors and county heads of various places, and he was relieved.
Compared with Lin Yuan's situation, other places are completely different.
The lack of income for several consecutive years and the massive loss of labor have caused many peasant families to suffer a fatal blow. Most of them have begun to flee, some fled to sites under Lin Yuan's rule, and some fled to other places.
For example, Haozhou.
Without Zhu Yuanzhang, it is Sun Deya who inherits Guo Zixing now. Sun Deya is a villain. He will be able to repay him. He has many tricks and is not necessarily better than others in war. But he is a good player in instigating discord. In history, he died before Guo Zixing. With a flap of wings, he fell well.

"General." The guards walked from a small step to the side of Sun Deya. At this time, they did not dare to speak. They could only wait for Sun Deya to finish the singing and dancing. Under the high platform were the officials on both sides of the seat. Most of these officials were military attachés. He attaches importance to this, and his staff has a lot of support, but he is unwilling to call them officials.
The dancers are graceful and graceful, with spring-like appearances, thin willow waists, swinging like catkins in the wind, wearing only a light gauze, dyed red nails, looking thin, but very plump where they should be.
Sun Deya laughed while watching, and generously asked the dancers to serve his subordinates.
He likes this feeling of reward and grace.
This gave him a feeling of control over everything. The joys, sorrows, sorrows, sorrows and food of his subordinates were all given by him.
Here, he is not the emperor, but also holds the power of the emperor.
As for King Xiao Ming?
Sun Deya sneered at the corner of his mouth. How could He Deya make him look down on a boy with no hair?
After the dancers stopped singing and dancing and went to serve the men, Sun Deya picked up the wine glass, reduced his smile, and said to the guard: "What's the matter?"
The guard whispered softly: "General, here is the report, the people from several villages were gone last night..."
Sun Deya was taken aback: "Are all gone?"
Guards: "...starved to death, frozen to death, indistinguishable..."
Sun Deya: "How many people died?"
Guard: "There are more than 20,000..."
This was only reported, and more of it was not reported.
Sun Deya pondered for a moment: "Sell people to collect their corpses. If there is not enough food, ask people there to put food."
The guard bowed his head and said yes.

Yangjiacun, the village chief’s home.
"Where is the food?" Yang Rong kept pacing in the house, the dry cigarette in his hand was lit, but he didn't take a puff. His sons sat on the chairs without saying a word.
Yang Rong frowned and looked sad. Although he was the village head, his family also had to go to farm to support his family. Grain was harvested every year. The harvest was not good. Not every household could get it. There are several types of land. The first-class fields are allocated to their own surnames, the lower ones are allocated to foreigners, and the inferior ones are allocated to foreign households.
But some people in a village can't hand it in, so what should I do? It's impossible to wait for the person above to ask the crime.
He can only find a way to hand it over as the village head.
Enough things left to him, but there is no grain in the village.
Last year was not like this year. This year’s tax was heavier than last year. Last year it lasted until the beginning of the spring. Obviously, this year was unable to sustain it.
Yang Rong's hands trembled a little, and the dry smoke fell on the ground: "The above told us to put grain...Where is there grain in the granary?"
If you don't let it go, you just keep up with the people above and do the right thing. Their home will be over. If they let it go, whose food will be kept? Put their own? They don’t have enough food at home? !
Even if I eat bean dregs cakes every day, I can't survive this winter.
If you don’t have enough firewood, you can’t afford coal and carbon. Firewood seems to be easy to get. But if you cut all the trees you could cut in the past few years, if you cut deeper, you will encounter wild animals.
Yang Rong's eldest son said, "Father... or let's... run."
Yang Rong’s sons were the only ones looking for his eldest brother, Ma Shou, and quickly said: "Yes, father, there is no way to survive!"
The elder said: "I heard that in Gaoyou, as long as you can grow the land, you can eat your stomach without going hungry or freezing."
"Let's go to Gaoyou, and the official above can't take care of us."
Yang Rong: "Do you think Dad didn't think about it? Then why don't you think about it, can we run as a family? How many people are in the Yang family? Hundreds of people! So many people, how can we run? The officials are all blind! Don't you see so many of us?"
"Your second uncle, the three big masters, would you have the heart not to go with you?"
The child mumbled: "My own way to survive is almost gone, who cares about them..."
Yang Rong yelled: "Absurd! I tell you! As long as I am still alive, you will rest your thoughts as soon as possible! Our Yang family can have today because of family motto! No matter where and when, the Yang family must twist a rope! Only in this way, other people will not come to bully in order to grow. Is there anyone in this world who is more credible than relatives?
The child grew up held in the palm of his hand. He is Yang Rong’s old son. The old clam gave birth to pearls. His nickname is Zhuzhu, so he is especially not afraid of his parents. Now he replied: "That can't be a few hundred Let’s go and die together? How about you go and ask them if you are willing to provide food to help our family tide over this crisis?"
Yang Rong suddenly lost his words.
Grain is the lifeblood of farmers. They can have nothing but food.
Yang Rong knew in his heart that if he asked the Yang family to take out the grain, they would be the first to turn their faces.
"Furthermore, last time you drafted, didn't you think of a way to keep a few of our brothers?" Xiaoer said, "A few cousins ​​have gone, and none of the second uncle's house has been kept. Hate you!"
"Maybe as soon as I hear about this, I hope our family will die."
Yang Rong: "Beast! Shut up!"
The child is quite dissatisfied: "I'm telling the truth, you are not willing to listen, then what do you want to listen to? Listen to me saying that the Yang family are all one mind now, and they all listen to you as the village head, and they do what you say ?"
"I dare to say that, do you dare to believe it?"
Yang Rong couldn't catch his breath and coughed vigorously. Several sons hurried up to help him and pat him on the back.
The elder said at this time: "Father, although what Zhu Zhu said is a bit ugly, the truth is the same. Think about it again."
Yang Rong grabbed Da'er's wrist, his turbid eyes stared at the already tall and sturdy elder son, and tremblingly asked, "Boss, what do you think?"
Elder: "...Father, the conscription, some uncles hate us..."
Yang Rong has five brothers, and he has six in total.
Each of the five brothers has four sons, but only one.
The conscription is the same surname, that is, each surname counts as a family.
In the past few years, Yang Rong, in order to prevent his sons from being expropriated, reported every year to his brother's sons.
After leaving, no one was born or a corpse to be seen. There was not even a message during the holidays, and no one knew how people were.
Brothers hate him to the bone, even the best relatives will become enemies after such things.
But Yang Rong was still hiding his ears and stealing the bell. He realized that the feelings between the brothers were still there, but they couldn't get around this curve for a while. When this curve got around, they were still as brothers as before, and their relationship was broken.
The eldest said: "Father, you are selfish. Don't blame your uncle for hating you."
Yang Rong coughed heartbreakingly: "Who am I for? Who am I for?!"
Child: "Father, you are for our little family! Since they are all for survival, how can we consider our family when recruiting, but now we have to think about the whole family?"
Yang Rong: "I am the patriarch!"
The child whispered: "Not many people recognize it."
Yang Rong didn’t get angry, and pointed to the child’s breathlessness and said, "You shouldn’t have been born back then! Even if you were born, you should be drowned in the potty! You don’t need to be at this age. Be angry with you!"
Child: "Father, we are making sense!"
The sons are all older and have their own ideas. The younger ones listen to the eldest. I don’t know when, they listen to the eldest brother's words more than their own fathers. Yang Rong knows that he can’t say it anymore. People listen to themselves, the sons just find him a step down.
Yang Rong closed his eyes and said softly, "Boss, let me listen to you."
"You are good at taking care of your brothers in the future."
The boss replied in a dull voice: "Father, I know, brothers are united."
Yang Rong: "...Hey."
He hurt his brothers miserably, and he has no face to say this to his sons.
Many villages and towns in Haozhou are all performing the same play.
Sun Deya couldn't think of how this way of benefiting and pitying the people ended up like this.
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I’m here to sell off the holiday. The cold is not all right, but the cough is not so painful. There is a watch tonight (maybe later, you can watch it tomorrow)
Tomorrow is also a double watch, huh?
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