Disastrous year!Before the whole family is wiped out, a little blessing falls from the sky!

But after being busy all year round, everyone was a little unaccustomed to the sudden downtime. Lying on a warm kang for one night was fine, but sleeping day and night made our bones sore.

Finally, I don’t know who suggested it.

"Idle time is idle, let's cut down trees and build a wooden house. There are many people in Uncle Liu's family, so I'm afraid we can't live in just such a small wooden house. Let's make a living and build another one so that if we come to play in the future, we will have a place to stay. .”

This proposal was immediately supported by everyone, and the work was quickly distributed.Those who cut down trees, peeled bark, and dug foundations were busy and orderly.

When those who went home on shift came back that night, they brought axes, saw blades, and even chisels and machetes.The availability of these tools has also fueled everyone's "ambition."

The cabin has grown from one to two. It is said that the cabins are divided into men and women for convenience...

Not to mention that the Tai family were working in full swing in the mountains and forests, but that the people who were conscripted into corvee were also sweating profusely near the Beidi Palace a hundred miles away.

The palace has not been inhabited for a long time. Not only does it need repairs, but the weeds in every yard are as tall as a person, making it very difficult to tidy up.

But this is just a little tiring. Those people who are unlucky enough to be assigned to build roads will be miserable.

The potholes on the official road should be paved with gravel and compacted.

The gravel needs to be mined from the mountain, pounded, and transported by truck, all of which are laborious tasks.

But God was not kind to us. It had been raining lightly since everyone arrived at the work place.

It was raining continuously, and the cold and humid air seemed to penetrate into the bones, and there was no way it could be stopped.

Those at home have a better life, and they bring thick clothes, pants, and thick quilts, but they are always soaked by the rain, and they are as heavy as stones weighing down their bodies. They are exhausted and sweating even if they don't work.

There were more people, and of course there wasn't that much housing. Those who paid the supervisors a lot of money could get a shabby house, while the rest had to cut branches to build a temporary shed.

As for eating, I would have a bowl of sorghum rice porridge with clear soup and little water in the morning, a bowl of millet porridge at noon, and simply a muddy soup with slurry in the evening.

In this way, within seven or eight days, many people quickly lost weight, even started to have runny noses and fevers, and were about to fall ill.

The villagers from Liujiacun, Zhangjiacun, and Sanchahe were also assigned to work together because they came from the same place. A total of 100 people were responsible for the fifty-mile official road.

Even a day of exhausting work can build two or three miles. Seeing that there is a long road ahead, not to mention young people, even middle-aged men can't help but feel despair.

At noon that day, the autumn rain suddenly started to fall heavily. Everyone saw that the officials who were supervising the work were looking for shelter from the rain. They also quickly entered the ruined temple, where several bonfires were set up, and everyone crowded around to cook. After a long while, there was a trace of warmth in my body.

There was a young man who was homesick and suffered misfortune, so he couldn't help but cry softly.

Others sighed and complained.

"When will this work be completed? I'm afraid it won't be finished in a month!"

"Yes, when we arrived, I told my family that I would go back in half a month!"

"I'm not afraid of working. I'm afraid that everyone will fall ill. The mistress had a fever last night and talked nonsense."

"If I had known, I would have brought my father's cotton-padded jacket with me when I came out!"

I don’t know who mentioned Taijia Village, and their tone was full of envy.

"Why is the Tai family so lucky? They all went out and the corvee didn't come this time!"

"Yes, I have suffered a lot less, and maybe I have saved my life. If I had known it, I wouldn't have come!" Some people were clear-headed and sneered, "It's not just good luck that people from the Tai family don't come. Confidence, the fine is only three taels per person. If someone says to pay, I will pay it! My family... let alone three taels, even three hundred cents can't be paid!"

Everyone who heard this lowered their heads and remained silent.

Comparing people to each other can make people angry, but this is the difference...

They were warming themselves by the fire and talking, not knowing that someone was taking shelter from the rain in the small room next to them.

A young nobleman wore a black cloak, and behind him were two guards with swords, and an entourage who was busy guarding the fire.

The attendant listened to the gossip next door and whispered to the young noble master, "Sir, these people seem to be fellow villagers near the old master's place?"

The young nobleman nodded and asked in a low voice, "Is the food and accommodation on the construction site really poor? Didn't food be transported from all over this time? There must be one meal a day for the migrant workers, right?"

The attendant snorted coldly and responded, "Sir, you don't know that those people are like wild geese plucking their feathers. No matter how much food is transported, they will never eat it in the mouths of the migrant workers. Besides, it is a rare harvest in the north this year. They It is calculated that every family has some surplus food, and the migrant workers will bring their own dry food, so they are even more rampant.

"I went to see it secretly yesterday, and there was no rice in the rice porridge cooked in the big pot. I'm afraid the rats are eating better than the migrant workers!"

He came from a poor background and could not help but feel sorry for the migrant workers.

"Everyone is at home having a good harvest, and yet they are taken to work as soon as we receive an order. However, they are not given enough food to eat, and the wind and rain are blowing. I'm afraid someone will die within two or three days!"

Needless to say, this young nobleman is the sixth prince, and he is also Huang Kangcheng, who is in and out of the Tai family!
He frowned, gently stroking the dagger in his sleeve, and his eyes fell on the boots under his feet. They were sewn stitch by stitch by his aunt, and there was a bit more warmth in his eyes.

"That's all, let me think of a solution..."

Half an hour later, the rain became much lighter and even stopped completely.

Everyone was happy and hurried to work, otherwise they would not be able to finish the day's work and they would have to stay up late.

The officials who supervise the work don't care about the reason at all, let alone rain, even if they use a knife to do it, it won't work.

When the time comes, the whip will fall mercilessly, and no one can hold it back!

In the blink of an eye, two days later, more people in the construction site began to cough and have fever, and there was a lot of crying.

Some people are clamoring to go home, "I don't want to die outside, wuwu, I want to go home!"

Some people began to incite and shout, "Why don't we all run away together? The law will not punish everyone, and even if we are caught, we will not be killed! There are more than 2000 of us, who dares to kill so many people!"

"Yes, run away. Even if you are caught and beaten to death, you will die at home. My mother can't even find me if I'm buried here in such a mysterious way!" someone echoed.

Some people are timid and say, "No, no! We are all on the roster. What if our family members are imprisoned?"

"I can't run away, I can't stay here, what are I going to do? This damn court, this damn corvee!" He was grumpy and had already begun to throw things to vent his anger.

More than half of the hundreds of people in Liujiacun, Zhangjiacun, and Sanchahe also fell ill, and they all looked sad.

On weekdays at home, they always listen to the village chief and clan chief when it comes to matters. But now that the village chief and clan chief haven't come, they are like headless chickens and don't know what to do.

Just when everyone thought they were going to die here but didn't dare to escape, things finally took a turn for the better... (End of Chapter)