Datang Nongsheng

Chapter 1 The Backward Farming Society

Somehow, Sun Xiangfu came to this world inexplicably, a world similar to the Tang Dynasty, and the time just happened to catch up with Li Shimin a few days after the Xuanwu Gate coup.

Of course, this so-called coup has nothing to do with Sun Xiangfu at this time. His location is just a dilapidated small mountain village outside Xinfeng County, more than 100 miles away from Chang'an City. Events, in the eyes of a farmer like him, are heard as stories.

At this moment, a group of cavalry came to this village with a piece of bright yellow silk cloth soaked in sweat and began to tell the story. , You and other farmers should respond to the call of the new prince, be diligent in farming, and serve the country.

Perhaps this team of cavalry ran through too many villages in a row. When they saw the small river with green water flowing around the village, the cavalry captain called out to the farmers gathered at the entrance of the village, "Bring some firewood and iron pots." , I'm going to have lunch here, don't worry, you don't need to pay for food, just boil some hot water."

The villagers scattered, and Sun Xiangfu, who was forcibly pulled by the village chief, also wanted to retreat with the crowd. His soul had been here for three days, and his mind was always dizzy. He thought it was a dream and looked forward to waking up.

"I said, Xiangfu, hasn't the iron pot in your house been worn out a long time ago, why are you running home, and go outside the village to pick up some dry firewood to deal with it."

A man dressed like a beggar who looked to be in his twenties pulled the expressionless Sun Xiangfu and said.

The man's name is Sun Dali, he is not tall and not strong. In fact, there is no tall and strong man in this unnamed village, and in Sun Xiangfu's view, everyone in this village is dressed like a beggar. After so many years of war and chaos at the end of the war, how many sets of clothes can the farmer's house have to change and wash?
Through the memory of the original owner of this body, Sun Xiangfu knew that the people in this village were immigrants from the northern war-torn area ordered by Emperor Li Yuan in the eighth year of Wude to enrich the population of Guanzhong. After the move, the government did not have any specific arrangements. With regard to their household registration, a piece of wasteland was randomly assigned to them, a village head was appointed, and they were left to fend for themselves.

Therefore, the population of this village has dropped from more than 200 to about 150 in more than a year, and they all died of starvation and disease.Fortunately, the remaining people used their tenacious labor force to open up more than 1000 mu of fields. This year, they barely gained a foothold. Relying on the output of the fields, there should not be too many deaths in winter.

"Oh, yes! Now that you said that, I remembered that I haven't cooked in a pot for a few days."

Since they are the only ones with the same surname in the village, Sun Xiangfu and Sun Dali are still familiar with each other, and they habitually agreed. A nine-year-old brother and a seven-year-old sister lived in the shack covered with straw. I remember that when I went out just now, these two little guys were still lying on the bed and didn't get up!
"It's broken, Xiaoer and Sanya probably fainted at home from hunger."

At this moment, Sun Xiangfu's emotions were full of guilt. Although the two children looked a little strange to him, they might have been influenced by the original owner of the body!This feeling of blood connection made Sun Xiangfu, who was an only child in his previous life, feel very strange.

"Then don't go looking for firewood. I still have a few bundles of firewood in my house. I will give it to the officers and soldiers in your name. Go home and have a look! There are no relatives in this world."

Sun Xiangfu glanced at Sun Dali gratefully, then turned his head and ran to his home. He remembered that more than a year ago, the parents of the original owner of this body died of illness because of long-term starvation and malnutrition. They were only in their 30s at the time, so they should be considered in their prime.

Pushing open the door of the house woven of thatch and reeds, Sun Xiangfu saw two motionless children on the bed at a glance. After pushing twice, the second younger brother Sun Deshou opened his eyes in confusion. After seeing Sun Xiangfu's face, he just gently He snorted, then stopped moving, and the younger sister had no name, and everyone always called him Sun Xiaomei. At this moment, the situation was worse than that of Sun Deshou. Although he still had breath, he couldn't wake up at all.

In a hurry, Sun Xiangfu searched the two thatched shacks at home, but he couldn't find anything edible, so he had to fill some cold water with a broken pottery bowl with many holes in the house, and pour it down for his younger siblings. They also knew how to swallow, and after each filled half a bowl of water, they thought that there should be no danger of their lives for a while, so they hurried out of the house again.

Food, at this moment, he is in urgent need of food, and now it is midsummer, the millet and wheat in the field have not yet sprouted ears, and they are not edible at all. He glanced at the stalks, and a few locusts jumped from time to time It was barely enough to be used as food, and Sun Xiangfu broke into a sweat in order to find a bite to eat.

The situation of each family in the village is not much better than that of Sun Xiangfu’s family. It is not bad if you can find more than two bites of food a day. Usually, they eat one meal a day when they are hungry. Probably no way. The soldiers at the entrance of the village that Sun Xiangfu thought of immediately had grain bags on their horses, and there should be grain in them.

After a while, Sun Xiangfu came to the entrance of the village again. At this time, some fast-moving villagers had already brought their own iron pots or even clay pots. The villagers who brought the pot are enthusiastically helping them pick up gravel and set up the pot. At this moment, most of them are thinking in their hearts that these officials must not have too much appetite. If they leave some pot bottoms for them, today's days will be over. up.

"Several military lords, this millet porridge is ready in a while, can you share a small bowl, no, half a bowl is fine, a pair of younger brothers and sisters in the family have fainted from hunger, if they don't eat, they probably won't survive today."

While talking, seeing the disgusted eyes of the officers and soldiers looking at him, Sun Xiangfu took the initiative to reduce the bowl to half a bowl. At this moment, he happened to be holding the pottery bowl with many small mouths missing in his hand. beggar like.

"Too many people starve to death every day in this world. It's the first time I've seen someone who started to think of a solution when they were about to die. Do you think this soldier is easy to deceive, kid?"

The cavalry captain lit the firewood in the middle of the pile of rubble with two flints, turned around and put a pot full of millet and water on the pile of stones, and then turned to look at Sun Xiangfu and spoke.

Sun Xiangfu looks fifteen or sixteen years old. Although he is as thin as a hemp stick, he is about 1.7 meters tall. His complexion looks very good, but he is full of energy. Perhaps it is because of the soul wear, there are posterity in his eyes That Sun Xiangfu's temperament, that is a master's degree student specializing in agriculture, a senior intellectual.

This kind of temperament makes him look like a person who is about to die of starvation at all. You don't look like a person who is about to die of starvation, but your family is about to die of starvation. This is unreasonable!Cavalry captain Zhang Yong firmly believed that Sun Xiangfu had come to cheat for food, and he had seen a lot of such people these days.

"The boy will never dare to lie to the military master. If the military master can even out half a bowl of millet porridge, the boy will keep it until the military master finishes eating, and make up for the consumed rice with other food."

Perhaps realizing that his performance just now was a little different from that of the obedient peasants in this world, Sun Xiangfu imitated the etiquette of the ancients in TV dramas, cupped his fists and bowed to the cavalry captain.

"Hehe, since you have a way to find food, why did you come to find us?" The captain of the cavalry saw this standard literati etiquette, but he became interested in this young boy dressed as a beggar, and while pulling the rubble pile firewood, he asked.

"I can't explain this matter clearly in a few words. If the military master feels that he is at a loss, he can cut off my head." Sun Xiangfu said sincerely, but his eyes kept looking around the village, and his soul passed through for three days. It was the first time for him to take a good look at this world, and he didn't believe that with the huge amount of knowledge he brought to future generations, he would not be able to find anything to eat in this world.

"You're a ruthless boy. You dare to gamble your life for half a bowl of millet porridge. Well, I'll put an extra handful of millet into the pot and see what you find to eat." Zhang Yong said. , untied his own grain bag, and sprinkled a handful of millet into the iron pot. There was plenty of food for the march, and if he used it too much for one meal, he would starve later, so he didn't dare to use it indiscriminately.

(End of this chapter)