Farmer’s Little Girl

   Chapter 1239

  Qili Village began to lively the next day. Many people in the village went to the old Zhou’s house to help with cooking. It was basically women’s work.

The men gathered together, and Zhou's old man opened the ancestral hall, and a group of elderly people took Zhou Lixue to read the genealogy in the ancestral hall, and offered freshly stewed chickens and ducks to the ancestors. The Queen of the Yang re-pointed Zhou Yin and his wife to the genealogy and recorded Zhou Yin's life on the genealogy.

  Qili Village is remote and has lived here for generations. Except for the refugees who rushed in during the Jin Dynasty, only natural disasters can bring their village to the end.

  But such disasters are rare, because Qili Village is in the mountains, there is no food, there are wild vegetables, weeds, and bark, there will always be roots left.

  A family, a village with only a few people alive, can become a village after years, but it has changed from a hundred households to dozens of households, and from dozens of households to a few households.

  The 11-year drought in Dade was a test of extinction for the villagers in Qili Village.

At that time, many people in the village had already collected their bags and prepared to escape from the disaster. They had already discussed in private to go north and walk all the way to the capital, even if they were begging along the road, as long as they could survive until the end of the drought. .

However, people leave their hometowns cheap. I hope so. In the end, no one knows how many people will survive on the road. Didn’t the first group of people who left the village return only three? The rest are basically lost. On the way.

  The group of people who went out was still young and strong. They didn't lose so much, let alone the village chief who planned to lead the family.

   Just when they were hesitant, Zhou Yin brought back a bag of grain. In addition to leaving a portion for his family, he also gave a little to some orphans and widows in the village who had been out of food for several days.

   Then he pulled the young men from the village together and brought them to the county seat, nodding and bowing to find them a job to carry bags.

   Very tired, very bitter, but if I can survive, I can squeeze the grains that I get to make the young and old at home breathe.

  Relying on the job introduced by Zhou Yin, Qili Village did not go out to escape the disaster in the end, and most of the people survived.

  The owner of the firm liked Zhou Yin very much. He left the steward to deal with Luojiang County’s property, and he and the caravan took Zhou Yin away.

Everyone in Qili Village knew that Zhou Yin had sold himself as a slave. According to the rules, selling as a slave should be crossed out from the genealogy, but no one in the clan wanted to cross out Zhou Yin's name.

  The life of the old Zhou family is still very difficult. The life in Qili Village is not easy. When the year is good, you can live frugally for a year.

  When the year was bad, Le Yile's belt also passed.

Therefore, in their spare time, everyone would sit under the big banyan tree at the entrance of the village and talk about Zhou Yin’s cleverness and ability, as well as the firm’s importance to him. Will send the letter back.

  However, the villagers of the old Zhou family and Qili Village waited for a year, and after another year, Zhou Yin still had no news.

  The old Zhou family even asked people to find passing merchants to deal with, but the news that came back was not very good. It was said that the merchant's house encountered refugees and bandits on the road, the caravan was robbed, and everyone was killed...

  It is also said that there is no such business name at all. People must have been tricked into digging deep in the mountains. When entering the mine, you don’t have to think about finding someone. There is no such thing as bones and scum...

So year after year, the people in Qili Village stopped mentioning Zhou Yin, and even the old Zhou’s family stopped mentioning Zhou Yin. They thought that it’s not bad if there is no news. Maybe it’s because they are walking away with Shang. In reply, after all, it is a subordinate, involuntary...

  Until the third year of Dazhen, Zhou Yin suddenly drove a mule cart with his wife and daughter back to Qili Village with joy, and the whole village became lively.

  Like Zhang, although he was very disagreeable with Qian, and had been tit-for-tat for half his life, but had no disagreement with Zhou Yin, so he also joined in the fun.

  Not to mention other families who have a good relationship with the old Zhou family.

  The Zhou Hu and others who played with Zhou Yin that year have also become a family. They thought about Zhou Yin’s return, how to put a table of ten, everyone had a lively time.

  Zhou Yin did not object either, patted his chest and said that he would hold a banquet when he returned to the county and took the things brought by the consignment firm.

  As a result, their husband and wife did not come back.

  To say that Zhou Yin was a bandit, and the villagers who killed Qili Village did not believe it, how could Zhou Yin be a bandit?

  The bandit killed him almost!

For this reason, the officials brought Zhou Yin's fuzzy portrait to inquire. At that time, the men were questioned one by one at the entrance of the village, while the women covered the bodies of the couple with straw mats, and then dragged them to the grass together in the rain. Hid in the pile, in order not to let a trace of blood flow out, they held the tarp all the way to block the rain...

  Afterwards, he poured a few more buckets of water on the ground, and the officials who came to search for it simply fell to the ground and dealt with them away.

Then, no one dared to say anything. After nightfall, the young man in the village dug a big hole in the cemetery of the old Zhou family. He didn't even have a coffin. He could only cover the two corpses with a quilt, and then cover them with straw mats to bury them. NS……

Later, the officials came here twice, and the chief officer also watched with trepidation. In the end, the Zhou elders quietly opened the ancestral hall and drew a line on Zhou Yin’s name, pretending that he never sold him as a slave again. After returning, it has been crossed out by the genealogy.

  The matter slowly subsided, and no one came to ask Zhou Yin anymore. The matter seemed to have passed, and the villagers seemed to have forgotten it, but after all these years, everyone was not unsure.

  What exactly did Zhou Yin do outside, how he died, and how did he provoke these officials.

  Not only the villagers don’t know, even Lao Zhou’s family doesn’t know.

   went all the way to the outside yelling that King Yizhou had turned upside down. There was a fight outside, and deserters were everywhere, and then Man Bao and their letters went back to Qili Village. Only then did they know what happened twelve years ago.

   also knew that the little girl they had seen since childhood has grown up, they can sue the imperial court for her biological father.

  The old people read these things out so that the younger generations felt a little emotional when they wrote them. This time flies so fast.

  Then the village chief looked at the pen left by his grandson, and thought about asking Old Zhoutou, “Uncle Jin, should Man Bao be remembered under the name of Uncle Xiao Yin? She is an only daughter, and she is able to use her genealogy.”

  Lao Zhou thought for a while and said: "Remember."

  The village chief asked, "Is that the Zhou family or the Xia family?"

   "What do you remember about the Xia family? Of course, I remembered the Zhou family. Zhou Man, the name I gave, the second child agreed to follow Dalang and the others."

   "But isn’t Uncle Xiao Yin talking about Xia Man? After all, it’s an affair..."

  Old Zhou was unhappy, and immediately grabbed the pen and said: "Who, who said, Zhou Man! She has been calling this name for more than ten years. If you want to change her surname, then don’t remember it."

  The head of the village nodded in good faith, and the old man on the side was unhappy, and said with a toothless mouth vaguely: "Be trustworthy, be trustworthy..."

  Lao Zhoutou pretended not to hear.

  　See you at six in the afternoon

  (End of this chapter)