After entering the book, I took the Party A system to escape famine

Chapter 327 A Letter From My Hometown

Spring goes and autumn comes, autumn harvests and winter hides.

Looking at the rolling mountains in the north, Zhu Wuliu really felt a little homesick.

The bedding at home has just been replaced with new cotton this year. Before he left, he even troubled the villagers to make four red lanterns. He just waited for the end of the year to hang up. One pair was hung in front of the fenced yard, and the other pair was hung on the eaves. under.

At night, the whole family is brightly lit, and the family sits by the stove, he drinks, and the children recite poems, how pleasant it is.

Now let's think back, although the sky is still above the head, but the ground under the feet is no longer black ground.

Zhu Wuliu looked at the busy people in the distance of the camp, put his hands in his sleeves, shrugged and walked down the mountain.

"Brother Zhu—"

Ok?
Zhu Wuliu paused, turned his head to look, and saw the old man walking towards here with his trousers rolled up, waving his hands.

It is the scribe in the magistrate.

"There is a letter from you, from Youzhou!"

Zhu Wuliu's eyes lit up, and he couldn't wait for someone to come to him, so he strode up to meet him. "A letter from Youzhou? For me?"

The scribe is not very old, but his body is weaker than his peers after sitting for a long time, and he is tired and out of breath after climbing a slope.

"Yes, it's for you, it was delivered by a courier from Youzhou."

Zhu Wuliu took the yellowed envelope, looked at the five words of Zhu Wuliu's relatives on it, a rush of blood revered in his mind, and almost instantly, the blood turned into tears and filled his eyes.

"Whose writing is this? Why can't you recognize it?" Zhu Wuliu's voice was a little choked up.

The scribe patted him on the shoulder with a smile, "I heard it was sent by the scribe from Youzhou Prefecture."

"Oh?" Zhu Wuliu sniffed and read the letter.

In this way, the characters are getting more and more familiar, and they really look like Lao Zhu's font.

"What? Brother Zhu and that adult know each other?"

Zhu Wuliu nodded, then changed his mind and said: "Back then we were refugees, not local households in Qingmen County. Thanks to this lord who has done all the work for us, we have settled in Taohua Village now.

My lord is a good man. "

Seeing the other person, he didn't ask any more questions, Zhu Wuliu said a few polite words and then called people back to the house.

He doesn't know a lot about the affairs of the court, but he knows that there are also a lot of things in their village.

The family, the country, and the world, in fact, all have the same reason.

If you live in the east, you will also wonder what the life of the people in the west is like, and who the people in the west are, just like the old lady chatting on the kang.

You can talk about it, but you can't go too deep.

If you say it deeply, it will change the taste after being listened to by caring people.

If we say we have known each other for a long time, will others suspect our motives at the beginning, and will they think that Zhu Huaiyu is behind the scenes?

These non-existent things are all passed on once, and then they change after being passed on.

Therefore, Zhu Wuliu looked at the clerk of Qingmen County who was slanting down the mountain, and said silently in his heart: I'm sorry, brother, it's not that we don't believe you, we don't want to cause trouble for others, even if it is a ten thousandth One possibility.

But after I said that, don't you feel at ease about our character?
We take what others do, and we will take what you do.

Take this letter for example.

Zhu Wuliu couldn't wait to open this letter.

He also called Zhou Huan back.

Xiaopang held the corner of the letter and waved it in front of people's eyes.

Aren't you very worried about your business, Zhu Huaiyu wrote us a letter, maybe there is something you are thinking about in the letter, come and have a look together.

In the tent, Sun Peifang, Zhu Wuliu and Zhou Huan sat in a row.

Before the letter was opened, Sun Peifang was about to get started.

Zhu Wuliu: "You said you don't know many characters, so what's the use of rushing to read them? You just wait for me to read them out."

Sun Peifang snorted.

That's right, even if Sun Peifang got it, she skipped ten lines and handed it back to Zhu Wuliu.

But it’s inexplicable, and if it’s not good, I always want to get started and touch it, and I want to see it even if I don’t understand it.

"Uncle, hurry up and tell me what's written on it."

Zhu Wuliu laughed.

Well, let's read it, cherish words like gold.

Spread out the letter paper, the first sentence is very official, I wish Huaiyu hello to everyone, mainly to Zhu Wuliu.

Looking further down, Zhu Wuliu's voice became softer as he read.

When he was about to lose his hearing, Zhu Wuliu chuckled.

Zhou Huan: "What's wrong? Are you okay at home?"

Zhu Wuliu pointed to the letter, "It's not just that it's okay, the family is doing well! It's because your grandma Jin can't write. I begged Sun Lichang, but Sun Lichang was dazzled, and the old lady went directly to the gate of the yamen to block Lao Zhu is gone."

That's right, that's what happened.

The old lady Jin said that it has been a long time since she dangled in front of your eyes. Do you miss her at all?
Don't think about things at home, the bathing pool and the embroidery workshop are fine, there are dicks watching over the food, there is my old lady at the front desk, there are people above us, our family does not cause trouble and is not afraid of trouble.

The cows are not doing well these days, and they don’t produce much milk, so we will raise them and pair them to give birth to cows.

By the way, we don’t have enough milk, so we can’t make food even if we eat it. We feel distressed if we drink that little milk, and if we don’t drink it, it won’t be enough to make cheese.

So I created a method of wiping people's back with milk, new and old customers like it very much!Nothing to say about our service.

It’s just that many old customers in the bath miss Boss Zhou, let me say hello to Boss Zhou on their behalf, hehe.

Then there is the land at home, you don’t have to worry about it, our family helped Mr. Sun Lichang’s house clean up for you.

The remaining stalks are fed to pigs in winter.

I haven’t told you yet, we have bought pigs, and there are two piglets in the family, and they will all be raised next year when they grow up. One will sell pork and the other will be kept for our own food.

Old lady, my family is quite bullish. I bought two small ones and one big one in the first year. I slaughtered the big one this year for Chinese New Year.
At that time, I will leave you a piece of pork tenderloin, which will be hung on the beams of the house for you to store.

Tell me, you've been away for so long now, and you don't know if you can come back after the beginning of winter. The family members are thinking about it.

Hey, I can't say any more, I should wipe my tears after talking too much, old woman, you said that we haven't been separated for such a long time in these years.

Do you still miss it?
Zhu Wuliu laughed.

This old lady's nonsense should also be written by Lao Zhu.

Sun Peifang wiped away two tears, "It's all my aunt's true feelings, and my aunt is not educated, so it's great to think of our family and write to us."

Zhu Wuliu was stared at inexplicably, and said with a guilty conscience: "You looked at me and didn't say anything wrong?"

"Uncle, keep reading, are you finished?"

Zhu Wuliu read it over and over again, and there was a section written by Cuiyun to Da Zhuang, so let's not read it.

Nothing else, that's all.

The old lady babbled a letter like she was chattering homely, and said nothing else.

"Brother! I heard that there is a letter from home?"

Sun Xingde got into the room with a silly smile on his face, stopped his feet when he came in, and forgot to pretend to knock on the door when it was over.

Very rude.

Zhu Wuliu swallowed, "Ah, here's a letter, your mother entrusted someone to write it."

Sun Xingde's eyes lit up, "My mother asked someone to write it?! Really?! Show me."

With the letter in his hand, Sun Xingde looked at Tianshu with a more silly smile on his face.

"Brother, I can't read, what did my mother write?"

Your mother didn't mention you a word, but I want to tell you like this, isn't it bad?

(End of this chapter)