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Chapter 194 Dad doesn’t like noodles! (Here he comes!)

Zong Baosheng was a farmer in a village in Ganyu County. His father gave birth to him when he was nearly forty years old and regarded him as a treasure. Therefore, his only expectation for him was "baosheng". Survival was more important than anything else.

Before Zong Baosheng, his mother gave birth to about five children, none of whom survived. The name his father gave him seemed to have magic power. Sure enough, Zong Baosheng was in good health since he was a child, and he actually survived.

Zong Baosheng's fate was much better than that of his father. He gave birth to five sons, all of whom were alive and healthy. The older one was more than ten years old and the younger one was two or three years old. His wife was also very virtuous. It can be said that there were no

What a pity.

It's just that Zong Baosheng looks a little troubled now.

He sat on the ridge of the field, looking at the already deserted fields, his brows knitted together, his whole face was like a dried bitter melon, poverty soaked into his face.

He sat on the field ridge for a long time, and when it got dark, he stood up with a sigh. He was obviously only about forty years old, but he was as hunched over as an octogenarian.

Step by step, he walked through fields where only drought-resistant weeds grew. The villagers he met on the road were no different from him - they all had balsam pear faces soaked in bitter brine.

When everyone met, most of them could only nod feebly. Even after saying hello, they didn't want to look at each other's sad faces anymore. They looked at each other with disgust.

He returned to his yard. Although the materials used were made of bamboo and thatch, which are the most common in the countryside, they were kept clean and tidy. It can be seen that the owner is a person who loves life very much. You can tell by looking at the thatch on the roof.

Yes, this must be bundled with new thatch from last autumn.

The farm tools in the yard are neatly arranged, there are no weeds, and there is no debris such as garbage at all. It looks very tidy.

Elder Zong, the eldest son, came up to us: "Dad, Manager Zhang came to see you today and asked if our land is for sale?"

He himself was born with the name Zong Baosheng and had this experience, so he named his eldest son Zhang. Baosheng means to preserve life, and Zhang means to grow up healthy and old. Sure enough, Elder Zong also survived.

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Zong Baosheng's face turned a little bitter when he heard this.

It is easy to sell the land, but after the land is sold, life will not be secure in the future. A half-grown boy will be poor, and a five-and-a-half-year-old boy, even the emperor will have to worry about it.

But in the current situation, if the land is not sold, how can a large family survive this winter?

Zong Baosheng said: "Wait a little longer, wait a little longer."

His wife heard the commotion and came out and said: "There is nothing in the field anymore. Where are you going every day?"

Zong Baosheng hummed and said, "You know I'm in the field, and when steward Zhang comes, you don't ask the elder to call me."

The wife said: "If you sell your land, you can survive this year, but you will still starve to death next year. You can't sell it!"

Zong Baosheng's tears fell down and formed a river on his ravaged face: "But if we don't sell it... how can our family survive this winter? If we sell the land, we can live for at least one more year. The elders and the others are still young.

, one more year to live is one year..."

The wife also cried: "Head, please sell it. Sell the land and sell this house. I heard that Quanzhou is recruiting a lot of workers now. If you go there, you can find a job. The elder is also fourteen years old, and there are

Once I have the strength, I will survive these few years, grow well, and they will be able to work together, and maybe the whole family will be able to survive."

Zong Baosheng wiped away his tears and said decisively: "Sell! After selling, we will follow the Fujian people's boat to go south! Isn't it just leaving our hometown? It is a fact that people are cheap when they leave their hometown, but if there is no other way, who would be willing to leave their hometown?

, but if we are really in a desperate situation, maybe we can survive if we move a little bit!"

Elder Zong felt uncomfortable when he saw his parents like this, but he suddenly remembered something and said quickly: "Dad, Aniang, I was delivering firewood to the city the day before yesterday, and I saw someone in the city introducing what the central bank was setting up in the county.

Yes, it specifically lends money to farmers, so they can lend money to temporarily tide over the famine, and they say the interest rates are very low..."

Zong Baosheng waved his hand and said: "It's all usury! If we borrow money from usury, our family will be completely ruined and we can't borrow it! It's all those old men who use it to defraud our farmers. If we can't borrow the money, our fields will be damaged."

I was also tricked, this kind of thing happened a lot in the past years!"

The elder Zong was a little disappointed and said: "That's right...but I heard that this was specially set up by our government to help farmers survive the disaster years. Is this a lie?"

When Zong Baosheng heard the word "official family", his eyes suddenly lit up: "official family? Is it set up by the official family for us common people?"

The sect elder hesitated and said: "That seems to be the saying, but I don't understand it very well..."

Zong Baosheng's wife was also a little moved: "Head of the family, you have nothing to do. Why don't you take the elders to the city tomorrow to see if those harmful loan sharks are really from the imperial court? Maybe we can borrow a sum and

Can we survive this disaster year?"

Zong Baosheng waved his hand: "Okay, let's go see tomorrow and see if the food is ready. Let's eat first!"

The wife quickly turned around and entered the house. The elder Zong took out the wooden table that was standing in the corner of the yard, placed it in the yard, and then ran outside the yard and shouted: "Second child, third child, fourth child, it's time to eat!"

Then he went back to the house, ran to his parents' room, and picked up Lao Wu who was still sleeping. Lao Wu was so sleepy that he started to cry when he opened his mouth. The elder slapped him in the face and said, "Don't cry! Yes!"

It’s time to eat!”

Lao Wu knew the current affairs and saw that he was the elder brother. He quickly shut up, then grinned and said: "Eat, eat! I want to eat, eat!"

The elder took the youngest out of the house, and the second, third, and fourth came roaring towards him.

Zong Baosheng's wife struggled to carry out a large bucket of food with a big spoon on it. The elder quickly ran in and brought out seven or eight large bowls, one for each person. Then the hostess used a big spoon to scoop out only a thin layer of rice soup at the bottom.

Pour them into the children's big bowls, and then there will be a scene of chaos.

Zong Baosheng looked a little pleased when he saw the lively boys, but then a bitter look appeared on his face.

The next day, Zong Baosheng got up early and took his eldest son, Elder Zong, into the city. Since he was going into the city, he couldn't go empty-handed. He brought some dried seafood he had picked up from the beach, picked up a load of firewood, and went in.

The city sold firewood and dry goods, so the father and son could buy something to put their stomachs in. They also checked to see if there was any rice they could buy some. The autumn harvest had failed, and there was not much rice left at home.

The father and son walked a long way, one carrying firewood and the other carrying dry goods, and then switched to carrying firewood. Zong Baosheng felt sorry for his son, and he always had to carry firewood by himself for a short distance. When they were about to enter the city, they were already carrying firewood.

It was noon, and both father and son were already soaked to the skin.

After entering the city, I found a cool place to put down firewood and dry goods, waiting for customers to come. The elder Zong was young and his face turned red. In fact, he had some symptoms of heat stroke. Zong Baosheng was a little distressed, but he had no choice but to ask.

Said: "Are you hungry?"

The elder of the sect shook his head sensibly and said, "I'm not hungry."

Zong Baosheng smiled and touched his son's head and said: "Silly boy, how can you not be hungry? After walking for such a long time, our morning porridge was too thin, and it was gone as soon as we sweated. After a while, we sold firewood and dried it.

Come on, daddy will take you to a restaurant."

The elder's eyes shone brightly: "Dad, I want to eat noodles. I heard Agui said that the noodles in the city are very fragrant!"

Agui is the son of the Muramasa family. He has a strong family background and always follows Muramasa to the city. He is the most knowledgeable child in the village.

Zong Baosheng seemed a little distressed, but he still nodded and said: "Okay."

The father and son squatted in the shade, eagerly watching the customers come to the door. It was not until the afternoon that someone came over to ask about firewood. They quoted dozens of yuan, which was actually a bit low. However, Zong Baosheng did not bargain and directly picked the firewood.

I went to someone's yard and folded them carefully. When I checked out, I was deducted a few cents.

Zong Baosheng didn't say anything. He just accepted whatever others said. Seeing that he was honest and willing to take advantage, the man paid the price for the work at a low price. Zong Baosheng was not annoyed and was a little happy.

The father and son took hundreds of coins and found a small noodle shop and ordered a small bowl of noodles with chopped green onion. Zong Baosheng took an extra bowl, poured some noodle soup, and then pushed the whole bowl of noodles to

The elder of the sect watched eagerly.

The sect elder was surprised and said: "Dad, what about you?"

Zong Baosheng took out the steamed buns from his arms, pointed at the noodle soup and said, "My father doesn't like noodles very much, but he likes noodle soup. Noodle soup and steamed buns are a perfect match. Haha, you kid eats noodles!"

The elder Zong nodded, picked up his chopsticks and ate voraciously, but as he ate, his tears fell into the bowl, and he started to cry with sobs.

Zong Baosheng heard his son's cry. He looked over and saw the elder Zong dripping his tears into the bowl. He was furious and slapped him: "You unlucky son, why are you crying? There are good things."

Cry and cry, how can you eat when your nose is dripping with mucus!"

The sect elder was so slapped that his emotions were completely wiped out, and he looked a little confused and confused.

Zong Baosheng stared at the elder and said, "Why are you crying?"

Elder Zong only connected with the context at this moment, and finally figured out why he was crying. His mouth tightened, and tears began to flow down his face. Zong Baosheng moved the noodle bowl away calmly.

The elder of the sect choked up and said: "Dad...you tell me, we have worked hard to cultivate the land and grow wheat for a year, why can't we even afford a bowl of noodles?"

Zong Baosheng was stunned and said: "God forbids people to live. If the year is good, of course you can have enough to eat."

Elder Zong felt something was wrong, but he didn't know what was wrong, so he stopped talking. Zong Baosheng urged Elder Zong to finish eating quickly, and then the father and son ran to the county government office.

(End of chapter)