You can turn over the land and need manpower. When you need it, you can’t borrow people from other villages to help you every year when you do farm work. After a long time, people will have opinions, and the lack of manpower is not just our village. I am afraid that when the farm work is busy, we can’t even borrow people. "
When it comes to this matter, Lu Hua is full of sorrow and sighs.
Su Yonglin nodded and said, "It is this matter that many people have come to the General Administration. Yan Yanyun is very short of labor. Four villages in ten villages are short of manpower and borrow labor from each other during busy farming hours."
"Is there any way?"
Cherish Zhao Rui immediately look over to ask.
Su Yonglin nodded.
"Of course, there are ways. The army asks if you are willing to go back to being a farmer, if you are willing to marry a widow, and if you have it, you will count it out. Then let the peasant association organize a relative to fix the marriage, and then there will be labor in the village."
"Can it still be like this?"
Zhao Xirui was stunned.
"It’s very fashionable and unusual not to do this. Yanyun has at least 30% of the land to be abandoned, which can’t stand it."
Su Yonglin sighed, "The gold thief has conquered many local men and women, and we have forced them to die all the way south. This village is not too miserable. It is the worst village. There are only a few boys left in the old man. The oldest is only seven years old. I don’t know how to pass the orphan’s day in the whole village."
Zhao Xirui swallowed and felt that she had opened the door to a cruel new world.
Luhua side is also repeatedly sigh.
"indeed, compared with the dongpan village, our village is still pretty good. somehow, there are more than 20 people coming back, unlike dongpan village, where one hundred and thirty people’s bodies didn’t return to a few whole villages, widows and children without fathers.
The instructor there, I know Yang Tianhe, has been married to a widow in Dongpan Village for less than a month, saying that it is really pitiful for orphans and widows to stay there in my life. "
"How did this happen …"
Zhao Xirui feels unbelievable about this.
Su Yonglin walked beside Zhao Xirui and hugged Zhao Xirui.
"This is the suffering of the people. Don’t look at these four words. Every word is soaked in blood."
Cherish zhao rui was a shake looked up and looked at Su Yonglin in surprise.
Su Yonglin’s expression remained calm without any change.
Zhao Xirui knows how to write the word people’s suffering, but she doesn’t know what the real situation is behind these four words, and she doesn’t know how to write it to really write that taste.
So she continued to follow Su Yonglin and Lu Hua to the village and saw low and dilapidated houses, villagers in shabby clothes, women and children carrying farm tools and hard-working people in the field.
What you see is amazing poverty and ruin.
She didn’t dare to go in those houses, and felt that her body could repel the dark, wet and dark houses, let alone feel uncomfortable when she walked in and took a look.
In the hot sun, she also dare not think about what she would look like if she were dirty once, what her hair would look like if she were wet, and what she would look like if she were in a panic.
Those women and children are barefoot. Because of the hot weather, some women roll up their trouser legs and sleeves, and they are afraid to expose their ladies and never expose their bodies and skin, just like men.
Seeing this scene, Zhao Xirui suddenly understood what Su Yonglin said: readers don’t treat these farmers as adults.
She is pampered and graceful. She is sallow, emaciated and hardworking. At first glance, she is not a world person.
Her skin is white and beautiful, her skin is delicate, and her eyes are moist and moist, as if she can talk and smile with all kinds of amorous feelings.
And her skin is yellow and black, full of wrinkles, and she can’t look straight at her with her big hands and rough manners.
Are they the same person?
Is the difference between people really that big?
Zhao Xirui stood on the spot.
"This is their state of life. No, it’s their state of life after we came. They didn’t smile before we came here."
Su Yonglin pointed to the picture of a couple in the field bending down to mow the grass while talking and laughing. "They used to be unable to laugh, and they couldn’t straighten up all day long except worrying about their bodies and shoulders, which is not the same as now."
Deep in shock and meditation, Zhao Xirui noticed that these farmers’ faces would show a little smile from time to time except for amazing poverty.
Life is so hard, so hard. Why are they smiling?
"What, they can laugh now?"
Zhao Xirui looked up at Su Yonglin.
"Because there is hope, I wrote in my manuscript that they are not born poor, even if they are not rich, they don’t even eat rice, not because people collect too much taxes, they are completely exploited, and they are so poor.
Unlike us, we rarely collect taxes and will not force them to do corvee. They can keep most of the food they produce, not only to satisfy their stomachs, but also to have food.
If you have food, you can exchange it for money. If you get money, you can have savings. If you have savings, you can buy what you couldn’t afford in the past, you can improve your life. If they work harder and produce more food, you can get more savings.
Farmers are industrious and thrifty, and they can accumulate wealth little by little without too much exploitation, replacing dilapidated houses with big houses, changing rags into decent clothes, wearing shoes and hoods and buying more farm tools and cattle. They know that they laugh. "
Su Yonglin looked at Zhao Xirui and held her hand. "In the past, the old imperial court didn’t give them hope to exploit them all. They didn’t want to be numb, and they couldn’t laugh."
And what I want to do is to stop them from being exploited. I can’t make them produce more grain for the time being, but I won’t take more. I can make them increase their storage and give them surplus grain and money to give them hope.