Tomorrow

　　 Chapter 16 Yun Zhao, Who Seeks Hard To Eat

　　 "Boy, the wood is too thick, and you don't repair the palace. You don't need this beam and pillar. You see, that one is very suitable!"

　　 Yunfu squatted on the pile of wood, while sucking his own tambal rice and pointing his finger.

　　 Yunzhao scratched his head very much. These young people don't know how to shit. If you want to build a suitable house, you can't rely on them.

　　 But, the adults are watching the excitement, watching Yun Zhao steal his own things, all with weird smiles on their faces, but no one comes out to stop him.

　　 Not only that, there are also some people who specifically guide these children to get the most valuable wood, such as the three-foot-long beams and pillars in front of them.

　　 Yunzhao looked at the group of people and smiled silently. He has been farming in small ditches for many years. He has a narrow vision and is staggering. He just thinks about how to get cheap, and has never thought of helping others.

Yun Juan, Yun Shu was struggling to survive in the two clansmen under their noses, but they turned a blind eye. Not only that, they even divided up their fields after the parents of the two children died one after another. They took away their homestead, leaving only a small hut like a pigsty for the two children.

Yun Zhao once asked his mother why she did not help these two young people. His mother replied: The Yun family can only govern members of the Yun family. The rest of the people do not have the surname Yun, but only take shelter after the Yun family servants changed their surnames. The tenant households under the Yun family, the crowd that gradually multiplied after many years, has nothing to do with the Yun family.

Back then, before Yunjuan’s father died, he entrusted these two brothers to his original family, not to the Yun family. Therefore, Yun has no obligation to these two brothers. People in this family think that the Yun family is squeezing these two boys, and it is impossible to say that they have to give his people a sum of money, which is equivalent to spending money to buy slaves, so that the two boys can be brought back to the Yun family in a fair way.

　　 What his mother said, Yun Zhao is not unfamiliar.

　　The big family is actually not afraid of the government, not the merchants, but the farmers! For these farmers, the big families will always be vigilant.

　　The big families have the vigilance, the government has the vigilance, and even the big merchants have the vigilance...

　　 So... vigilance can easily turn into cruel exploitation, and ultimately accelerate the demise of an era.

　　 Just from the fact that most of the past dynasties were destroyed by peasant uprisings, it can be seen that peasants are the absolute masters of this world.

　　 They have their own set of values ​​and their own perception of the world. Sometimes they are warm and tearful, and sometimes they are cruel.

　　 Sometimes submissive makes people irritated, sometimes violent like a fire, wherever it goes, there is only destruction.

　　 Many people know that troubled times are coming, but no one knows better than Yun Zhao how cruel and terrible the troubled times will come...

　　 This is a group of people who are pregnant with treasures but do not know it.

　　 Yunzhao's family is almost a self-sufficient, model-style big family. The things they need to build a house can easily be found in Yun's.

　　Just, how do you build the house?

　　 A group of teenagers squatted on the vacant Yunshu, the foundation of Yunjuan's house, facing a large amount of materials for building a house, not knowing where to start.

Mr. Xu took his yellow dog and walked slowly, with a book under his arm, turning a blind eye to the group of students who stood up and saluted him, and walked straight over, but accidentally lost it. Down a book.

　　 Yunzhao quickly picked up the book, and after watching her husband go away, he looked at the title of the book.

　　 "Creating French Style"!

　　 is a chapter devoted to this category.

　　 Yunzhao opened the book... I was confused... The ancients never talked about the craftsmanship. There was too much room for fantasy.

　　 Fortunately, two pieces of paper fell out of the pages of the book—there are pictures and texts.

　　 Yunzhao once again thanked his mother for her insight, and once again thanked his own ten thousand taels of silver that did not exist.

　　 Then he greeted a large group of children, followed the steps on the drawing, and started building the house!

　　 When it was dark, a group of young people who hadn't eaten anything went home hungry but excited.

Only Yun Juan, Yun Shu, who wanted to take care of his own home was left. Since the first pillar was planted into the soil, the two brothers gave their lives to work. They were obviously hungry and weak, and they were still biting. Ya insisted-they wanted a house of their own very much, and they were willing to pay for it.

　　 When Yunzhao returned home, he had become a clay figure.

　　 Even the big white goose hates the mud on his body, and is unwilling to bite him.

　　 sat on the threshold and took off his wet clothes. Yun Zhao felt very tired.

　　 The mother came over to put on a clean shirt, looked up and down the son, and then wiped his head and face like a watermelon.

　　 From the way he wiped the watermelon, Yun Zhao could feel his mother a little angry.

　　 "How does it feel to steal your own stuff?"

　　 "I've been so idle for nothing!"

　　 "Why, know you are at a loss?"

　　 "There is no loss, as long as the house is completed, what I will let the two brothers Yunjuan do in the future, they will do what they will do, it should be a great gain."

　　 "Blindly giving benefits to others, only to raise white-eyed wolves, but also need kindness and power!"

　　 "So, I chose to steal things from our house instead of coming to you to ask."

　　 "Are you ready to be beaten? This time I will not be merciful to my mother!"

　　 "Yun Yang can fight harder, he is a little lazy today."

　　 "Oh, got it."

　　 Yunniang hugged her tired son to the kang, Yun Zhao could not help sighing after seeing his dinner, there was no noodles, only millet and salt dishes...

　　 After a lot of physical exertion, it helps to increase appetite. For this kind of battered rice which is tasteless and hurts the throat to some extent, Yun Zhao ate two bowls today.

　　 After eating a full meal, he was a little embarrassed. It was obviously a landlord’s eldest who opened his mouth and opened his mouth when he was eating. Why did he suffer such a crime at a young age?

　　 Seeing his mother personally brought the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, Yun Zhao sighed in his heart. Since ancient times, there has been no shortcut to becoming a master.

　　 Handwriting is actually very particular. The husband often said that you must be calm before you can write good words. You must have awe of the words to write good articles.

Yun Zhao has listened to these words, but it is so difficult to do it. Sitting with his back and waist for two hours in a row is a torture to others, not to mention a child like him. If Yun Zhao doesn’t have one. It's impossible for an outside heart to sit for two hours.

　　 Peace of mind, this is the biggest request of Yun Zhao, so after writing the "San Zi Jing" a hundred times, Yun Zhao will write "Hundred Family Names" and "Thousand Characters Wen" silently one hundred times each.

　　 Just like what my husband said, the smarter the child, he should use more water and stone, so that he can be successful.

　　 At night, the patter of rain finally stopped. After the clouds were blown away by the wind, the blue sky appeared.

　　 It's just that the azure blue sky quickly turned into a pale ink color. After Yun Zhaomo finished writing, the azure sky completely turned into a black brocade studded with diamonds.

The apricot flowers outside the window are withering ~www.wuxiahere.com~ Some of them fell on Yun Zhao’s table, some fell in Yun Zhao’s ink pond, and some fell tenderly into Yun Zhao’s arms. As his delicate skin slipped onto his belly.

　　 The newly embroidered apricot flower by my mother did not fall, but the color was a little dull, and there were no countless things that were lifeless.

　　 Yunzhao packed up the paper and pen, and went to the rain urn in front of the door to wash the brush.

　　 The rain is cold, but I put the brush in the rain urn, and the ink cannot be seen clearly in the night, but the brush has been cleaned.

　　 Yunfu is still pumping his Tamba rice, sparks flashing in the dark like a large firefly.

　　 This is his habit, he will not rest every day when there are no children.

　　 "Fu Bo, can you tell me about Liu Zongmin?"

　　 Fubo hid in the darkness, unable to see his expression, but his voice came over.

　　 "A simple and honest blacksmith with Lao Zi Niang on it. He is poor and unmarried. He wants to come to our house to sell crafts to make some money and find a wife for himself. What can I say."

　　 "Do you say that people's hearts will really change?"

　　 "Of course it will change. In the past, your Fu Bo only wanted to stay in Yun's ten years to repay the old general's kindness. Who knows, you stayed in Yun's unknowingly for twenty-four years.

　　 I used to think about following the swordsmen in Guanzhong, walking through the West Exit and the Western Regions. When I get older, I don’t have this thought anymore. "

　　 "Fu Bo, I want to learn knives from you!"

　　 "I know, I have seen it a long time ago, wait another year, you have not opened up now, I will teach you when you have opened up."

　　 "Fu Bo, can you practice your sword skills?"

　　 Fu Bo did not respond for a long time, until the sparks in the dark night went out, he did not respond, and after a while, Yun Zhao heard the sound of Fu Bo Yu pulling his shoes back to the room.