The farmers of Lizhuang are all engaged in the vigorous movement of making steamed buns, and the strong men are responsible for dealing with the truckload of live pigs that have been purchased. The huge cow was grinding noodles with a few half-old men, and the time was a little rushed, Yun Yue wanted to get a windmill or something after the winter. In the harsh winter construction, it is to find a smoke by yourself, and Yun Yue has no interest in making herself uncomfortable.

The children of Lizhuang are all over the field to collect pepper and wild onions, and the peppercorns and wild onions on the nearby barren mountains are all collected. Now the small talk of the buns is Chinese cabbage and big radish, and it is in autumn that there are so many of these two things.

Jing Da was carrying a bamboo stick, followed by two and a half large minions. Full of Zhuangzi's bad luck in looking for children, black mud in the nails of long nails, open defecation, and lice in the hair. They were all scarred by the small bamboo strips of Jing Da, and Yun Yue found that this kid's psychology seemed to be a little distorted. Every time I finish smoking, I still sprinkle salt on the wound. This pain caused the children to run away when they saw Jing Da as if they had seen Hades. However, Jing Da is agile and can always jump over the ridge to catch one or two unlucky eggs for his own indiscriminate prostitution.

In the face of harsh torture, the children's hygiene has improved like never before. Although the children in Manlizhuang are in shabby clothes, they are all cleanly washed. Even if it's a little cold, the first thing you do in the morning is to wash your face. lest there be mud spots on his face, and he will be caught and punished by the vicious thorn.

The women followed Rui'er to learn to make steamed buns, and their skills improved greatly. They know that this is a livelihood for eating, and the buns must be wrapped in thin skin and big filling. The size must be consistent, otherwise buyers will pick and choose.

Rui'er was holding a cloth towel on her head, and her snow-white face was flushed. The two sleeves were rolled up high, revealing the arms like green lotus. Qianqianyu had flour on her fingers, and kept instructing the girls and mothers-in-law in Lizhuang to make steamed buns.

Calluses and wrinkled hands were clumsy but serious, and they worked hard to wrap each bun. The whole Zhuangzi still pointed to this thing to eat, and Mr. Yun used the money from the sale of buns to buy a lot of linen cloth and grain. And he brought something black, and said it was coal. I didn't see any big pieces, they were all noodles and I didn't know how to burn them. Whatever, it's all men's work. Women's families, as long as they wrap the buns and do a good job of meticulous work.

"Miss Rui'er is beautiful and beautiful, I don't know which blessed person can marry you in the future."

"Zhang's family, you are talking nonsense again. The people of Miss Rui'er's Mr. Yun's family naturally follow Mr. Yun. What are you talking nonsense! ”

"Yo! Look, Miss Rui'er blushed. ”

Women are inevitably gossip when they are together, and the ingenious Ruier naturally becomes the focus of public opinion. The girls and mothers-in-law laughed, but their subordinates were not idle. After a while, another basket of steamed buns came to the pot.

Rui'er dusted off the face on her hand, as if inadvertently glancing in the direction of the village. Yun Yue is teaching the farmers how to make kang and how to make honeycomb coal.

Winter is coming, Yun Yue doesn't think it anyway. Those dilapidated thatched huts were able to withstand the harsh winter cold, and life was harsh during the Warring States period. Yun Yue couldn't imagine it anyway. The ancestors of the Chinese nation lived under such harsh conditions.

I don't have to say anything about the work of the big bolt and the second bolt, but the mouth is stupid and stupid. Yun Yue, who was helpless, had no choice but to personally teach these dealers to make fire kangs.

"Uncle Niu, Uncle Niu's is not good. Our family's carriage carrying buns was stopped by the city gate official, saying that he wanted to pay taxes. Erdan reasoned with them, the car was lifted, and people were arrested. A dealer ran in in a panic, one eye sealed. There was still blood on his face, and he staggered as if he was running, obviously his physical strength had reached the extreme.

Immediately, a few farmers ran forward to support them, and the huge cow eagerly asked, "What the hell is going on, why do you suddenly collect taxes?" Didn't you confiscate taxes when you used to hit the city gates? ”

"I don't know what's wrong, as soon as I arrive at the city gate today, the official will let me pay taxes. As soon as Erdan said a few words, he was knocked to the ground by a group of soldiers. I hurriedly ran back to deliver the letter, and now I don't know if the second egg is dead or alive. ”

"Let's go, go to the city gates." A group of people looked at Yun Yue, this young man had become the backbone of the old and young in Lizhuang. Zhuang Ke let people fight, Yun Yue naturally will not rest. Immediately took a few of Zhuangzi's best descendants to the city gate, and the huge ox followed with a whistle stick.

"Don't go!" Yun Yue glanced at the hunched and skinny huge cow, this old man who did not live up to his name, it was estimated that he would break his waist if he was kicked in the waist.

"Mu Shi, I'll go and see. The old arms and legs are careless, don't panic! The huge cowbath didn't hear it, and the rickety body carried the whistle stick, which seemed to have a different kind of momentum.

More than a dozen men slaughtered towards the city gate, as long as they lived in a Zhuangzi in this era, they were villagers who shared honor and disgrace. The villagers were beaten, so they naturally wanted to seek justice, not to mention that these guys had to cut off the wealth of Lizhuang.

Just a few days after a good day of being well fed and clothed, think about the days of a month ago. The whole Zhuangzi residents felt like a different life, and let them go back to their original life. It would be better to kill them with a single sword.

After more than ten miles and half an hour, everyone rushed over, and saw a person tied to the stake at the gate of the city from a distance. The cloak was covered in blood, and the head drooped and I didn't know whether it was dead or alive.

There was an overturned carriage on the ground, and the horse it was pulling lay in a pool of blood. The red horse's blood was covered with dust and had turned into bloody mud. The dead horse stared at the sky with wide eyes, and the blue sky and white clouds were reflected in the eyes. But at this time, there was no longer life in those big eyes.

As soon as Yun Yue and the others arrived at the city gate, a guard on duty ran to report the news. The people of the land of Yan and Zhao are fierce, and the king of Zhao Wuling, Hu Fu rode and shot, which pushed the martial style of Zhao to the extreme. It was not once or twice that the villagers who gathered together beat the officers and soldiers, although each time they would attract the officers and soldiers to clean them up. But next time, there will still be men who come out.

The errand of guarding the city gate is a fat guy with oily pants who fart, but it is also the place where he deals with the people the most. It was not once or twice that the city gate was besieged by the people, and the soldier saw that more than a dozen big men had come on the opposite side. Go back immediately to report to Shangguan, so that he will not be so stupid as crazy as dealing with a dozen big men alone.

Yun Yue led people to arrive, and thirty or forty officers and soldiers also poured out of the cave in the city gate. These guys are dancing with swords one by one, and they all have murderous looks. He is the first lieutenant, wearing Zhao Jun's standard leather armor. With a long sword in his waist, he was not majestic when surrounded by soldiers.

Yun Yue frowned when she saw this person, I know!