"Sunny, do you want to move to the charity village?"

The old woman sat at the entrance of the cave, her turbid eyes seemed to be invisible to the focus.

"Grandma, this tiled kiln is too broken and old. If it is windy and rainy, we don't have a clean place to sleep, life is indeed inconvenient, but if you don't want to go, we won't go!" Zhao Qi shook his head regretfully and comforted him.

"It's not that I won't let you go, but there are too many people in the charity village, and the tenants inside are all outsiders, so they are not as safe as those in the village, and I'm not used to it..."

After a moment of silence, the old woman continued: "I heard that Mr. Fan Wenzheng was poor when he was young and lived in a cave. If his grandson wanted to make a name for himself in the future, he could not get used to this kind of charity. The old woman only admired two people in her life, one was Mr. Fan Wenzheng and the other was Mr. Su."

Zhao Qi was stunned for a long time. With just this sentence, he felt that his grandmother was indeed not an ordinary rural old woman. Otherwise, how could an ordinary mountain village old lady who had never seen the world dare to evaluate Fan Zhongyan and Su Shi, two great writers who have been famous for their eternity.

"Grandma, you read a lot of books when you were young, did you?" Zhao Qi came to his senses and asked.

"What's the use of studying just? Qin Hui, Cai Jing, Shi Miyuan, and the current prime minister Ding Daquan, who is not a Jinshi, but these people are all broken, with sores on their heads and pus flowing from the soles of their feet. None of them is good. Cough cough cough cough cough... What do I tell you today? You don't understand if you say this. If your grandson is indeed a lucky person and can be rich and prosperous in the future, the old woman will follow you to live in a luxury house. If your grandson does not have this lucky, the old woman will accompany you in a broken kiln, guarding your parents' grave to take care of you, and if you die, you can be buried together as a companion..."

The old woman stood up with a crutch and walked into the cave tremblingly, leaving only a hunched back.

I'll go, my grandma is very strong!

Zhao Qi suddenly wanted to discover the new world.

The great scholars and officials in the Song Dynasty ruled the country for hundreds of years, leaving behind countless popular poems that were popular for thousands of years. During the Song Dynasty, there were hundreds of great poets that could be memorized by primary school students. Therefore, it is not surprising that ordinary people know that Fan Zhongyan and Su Shi, the two great writers, were the two great writers, but the old woman actually said four of the most famous treacherous ministers of the Song Dynasty in one breath, which made Zhao Qi look at him with admiration.

It seems that the fool's family was not as generous as usual in their early years, but perhaps had another huge secret.

And the secret lies with the old woman.

The fool's surname is Zhao... Could it be that he is still a royal family?

As soon as this idea came out, Zhao Qi made a big move in an instant.

...

With the ten taels of silver sent by Manager Liu, Zhao Qi's urgent need was solved.

The villagers sent a lot of vegetables, vegetables, rice, flour and other food, and their diet was temporarily settled.

Zhao Qi was also planning and reorganizing the cave first, and was preparing to separate the areas where sleeping, cooking, and pile up debris.

Because there are a lot of fresh vegetables sent to the village and cannot be eaten for a day or two, and they will rot after being stored for a long time. Therefore, Zhao Qi asked Xiaozhu to wash the vegetables, dry them, and pickle them. In short, China's traditional rural culture for thousands of years cannot be lost. It can be made into pickled vegetables and stored and eaten slowly.

Old Man Liu was indeed very trustworthy. Shortly after returning, he came over with a basket carrying a knife, saw and axe. After listening to Zhao Qi's plan, he also agreed with his idea. What he needs to do now is to cut more bamboo and trees and come back and prepare slowly.

Maowan Village is just below Yanggong Mountain, and not far away is Yanggong Town, which is only two or three miles apart. Moreover, because it is close to the harbor, there are endless business trips and goods coming and going every day. Therefore, in fact, there are many people in the nearby villages, and the residential areas are sparse and almost connected to Yanggong Town.

As the saying goes, relying on the mountains and rivers to eat water. Almost most young and middle-aged people in the village work on the docks. Yang Dayuan, whom he knows now, and A'an, whom he doesn't know but has been beaten, are all working as helpers at the docks.

Yanggong Mountain is not high, with a height of only a hundred meters. The mountain temple is right on the side of the mountain, and there is a large rice field at the foot of the mountain. To the southeast is the harbor and to the northwest is Yanggong Town. It is very convenient whether you are working or going shopping on the street.

Moreover, because Yanggong Town is relatively prosperous, women in nearby villages often carry the vegetables and fruits they grow to the town to sell them to earn some pocket money to subsidize their household income.

In fact, the Song Dynasty was a nearly completely commercial dynasty, claiming that all people were businessmen. Because the government strongly supported the development of industry and commerce, business was extremely developed and urbanization was extremely developed. The countryside was not bad. In prefectures, counties and cities, most people did not farm or weave, and they all depended on buying three meals a day. It was completely a commercial lifestyle in later generations. The traditional small peasant economic model of men farming and women weaving was almost completely gone in the Song Dynasty, and replaced by the vigorous development of all walks of life.

If a house like Zhao Qi is rich, he usually spends money to buy building materials, bamboo, wood, brick, tiles, and even renovates a house. He usually spends money to hire workers to do it, and the owner does it very little.

However, Zhao Qi's family is so poor that it sounds like a twelve taels of silver from Manager Liu. In fact, he went to the town yesterday and had a general understanding. If it were only about buying food and clothing, the three of them could last for half a year, but if they hired someone to help, it would be only enough to build the door of a cave.

The Song Dynasty was prosperous and the prices were a bit outrageous.

Therefore, Zhao Qi could only honestly find a way and rely on himself.

Fortunately, this was the Song Dynasty, and in the south, there were bamboo and wood everywhere, and no one cared about building houses.

Not far from the cave, there is a bamboo forest, all of which are large bamboos with thick arms and legs. Zhao Qi cut a lot and dragged them back. Old man Liu knew some bamboo and wood work, so he helped saw the bamboo into the lengths they needed. Xiaozhu brought tea and water to the two of them while entering and leaving the cave.

It was almost noon, and a lot of bamboos were cut down, and Zhao Qi was so hungry that his chest was pressed against his back.

I only ate a big bowl of porridge in the morning and didn't hold my hunger at all. The fool, a fifteen-year-old little body, was just when he grew up. In fact, he was already hungry when Old Man Liu came, but after noon, he could no longer bear it. He felt that his stomach and intestines were fighting. If he didn't eat, he would have to crawl out of his body and find a way to solve it.

"Master Liu, take a break and wait until lunch is over!"

Zhao Qi threw the axe to the ground in sweat, sat in front of the cave door, and was trembling with hunger. Moreover, the fool seemed to never work. After cutting bamboo for two hours, he felt that his arms were dislocated.

"What are you going to have lunch!" Old Man Liu looked up at the sun and continued to saw the bamboo slowly.

"No, if you want to eat, you have to have lunch. Xiaozhu quickly bring me a cucumber!"

Zhao Qi greeted him weakly, Xiaozhu quickly brought a clean tender cucumber, and Zhao Qi wiped it a few bites and then dried it. After drinking the refreshing and sweet cucumber, he felt that the rebellious internal organs felt a little better.
Chapter completed!