Restart the Disaster of Another World

"No wonder, no wonder he has a bad appetite recently." After the joy, Jing Yao frowned with some worry, thinking to himself that most people here are relatively poor and can't even buy eggs, let alone meat, which is a rare commodity. However, Wen Qun is pregnant now, so she and the child must not be wronged in terms of food!

Jing Yao turned his head, his eyes fell on Wen Yu, and asked in a serious tone: "Brother, how is the place I asked you to help me find before?"

Wen Yu quickly replied: "The place has been vacated, and we have renovated it according to your requirements. It should be completed in two days."

After hearing this, Jing Yao nodded with satisfaction, and then instructed: "Very good, when the place is ready, you can buy more food for backup."

Wen Yu agreed without hesitation: "No problem, I will do it as soon as possible. However, the most abundant food here is beans, and other types of food may be relatively rare."

Jing Yao waved his hand and said nonchalantly: "I know, it's okay."

Although beans are not considered a delicacy, it is very important for Wen Qun to supplement protein.

If there is not enough meat available, it is a good choice to make more soy products first, which is much better than nothing.

After they talked for a while, Wen Yu went back to his room and asked Jing Yao to go check on Wen Qun.

When Jing Yao walked into the room, Wen Qun had already fallen into a deep sleep. Jing Yao watched him sleeping very deeply and sweetly.

After staring at Wen Qun's belly for a long time, Jing Yao couldn't believe that there was a child inside. This was their child! Jing Yao was delighted and couldn't help but smile.

After an unknown amount of time, Wen Qun woke up from his sleep and saw Jing Yao when he opened his eyes.

"Are you awake? Do you want to get up?" Jing Yao touched his head and asked lovingly.

Wen Qun felt his physical condition and felt good. His mood became cheerful, so he smiled happily and nodded.

Wen Qun slowly got up, Jing Yao asked someone to fetch water for him to wash up, and after washing up, he opened the door.

Wen Qun looked at Jing Yao with watery eyes, with a hint of grievance and coquettishness, and said softly: "I'm hungry, I haven't eaten yet."

Jing Yao couldn't help laughing when he heard this, his eyes full of tenderness and love. He replied softly, "I've had someone prepare the meal, just in case you'd wake up hungry. Come on, I'll eat with you."

After hearing this, Wen Qun smiled with eyes wide open, his heart filled with happiness and satisfaction. He felt that Jing Yao was so kind, always thinking of his needs and giving him the warmest care.

He looked at Jing Yao with gratitude, his dark eyes sparkling with affection.

The next morning, sunlight poured into the room through the window. Jing Yao first chatted with Wen Qun for a while, asking about her health and daily life. Then he said hello to Wen Qun and prepared to go out to handle business.

Jing Yao walked into the study and called softly, "Brother."

Wen Yu looked up when he heard the voice and saw that it was Jing Yao. He smiled and replied, "It's A Yao!"

Jing Yao sat down next to Wen Yu and said seriously, "Brother, I want to reopen the factory, what do you think?"

Wen Yu frowned, shook his head slightly, and said, "It's not that easy. Qingyang County is a poor place."

Although there are many wealthy people in Lin'an City, and some people like strange things, Qingyang County is too poor. If a factory is opened here, it will probably face many difficulties and it will be difficult to maintain.

Jing Yao pondered for a moment, nodded, and said he understood. Indeed, the current situation needs to be handled step by step. They are planning to dig a river channel to increase the irrigation area, and at the same time they also need to improve the production capacity of the people. Only in this way can more things be pushed forward.

On the other hand, although the village heads were reluctant, facing the pressure of reality, they had to ring the gong, gather the villagers together, and start discussing the next steps.

What are they doing? The county magistrate wants to dig a canal and recruit people from the village. The documents have been sent down.

At this time, the villagers were wailing and complaining. Previously, the expropriation of land was a matter for a small number of people, and the villagers just watched it as a fun event, but this time it was different, the fire had burned themselves.

Is it okay not to go? No, if there is a man in the family, at least one person should go.

This was no different from conscription. The villagers cursed Wen Yu a hundred times. While they hated him deeply, they also felt that he was like a ghost that could bewitch people, which made them very scared.

The Royal Guards have also been called in, let’s get busy together!

Qingyang County is just an empty shell, Wen Yu needs manpower, so Xiao Ling stays to help first.

They were good enough to be supervisors. Jing Yao arranged who would monitor which village and what to do. He himself was in charge of Sanqiao Village, which was the largest and poorest village.

When he arrived that day, he saw dozens of men, some holding hoes and some holding shovels, standing beside the planned river channel. Jing Yao frowned and waved for Village Chief Qian to come over.

"Are these the only people in your entire Sanqiao Village?" How is that possible! Every household has at least seven or eight people. Logically speaking, even if each family only sends one able-bodied man, it should be enough. However, the people in front of them are obviously not enough.

It turned out that Village Chief Qian had indeed mobilized the people before, but now the villagers thought that he had accepted the favors from the county magistrate, so they did not listen to him at all. Moreover, this time he took advantage of the loopholes in the clerical system and only sent a few people.

Village chief Qian was also helpless. He knew that his words were useless now. After all, no one was willing to come to work, and he had no other choice. If he forced them to do so, it would probably cause more resentment.

Jing Yao looked at his embarrassed expression and understood a little, so he said nothing more and turned around to give instructions: "Everyone must dig according to the lime line. The width must be kept at about three and a half meters and the depth must reach four meters. There cannot be any deviation."

When everyone heard this, they immediately exploded and complained, looking very reluctant. But in the end, they had to pick up the tools and start digging.

Village Chief Qian responded positively. Not only did he come, he also called all his sons, including the youngest, the third son. The third son was only sixteen years old, but he looked very smart. He worked very hard and even hummed. Village Chief Qian was also ready to help, but was stopped by Jing Yao.

"Sir, is there anything else I can help you with?" asked Village Chief Qian.

Jing Yao replied: "Village head, do you know who in the village has a big iron pot?"

The village chief shook his head and said, "No."

Originally, there used to be a big iron pot in the village, but at that time, living conditions were better and some people raised pigs, which required a big iron pot for slaughtering pigs or holding banquets. But as life became more and more difficult, people had to sell the things at home that were slightly valuable but not needed. So now there is no big iron pot in the village.

Jing Yao had no choice but to select four people from his surroundings and ask them to go to the county to bring one back.

At this time, the project was underway at the foot of the mountain outside the village. As there was strength in numbers, they had just started digging when they encountered a stone. However, the stone was not big and could be moved. So they dug the stone out and threw it beyond the lime line.

Village chief Qian looked confused, not knowing what Jing Yao wanted so many large iron pots for, but he still went to the village to find a few women and husbands with good craftsmanship according to Jing Yao's request, a total of four or five people.

However, only four people were finally called, including the two daughters-in-law of Village Chief Qian and the husbands and wives of two other relatives. As for why no one else in the village was called, the reason was simple - they couldn't be called.

After all, if it is Village Chief Qian’s own family affairs, everyone will actively help, but if it is to help the officials, then forget it.

The eldest daughter-in-law was not afraid of Jing Yao, and asked Jing Yao directly what he needed them to do. Jing Yao told her to build two stoves with stones first. At this time, Village Chief Qian suddenly realized the purpose of these big iron pots.

An oxcart slowly drove into the village, and Xiao Ling followed closely behind. After the car stopped, Jing Yao called the two to come over to unload the goods. The items unloaded from the car included cornmeal, lard, and some vegetables.

Jing Yao asked, "Have all the other villages been delivered?"

Xiao Ling nodded and replied, "I have given them all."

Village Chief Qian clearly understood what was going on! He was so excited that tears were about to flow out of his eyes. He nodded repeatedly and said, "I understand, I understand. Thank you, sir, thank you, sir!"

The men also saw it, their eyes widened, unable to believe what they saw. They originally thought they were just helping to dig the ditch, but they didn't expect to get such a sumptuous meal.

If they hadn't seen the grain, no one would have believed it. But now that the food had been delivered and the stove had been set up, everyone believed it.

It turns out that the government also provides them with lunch.

Why is this so good? This job is not for nothing. Let alone wages, everyone is willing to do it just to have something to eat. For no reason, if you eat less at home, your wife and children at home can have more.

The guards came back quickly, and the pot was difficult to take or put on the horse, so the guards worked together to get it back.

The pot had to be taken to the village to be washed. The woman who was carrying water saw the two daughters-in-law of Village Chief Qian coming to wash the pot and was puzzled. When she asked, they were all shocked.

"The government officials said they would provide meals?"

"Yes."

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I'm afraid it takes a pound of brown rice to cook a big pot of soup.

There is no such thing as a good official who is honest and upright.

Corvée labor has always been a life-threatening situation. If you are forced to serve as a soldier, it means there is basically no hope of returning.

Even if they were forced to work, the situation was not much better than being sent into exile.

They had to work non-stop every day and could only eat one meal a day. The officials would supervise them from behind with small whips and large wooden sticks, and they might be whipped if they took a breath.

Due to lack of food and overwork, death became commonplace.

Many villagers were worried about their husbands and didn't know how they would get through it.

At this time, many women or husbands were walking towards the village entrance, all of them were preparing to bring bread and water to their heads of the family or sons.

Because they were busy with farm work in the morning, they didn't know much about what was happening on the other side of the river.

It is quite far from the village and it takes quite a while to walk there.

Along the way, everyone was talking about the forced labor and cursing Wen Yu. Suddenly, someone stopped and asked, "What's that smell?"

At this time, the little boy on his back sniffed it with his little nose and said in a baby voice: "Daddy, it looks like meat."

Everyone smelled it, too. It was the smell of frying lard. When the pork fat was frying, the smell was so fragrant. In the past, when one family fried it, the whole village could smell it.

"Who's frying lard?" someone couldn't help but ask.

"You are confused. This place is far away from the village! Even dogs can't smell it from such a distance. I think the smell seems to be coming from the front." Another person answered.

Everyone followed the scent, and as they got closer, the smell became stronger and stronger, and everyone couldn't stop swallowing their saliva.

Finally we reached our destination and saw two pots at the foot of the mountain. The eldest daughter-in-law of Village Chief Qian was picking up steamed buns from the pots with a winnowing basket.

Each of the steamed buns was as big as a grown man's fist. She poured them into a large basket. The basket was almost full of the steamed buns. They were golden yellow and looked delicious.

There was oil simmering in the pot nearby, and it looked like it was almost done.

The board was fried until golden brown, and the man fished it out and put it in a large wooden barrel, and the lard was poured into a jar.

The pot has just been used to boil oil, so there is no need to wash it. You can use it directly for cooking.

Jing Yao was very pleased to see everyone so active. He knew that only when everyone had enough food and good food could they work better. So he decided to prepare a sumptuous lunch for everyone.

But there were too many dishes. Seeing that he was reserved, Jing Yao walked over, scooped a few spoonfuls of oil and put it in, and told the man: "Put it in this amount."

Jing Yao knew that if you work hard, you need more oil and water, so that you have strength. Moreover, these meals are not a waste, but to give everyone enough strength to work.

Jing Yao said: "If you want to do hard work, you need to have enough energy in your stomach."

The husband hesitated: "But, this much is enough."

Jing Yao insisted: "There are too many dishes, add two more spoonfuls."

After hearing this, the husband thought it made sense and added two more spoonfuls of oil.

Everyone was working very hard, and they had lost their reluctance. They all knew that only by working hard could they gain more.

The dishes were ready, and Xiao Ling went over and shouted, "Stop working and have lunch. Rest for half an hour at noon."

Half an hour is only an hour. Although the weather is not too hot now, the temperature will gradually rise as time goes by. In May and June, you will have to rest longer at noon.

When everyone heard that it was time to eat, they threw away their shovels and hoes and rushed over. The scene was chaotic for a while, and everyone was afraid that if they were a little late, they would have nothing to eat. After all, since the frying of lard, everyone's appetite had been aroused by the tempting aroma.

"It smells so good, it smells so good!" Someone couldn't help but sigh, "This smell is so delicious!"

I was not paying attention while working, my mind was focused on the frying pan.

Everyone knew about it when Village Chief Qian's wife carried the pot back to the village to wash it.

"The government provides meals. They make steamed cornbreads as big as a fist. Each person gets two. They are filling and never hungry."

"Really?"

"It can't be fake. Look, I'm still eating!"

The man held up the steamed bread in his hand to show everyone. He had only eaten half of it, and the remaining half looked as big as a duck egg, and it looked very firm. Some people couldn't help but swallow their saliva.

"The adults called the two daughters-in-law of the village chief Qian and Uncle Rong to come over to cook. Uncle Rong was cooking. I saw him put a large spoonful of oil in it, and then half a spoonful. The adults said it was not enough and asked him to put two more spoonfuls, saying that the men worked hard and needed oil in their stomachs."

Several people told what they saw. Everyone believed it, but still couldn't help running outside the village to see.

The purchased rice and vegetables were piled up inside, several large bags, and the men were sitting on the ground taking a rest.

The villagers watched this scene and gradually put their worries aside. As long as they had a bite of food to eat, they could make a living. This simple and plain wish made them feel satisfied and at ease.

Many people began to reflect on their previous actions and felt deeply regretful. Some clever villagers quickly returned home, picked up tools, and rushed to the river.

Jing Yao noticed these people's actions, but did not stop them.

Thanks to Jing Yao’s tolerant attitude, the number of people coming to help in the afternoon increased by more than ten. These new forces greatly improved work efficiency.