The end of natural disasters: the daily life of child brides in ancient times

Lu Tianming said:

“Of the families you inquired about at Widow Meng’s house, quite a few have agreed to do so.

Tomorrow, I estimate there will be seven or eight men coming.

But don't worry too much about this. When you start collecting silk tomorrow, more men from the village will probably come over!"

Then he frowned and said:

"Lizhang Wu is a vindictive man. If we take the silk and cut off his source of income, I'm worried that he will take the opportunity to take revenge.

Daya, you and Xiaolang should not leave the camp these days.

I'll tell everyone in the village later, it's best to be cautious."

As he spoke, Lu Tianming sighed.

There are three ways to solve the problem of Village Chief Wu.

The first was to remove him from his official position, the second was to solve the problem of him strangling the economic lifeline of the villagers, and the third was to break up the Wu clan members who were sticking together.

The time is too tight to remove the official position, so it is difficult to do it.

Normally, as long as the village head doesn't make any big mistakes, he can work until he's old.

The second one, Daya has already solved it.

As for the third one, Daya's collection of silk can indirectly achieve a certain effect, but it still requires another opportunity.

But it has been two days and Village Chief Wu has not taken any action.

If it really doesn't work, he will create an opportunity!

Wu Lichang's home.

Wu Hongliang said excitedly:

"Brother, it's just as you expected.

Those people went to Xingjia Village to recruit helpers, but they didn't find a single one!"

Wu Lichang listened and sneered:

“Humph, these guys at the foot of the mountain still want to recruit workers from other villages!

If I say one word, they won’t be able to recruit anyone.

If I hadn't helped those poor guys in Xingjia Village, they would be so poor that their pants would fall off!

No matter how much those guys at the foot of the mountain say, they won't dare go!"

After Wu Hongliang finished telling the good news, he looked at his elder brother's good face and said:

“It’s just that those people at the foot of the mountain are still building houses.

I asked someone to go and take a look, and saw that the foundations of the brick and tile houses being built were still being worked on!

Moreover, Wu Youzhi and Jie Laowu are also working there."

When Wu Lichang heard this, he slammed the table and cursed:

"These guys are really ungrateful. They want to build a house, but I won't let them build it!

You should go to the village later and tell the men in the tribe.

Get your stuff ready tomorrow night and wait for my news.

Tell everyone, don't hold back, as long as you don't kill anyone, it's okay to injure or disable them.

Also, bring a few more buckets of manure.

After beating the people, they poured all the manure on the bricks and tiles.

I want to see how those people build houses with bricks and tiles soaked in manure!"

Wu Hongliang heard this and said with a smile:

"That's a good idea, bro. I'll prepare a few more buckets of manure water to soak all their bricks and tiles.

If they insisted on building one, they would end up building a stinking latrine."

Village Chief Wu also laughed a few times, but then he thought of Jie Laowu and Wu Youzhi, and felt unhappy again.

"And that Jie Laowu, if I hadn't bought his silk.

He is still in debt and lives in a broken thatched hut that leaks wind and rain!

Humph, when his family comes to sell silk again, I will give him three and a half taels per piece, and he will cry to death!

Wu Youzhi is even more hateful. If it weren't for the care of his clan, he and his sick mother would not be alive today.

Not only did he not know how to be grateful, but he also dared to disobey me and go to the foot of the mountain to help.

Those people at the foot of the mountain are a hassle to deal with, and he's just a little jerk. Killing him with just one finger is a piece of cake!"

As he spoke, Wu Lichang's eyes were sinister, and he ordered Wu Hongliang:

"Second brother, take your men to Wu Youzhi's house first.

Tomorrow, I won't let him go to the foot of the mountain.

By the way, that guy’s body is inherited from his sick mother. Please be careful and don’t kill him.

Otherwise, those old guys in the clan will start causing trouble again, which will be very troublesome!"

Wu Hongliang nodded in agreement.

"Don't worry, bro, I will make sure he can't get out of bed!

And his mother, who is obsessed with medicine, borrows money to buy medicine every day.

I'll burn all her medicines and see if she'll lend me money again!"

After listening to this, Village Chief Wu felt that the depression in his chest had dissipated a little. He waved his hand and asked Wu Hongliang to do it.

Wu Youzhi's home.

Wu Youzhi had worked all day and was already exhausted, but his face was full of excitement.

He touched the three and a half pancakes in his arms, thinking that his mother would be very happy when she saw them.

Pushing open the half-closed courtyard door, he shouted into the dark room:

"Mom, I'm back!"

Strangely, there was no response from inside the house.

He thought something had happened to his mother, and ran into the house in fear.

But as soon as he entered the door, he was hit on the leg with a stick.

The severe pain in his leg made him lose his balance and he fell to the ground with his hands covering his leg while screaming.

Only then did he hear his mother sobbing with her mouth covered in the inner room.

Then, a man walked up to him in the dark and snorted coldly:

"You little bastard, you just ignored my words, didn't you?"

Wu Youzhi recognized Wu Hongliang's voice and was about to say something when he felt a pain in his abdomen.

Then, he was hit by a barrage of punches and kicks until his eyes went black and he lost consciousness.

When Wu Youzhi woke up again, it was already midnight.

His mother lit the kerosene lamp, which she usually didn't want to light, and was applying a wet towel to his forehead.

At this moment he woke up and coughed excitedly.

"Youzhi, you finally woke up. I was so scared!"

As he said this, he started sobbing again.

Wu Youzhi not only felt pain in his body, but also felt a little dizzy.

When I touched my forehead, it was very hot.

Without thinking too much, he took out the broken pieces of bread from his arms and handed them to his mother.

"Mom, you must not have eaten yet, hurry up and eat!"

When his mother heard this, she cried even louder.

After a while, she stopped crying and said:

"Good boy, my good boy, why are we so miserable?

Those beasts were so cruel. If you were dead, your mother would die too!"

When Wu Youzhi heard what his mother said, he felt very distressed and rarely showed any anger.

"Mom, they want to kill us, so before I die, I have to bite off a piece of their flesh!"

Youzhi's mother usually taught her son to be tolerant. Seeing her son's face covered with wounds, she rarely tried to persuade him. She only said sadly:

"It's all mother's fault. You had to take medicine every day, which forced you to work as a helper at the foot of the mountain to earn money. That's why this disaster happened.

We won’t go there anymore. If we go again, you’ll probably die!”

Wu Youzhi's face was full of determination:

"No! As long as I'm not dead, I'll go!

If they dare to attack me again, I will burn down his proud brick house and perish with them!"

After hearing this, Youzhi's mother just sobbed softly.

I don’t know if it was a psychological effect, but Wu Youzhi’s fever subsided early the next morning.

He ignored his mother's dissuasion and insisted on picking up the shovel and limping towards the foot of the mountain.