Royal Road

These days, the temperature has dropped even more severely. Zhu Er carried a basket of bricks on his back, panting and walked towards the ridge. Behind him, there were several recruits who were also carrying on their shoulders, carrying all kinds of timber and bricks, and strode towards the construction site.

In the mountain col leading to Liang Mansion, a gate is slowly being built. This will be the first barrier of Liang Mansion to resist foreign enemies. On the top of the mountain farther away, there is a wooden house, and sentry guards are stationed every day to observe the surrounding movements. Because of the cold weather, these days the Trilogy has not carried out much daily drills, but has built new fortifications together with the farmers of the slack farm and the newly attached refugees.

The main part of the outer wall of the Liang Mansion has been increased by one foot long, and the Sifang and Country Estate have also been included in the defensive range, and several turrets have been built inside the wall, which can be used in wartime. The walls of the inner house are heightened and thickened, completely repaired to look like Wubao. Not to mention bandits, even if the imperial army comes, I am afraid that it will not be able to attack this fortified wall for a while.

The fences and gates on the periphery are more of a protective function. The newly-built barracks are located between Zhuangzi and Zhaimen. As soon as there is a change, troops can be launched immediately.

All these defensive measures are all relying on protecting Liang Mansion. In this paradise, everyone regards Liang's Mansion as their home, so even if they are conscripted as a husband, no one complains. What's more, there is also the careful arrangement of the host.

When he reached the ground, a strong fragrance floated over. Zhu Er took a deep breath, walked to the construction site, handed over the bricks, and then turned to the shed on the side. Not only is it sheltered from the wind, it also burns two large pots. There are already many people around the pot, drinking the steaming fish soup. Zhu Er also walked over and received a meal.

Working in Liang's Mansion is not like being detained by the government. When you wake up in the dark and have no rest, life can be exhausting. Here, the fortifications are divided into pieces, and there are "task progress" every day. As long as you work hard, you can finish the work and rest without getting dark. Those who overfulfill the schedule also have rewards, usually some food, which can be brought back to their own mothers-in-law. Therefore, the refugees and those Jie people are the most energetic, and they can endure more hardships than their soldiers.

That's not even counted, as long as you go to work every day and work for two months, you can get a winter coat. This thing is reluctant to wear when working, but after a few days, the weather will be completely cold, but it will be a life-saving baby. Not to mention that there are two hot meals every day on the construction site, working for a few hours in the cold wind, drinking a bowl of hot fish soup, it is almost impossible for the gods to change it!

But these are nothing to Zhu Er. In the envious eyes of the refugees, he walked to the side of his fellow robe and sat down quite contentedly: "Wang Wu, you Wu is about to lose."

Wang Wu sighed: "It's just a few bricks! Humph! When the brothers have finished eating, I will be back in the afternoon!"

"You said the same thing yesterday, this reward, let us get it honestly." Zhu Er sucked the hot soup and said with a smile.

"I don't believe it anymore!" Wang Wu gurgled and poured the soup into his belly, "Go, then go to work!"

"Captain, this is just a meal..." The few recruits beside him wailed immediately.

However, Wang Wu was so angry that he picked them up one by one and hurried out. Zhu Er couldn't sit still a bit, and quickly said to the opponents: "Quickly, hurry up to work after dinner! As long as you can catch up with Wang Wu's team, you will have one more day off, and you can go home and hold your mother-in-law. go with!"

"Captain, you are the only one of us married to a wife." A person said with a bitter face.

"Bullshit! Be a soldier for a few more days, and you can get married!" Zhu Er cursed, ignoring nonsense, and started eating.

However, the following recruits are convinced by this. There is an army field, a full meal, and winter clothes. As long as it is the trilogy of the Liang Family, who does not want to marry? What if the training is harder and more tiring? What if you fight to kill the thief and fight for your life? Being able to serve as a soldier in Liang Mansion is their greatest blessing!

"Hey! It's snowing!" I don't know who shouted, and everyone hurriedly looked out. I saw a little snowflake falling from the sky.

"No wonder it's so cold today." "What about the construction site?" "I'm afraid it will delay the progress..."

Ignoring the babbles in his ears, Wang Wu glanced at the little snowflakes outside and snorted: "This little Xueer, we will stop later, so we won't delay work. You can get back soon after you finish your work. The camp is resting!"

The next group of people dared not delay, and hurry up to eat.

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"Lord Lang. These days, the number of scriptures sold is gradually decreasing, and the quantity for the tenth day is not as good as the previous day. And the weather is getting colder, if you carve the board, it will be easy to damage." Chao Yu said.

"Well, after completing the "Mourning Apparel Picture", the bookstore will be closed, and we will wait until the beginning of spring next year." Liang Feng sighed. In this era, the influence of seasons is still very important. Not to mention the bookshop, the paper workshop also gradually stopped production. The pottery workshop lasted at most for half a month. When it started to snow, every family had to close their doors and start nesting in the winter to avoid the long winter cold.

"By the way, how's the winter clothes made?" Liang Feng asked.

The work of the weaving room was also under Chao Yu's control. She replied calmly: "All the winter clothes in the camp have been distributed, and there is a sheepskin kan for each person. The bedding is also thick enough to keep out the cold. Below. Refugees use work-for-relief, and everyone should be able to wear winter clothes."

This is also where Chaoyu admires the lord the most. Let the refugee women concentrate on weaving hemp, while there are some young women and children on the Jie people who use wool and hemp yarn to blend felt. These linen felts are spun and handed over to the house, which is then cut into winter clothes from the weaving room and distributed. This will not allow the newly attached refugees to eat for nothing, but will also give them enough warm clothes so that they will not freeze their lives. The four characters "relief by work" shows the benevolence of the landlord.

"That's good. This year's weather is cold, don't let people freeze."

Hard work to raise a group of refugees to look like some people, and freeze to death in another winter, that is a big loss. Unfortunately, in this era, the Central Plains still does not produce cotton. If you can get cotton seeds from Xinjiang, just try to cultivate them. There are also fire drills in winter. Those soldiers are idle anyway. It is better to learn common sense of fire protection part-time.

Liang Feng was thinking secretly about various matters related to the winter, Chao Yu hesitated, and suddenly said: "Lord, can I let Xiao Langjun come and share it for lunch today?"

"Huh?" Liang Feng raised his head unclearly.

Realizing that Lang Jun really didn't think of it, Chao Yu didn't know whether he should be relieved or sad, and whispered: "Today is Xiao Lang Jun's birthday, he will be sad if he stays alone."

Only then did Liang Feng realize that today is Liang Rong's birthday. In this era, there is no habit of giving children a birthday, and they are afraid that they will not be able to raise their lives. But Liang Rong is different from others, his birthday is also his mother's death. With the virtue of the original owner, I am afraid that the little guy has been immersed in self-blame since he was sensible. In a society where filial piety is the first priority, it is itself the greatest filial piety to kill the mother. Unfortunately, no one told him that it was not his fault.

Liang Feng said immediately: "You go and bring Rong'er here. By the way, let the kitchen make some steamed cakes, wrap the cakes with caramel, and put red dots on the top with rouge. They will be delivered when you eat."

Nowadays, the north does not eat much noodles, and there are more porridge and rice. It is definitely too late to learn Shou Noodles. However, there are steamed buns, which are called "steamed buns". Making a candy bun for the little guy’s birthday should make him a little bit happier.

Chao Yu understood the meaning of Liang Feng's words, her eyes were red, and she fell down. Although she is now working in both the weaving room and the bookstore, Liang Rong is the child she grew up with, and the meaning is naturally different. The landlord is so caring, how can she not let her be overjoyed.

After a while, Liang Rong, who was wrapped up like a small dumpling, was taken to the study. Seeing Liang Feng, the little guy was not as happy as before. Instead, he shrank slightly and knelt in front of the bookcase: "My father is busy these days, and the child dare not disturb..."

Liang Feng didn't wait for him to finish, so he got up and walked to Liang Rong's side, and took the other's little hand: "Go, let's go out and go around."

These days, Liang Rong has been in fact worried. His mother's death day was about to come, and he was afraid that his father would accidentally think of this, and the love he had finally gotten would disappear. It was he who killed his mother. How could Liang Rong dare to get in front of Liang Feng on such a day. But I didn't expect that Chao Yu actually said that his father called him over, which made the little guy feel uncomfortable. I was fighting hard and wanted to survive this situation. Unexpectedly, my father didn't mean to punish him at all. Instead, he pulled him to the courtyard as usual.

I don't know when there was snow in the courtyard. The father and son didn't wear thin clothes, but they were not afraid of the cold, so they walked all the way through the corridor and boarded the watchtower located in the side courtyard. Now the guard post has been moved to the new observatory outside, and this pavilion has become a place for Liang Feng to climb high and look into the distance.

Pulling the little guy to the stage, he leaned on the railing and pointed to the distance: "Did you see? There is the future gate of Liang Mansion. Inside and outside the gate, there are places that Liang Mansion wants to guard."

Liang Rong widened his eyes and looked over, and couldn't help but open his mouth slightly: "It's so far!"

"It's not too far away. Now there are four hundred Yihu, three hundred refugees, and two effective villages outside, and two hundred Jieren. These are the children under our rule. Let them eat and wear. Warm, stay alive, only the fields in the Liang Mansion are cultivated, and the mulberry fields are taken care of, so that we can live the way we are now."

Liang Rong nodded without understanding, and then asked, "But aren't these all servants and shady households in the Liang Mansion?"

Isn't it because my father feeds so many people? He also heard Aliang and Chaoyu talk about how much money the mansion spent on these refugees. How could they support Grandpa?

"You and I can't pick on the shoulders, and can't lift the hands. If no one is planting and spinning, where do you eat and wear?" Liang Feng asked back.

"Given to us by the court?" Liang Rong thought for a while and replied hesitantly.

"Where did the court's money and food come from?" Liang Feng asked rhetorically.

Liang Rong got stuck immediately, which was obviously not in his study area yet.

Liang Feng smiled: "Naturally it comes from taxes. Every reward you and I get is also the hard work of these people."

Unexpectedly his father would tell him this suddenly, Liang Rong's attention was completely drawn, and he looked curiously at the crowd like ants, struggling to build the gate, and asked: "That's why my father has to work for them?"

"Well. If you don't care about herders, how can you be worthy of these hard gifts? These will also become your responsibility in the future, just like the entire Liang Mansion." Liang Feng said lightly.

However, Liang Rong seemed surprised, and immediately said: "Father is in good health! It won't be like this!"

Reaching out to hold Liang Rong's shoulders, Liang Feng said softly: "Birth, old age, sickness and death, it's always like this. Just like your grandfather and grandmother. But the blood and bones of Liang Mansion have been handed down from generation to generation. Rong'er, you are your mother. The flesh and blood born of life, as long as you are there, your mother, and the blood of the Liang Mansion will not be cut off. This Zhuangzi, and these people, will live in peace and stability."

Staring at the figures in the audience, Liang Rong bit his lips tightly: "Mother died because of me..."

"That is not your fault. To be pregnant with you, to give birth to you, is her choice and wish. Only if you live well and grow up healthy and healthy can you live up to your mother's affection."

Tears fell, and Liang Rong grabbed the hem of Liang Feng's clothes: "What about Father? Will Father blame me?"

If his own son caused his wife to have a dystocia and died, would he hate the child? Liang Feng sighed softly, bent down, and touched Liang Rong's head: "You are the treasure that your mother exchanged for her life. If you hate you, wouldn't you betray her deep love?"

Liang Rong couldn't help it anymore and started to cry. Liang Feng didn't coax him this time, just took the little guy in his arms and let him vent his emotions. This is like an old thorn, if it is not pulled out, I am afraid it will kill Liang Rong's life. This little guy is the most well-behaved and lovable child he has ever seen, and he is also the flesh and blood of his knees. If he doesn't teach him and love him, who else will come?

After a long while, Liang Rong choked to a halt. Liang Feng wiped the tears on his face that hadn't dried out with his sleeve: "I'm hungry for my father, can you accompany me to lunch?"

Liang Ronghong nodded vigorously with eye circles.

With a chuckle, Liang Feng took the little guy's hand and walked back slowly. Lunch has been prepared. There are not many vegetables in winter in this era. Chinese cabbage seems to have not appeared yet. There is only a kind of Chinese cabbage called Isatis. I am afraid that after eating this crop, I won’t be able to eat it in winter. Therefore, these days, the kitchen is always changing the way to make some isatis, thanks to Liang Feng letting the people below learn to cook, otherwise the stew will hurt people sooner or later.

Liang Rong was not picky about eating. He obediently washed his hands and face, and sat down to prepare to eat. Unexpectedly, Chao Yu brought another plate of food and placed it in front of him. It was a pan steamed cake. The cakes were not big, and each had a small red dot on it. It looked red, red, white and white. It was really cute. Liang Rong blinked and looked up at the main position.

Liang Feng smiled and said, "Today is Rong'er's birthday. I asked the chef to make some sugar cakes. Can you taste it?"

"Father..." Liang Rong's eye circles immediately turned red again.

"Eating this kind of candy, you should be a little happier, laugh more." Liang Feng stretched out his hand and rubbed the little guy's head, "Eat while it's hot, but don't eat too much, be careful of broken teeth."

Liang Rong sucked his nose, held the sugar packet in both hands, and took a big bite. The sugar wrapped in it dripped down the corner of his mouth. This action is not ceremonial at all, but Liang Feng didn't mind, he chuckled, picked up his chopsticks, and started eating.

Looking at the appearance of the father and son, Chao Yu secretly wiped the corners of his eyes with his sleeves, and walked out.

Outside the courtyard, Xiaoxue had stopped. Although the snow came too early, it does not seem to be a bad thing for the two-year drought in the land of Binzhou.