I Am Not a Savage - Vol 3 Chapter 63

Chapter 63: Subtlety

The last autumn rain in Changyang Mountain came as scheduled. This autumn rain is different from the previous autumn rain. It is the coldest.

This autumn rain will begin with a lingering rain curtain, then it will become smaller, then it will become smaller, turning into a thick fog, and when the thick fog is eroded by the increasing rain again, the thick fog will dissipate and the woods The jackdaws inside will scream all night, until dawn, the ice particles that have not yet formed raindrops will fall off their heads and face, freezing everything until the ice particles turn into goose feathers and heavy snow, covering everything in the world with a layer of white cloth.

—It’s like burying that gentle spring, hot summer, and full autumn.

Xiao Kuer came to the edge of his mother’s tomb.

Last night, it was very cold at home. When the weather was cold in the past, his mother would put him in her arms to sleep. Not last night. The tired father slept unconsciously. Xiao Kuer hid under the fur and looked at the ice particles outside the window. I can’t feel the slightest warmth all over my body.

At dawn, he came alone to the edge of his mother’s tomb, feeling very sorry for this silly mother under the mud.

On days when she was covered with fur and felt cold, there was only a layer of soil on her mother, she should be colder!

Looking for a broom and grass, Xiao Kuer cleaned the snow from his mother’s tomb. He also carried a large bundle of straw, evenly covering the tomb, and there was a fire on the side.

Under his mother’s tomb is the new field he and his father cultivated together. The time for the reclamation is just right. After this freezing rain, all the bugs hidden in the soil will be killed. Next year, there will be a very strange land anyway. Good harvest.

“I may be wrong. The reason why we reclaimed the fields so desperately is to let the gluttonous you eat more and better things. Unexpectedly, doing this will kill you.”

Xiao Kuer sat on the edge of the fire. In the heavy snow, the fire could not bring him much heat. As the heavy snow continued to fall, the fire was quickly dying.

“The patriarch said in the book that people die for money and birds die for food. I couldn’t understand it when I saw it. Now, I understand that what the patriarch said is very reasonable.

You are exhausted. My father has been coughing recently and is almost exhausted. Fortunately, winter is coming, giving him a chance to breathe. But sooner or later, he will be exhausted, unless he doesn’t want me and mine. The future generations will live a good life, otherwise, he will definitely be exhausted, there is no exception. ”

Little Kuer took out a white-faced steamed bun from his arms while speaking, and placed it respectfully on the tomb. A piece of fat pork was sandwiched in the steamed bun, which was his mother’s favorite food.

“According to this principle, I will definitely be exhausted in the future, and there will be no surprises. You want me to live a good life and I am exhausted. My father wants me to live a good life, and I will be exhausted. It is only logical that I will be exhausted for my children in the future.

So, mother, don’t be sad, I will always guard your tomb, and when I miss you, I will come back to see you.

If my father is dead, I will bury him by your side. Although he is not good to you, he can protect you, and you cannot do without him…”

Little Kuer was babbling in the snow for a long time, only then did he shake off the snow on his fur clothes and went home one step at a time.

At this time, the last ray of smoke from the bonfire just came out.

The heavy snowfall means that the entire Changyang Mountain has been completely enclosed.

In such heavy snow, no one can play a story like “Li Shuoxue Enters Caizhou at Night”, and even advanced ones like Yunchuan can’t.

As a result, a scene where thousands of mountains and birds were extinct, and thousands of people disappeared. Without merchants, Yunchuan ordered the closure of Changyang Mountain City, leaving only a small gate for the stray wild people who supplied firewood to enter and exit.

The wandering savages are actually doing well now. They no longer wait for the city people to hire as before doing nothing, but find what they can do.

For example, burning charcoal, chopping wood, and hunting in the wasteland in the winter, and then sending these things into the city in exchange for food, salt, and other winter supplies.

This is a very good phenomenon, and it is also the natural division of labor in society. In the future, such scenes will continue to reappear until the real social division of labor is completed.

It is not only the wandering savages that have changed, but also the people of the Yunchuan tribe.

Since Abu distributed the food in the tribal warehouse to each household according to the population, people immediately learned to be frugal.

Gone are the days of eating to death.

At this point, Abu is extremely bored. He always thinks that if it is a matter of eating, it is enough to eat. Why do you have to beat your stomach and hold a bowl when you can’t eat anymore? A lot of food was wasted in vain.

Kuafu has different opinions on Abu’s opinions. He believes that eating is the most blissful thing in the world. In many cases, people eat more not to simply eat more, but to enjoy the huge benefits of eating. A sense of pleasure.

So, if conditions permit, you should eat more if you can.

Yunchuan is basically not involved in this kind of controversy.

In short, after distributing food to the tribesmen for a year, the warehouses in the Yunchuan Department are still full. In other words, Yunchuan has taken away the surplus value produced by the tribesmen in these years.

What satisfies Yunchuan most is that not only did the tribe people have no opinion, but instead thought that this was an attack of the patriarch’s kind heart, and this kind of scene appeared.

It seems that no matter how much shared wealth is, it is not as important as the wealth in the hands. This is a common disease of human beings, and it is a disease that exists in genes. Such a disease has not been cured even after thousands of years.

“Every household has cooking smoke.”

Standing at a high place, Yunchuan carefully observed the place where the tribes live. At this time, there was heavy snow in the sky, and the low houses covered by heavy snow were smoking outwards. This is when every family is preparing lunch. , There should be smoke coming out.

“You must observe carefully and observe them all the time. You must know if they have any food or not, and you must tell them that if there is no food to eat, you can come to the dining hall in Tiangong to eat.

Abu, people in our tribe cannot starve to death, especially after we allocate land to tribesmen, we must not starve people to death. This is very important, and it is also the bottom line of our Yunchuan tribe. ”

Abu smiled and said: “There will be no starvation of people. They are not fools. They are really hungry. They will come to the Tiangong canteen to find food.”

Kuafu sneered: “Abu, do you know that the samurai you arranged for the third pass is very vicious? Did you know that the samurai you arranged will prevent the tribe from entering the third pass. I can’t enter the pass, so how can I go to the Tiangong canteen to beg for food?

In the past, the patriarch was by their side. They could see the patriarch anytime and anywhere, and they would tell the patriarch that they were hungry if they had no food.

Now, the patriarch lives in the heavenly palace, and often does not appear among the clans for a month or two. For such a long time, if there are hungry people, they would have starved to death. ”

Kuafu’s remarks made Abu a little bit irritated, and Yunchuan’s face was red. Before Abu scolded Kuafu, Yunchuan put on fur, put on a hat, called for a bison, a wolf, and stepped on the back of the cow. , Took the wolf down the mountain.

Abu angrily said to Kuafu: “We manage the clansmen very well. There is no need to worry about the patriarch. The patriarch should stay in the palace and write more books to make the clansmen smarter. This is what the patriarch wants to do. It’s not a matter of opening the pot of the tribe to see if there is food in the pot.”

Kuafu spit a sip of tea foam at Abu, hehe smiled: “The patriarch is the patriarch of all of us. He should always let the tribesmen see. If the tribes don’t know what their family’s growth has become, so what? Allegiance to the patriarch?”

“The patriarch is a god! God should be high above!”

“The patriarch is my patriarch. I need to see it often. Even if the patriarch is a god, that’s my god. I need God to be with me…”

Riding a big bison, Yunchuan left the Tiangong surrounded by four giant guards. Whenever he saw someone’s house, he would push the door to check.

Feel whether the family’s house is warm or not, see if their mattresses are too old to use, if they need to be replaced, and if there is enough food in their pots, and if the stored food has been rattled Harm, or moldy.

After a busy day, I saw less than a hundred households.

As far as the current situation is concerned, although there are some problems in a few households, they have nothing to do with food. Among them, two foolish households blocked all the holes in the house tightly, and then set fire in the house. pond…

Yunchuan explained to the people patiently that he could not plug the hole in the house while burning the firepit. He didn’t tell them about carbon monoxide poisoning. He only said that doing so would make people become fools.

Compared with becoming a fool, carbon monoxide poisoning is naturally more deterrent than becoming a fool. UU reading www.uukanshu.com plus the clan people have always listened to the patriarch’s words as an oracle, and the patriarch said that he would not do so. Well, they will change and finally form a living habit.

Even if everyone doesn’t understand carbon monoxide killing, they can avoid this terrifying killer.

When I returned to Tiangong with backache and back pain at night, I found the fine hygiene.

“Why didn’t you tell me if you are fine?” Yun Chuan was somewhat angry, and asked the 姼 who helped Jingwei deliver the baby.

Jiao said in a puzzled way: “Why should a woman tell the king when she has a child?”

“Get out!” Yunchuan hurled away angrily, picked up the wrapped child, and looked carefully.

This is a daughter, a small, ugly, soft daughter.

Jing Wei patted his deflated belly and said to Yunchuan, “No way this time. I gave birth to a daughter, but not next time.”

Yun Chuan glanced at Jingwei with an unhappy expression: “Why? Just because you gave birth to a daughter?”