After Becoming a Refugee Fleeing from Famine

Once he traveled through time, Shen Youran fell headlong into the famine of the Daxing Dynasty. Looking at the farmland that had suffered from drought for years and had no harvest, he gritted his teeth, took his grandmother and young brother, and followed the fleeing team. Thirteen families who stayed together for warmth finally settled down in Jiling County, Jiazhou, and established a small village at the foot of Shuang'er Mountain. In order not to embarrass the "traveling army", Shen Youran tried his best to formulate a development plan for the new village. He planned to provide food and clothing first, and then lead the whole village to become "well-off". "What is 'well-off'?" Jiang Tianxu, who had just been dismissed and returned to his hometown, didn't understand. "A well-off society means that every household has a donkey and a car, everyone has enough food and clothing, as well as emergency money, the lonely elderly can be supported, and the children can read and write..." Jiang Tianxu listened quietly and imagined the human world he described. Shen Youran turned around and smiled: "Brother Xu, do you want to help us?" Looking at the young man who seemed to have light in front of him, Jiang Tianxu nodded solemnly. As days passed, gradually, the village dug wells, dug ponds, built chicken coops, built mills, and later even a school was built. The food stall in the town has also been turned into a decent shop... Year after year, the small Tongxin Village finally took root in this land. Reading Guide 1. Settings such as having no husband/having children! 2. The parents are short-sighted! Focus on warmth and healing! 3. No cheats! You won't get rich suddenly! 4. Micro group portrait 5. There is no escape process. The escape has been completed at the beginning of the chapter. Following the file, I wrote a farming article with the same background, "Smoke from the Deep Mountain Colony", the copy is as follows Three years after Qixing, the war was over. Behind the team that was sent back to Qinzhou, there were two people not far away. A tall man was pushing a wheelbarrow, with two sets of bedding rolled up and piles of pots, bowls and sundries on the wheelbarrow. There was a thin young man sitting next to him, with one leg slightly curled up. The people walking in front would look back from time to time, then turn back and whisper in low voices. "Liu Shichang... Really want to take that man back to his hometown?" The person next to him curled his lips: "What's the point of Liu Shichang? He was already punished because of his affair with that man!" "Tsk. Speaking of this, I don't know what he wants?" The man just now said again, "Not to mention the good future is lost, but now it is difficult for that man to leave, and he is still carrying it like a treasure." Someone winked and started to speak dirty words: "Why do you think Song Zhu is so white and tender?" Several men burst into laughter. More people turned their heads, their eyes drifting back, which meant anything. When those eyes fell on him, Song Zhu's head, which was originally lowered, was buried even lower. The hand hanging on one side clasped the ankle of his right leg time and time again. The car suddenly stopped. Liu Qingfeng bent down and handed the bamboo tube to Song Zhu. His voice was as soft as coaxing a child: "Ajun, come and have a drink of water." Song Zhu didn't move. After a long while, he raised his already red eyes, with tears in them that were about to fall. "Should I... Should not burden you anymore..." "No burden." Liu Qingfeng squatted down, looked up at him, then took the hand by his side and squeezed it gently. "Don't worry, I will take you up the mountain when we get there. No one will recognize us there, and there will be no more gossiping and looking at us." "From now on, it's just the two of us, living a good life, okay?" A teardrop fell down and fell on the back of Liu Qingfeng's hand. Song Zhu hurriedly raised his hand to wipe it, but he wiped more and more. After a long while, he responded with a nasal voice. "... Okay." Only then did Liu Qingfeng smile. He reached out and wiped the corners of his eyes for him. His fingertips were rough but his movements were gentle. "Good boy." Intention: Hard work and continuous self-improvement; the greater the ability, the greater the responsibility;