Jiang Nv is indescribable

Chapter 44: One White, One Black

The village was more dilapidated than the ones they had passed through before.

Because it is located on the bank of the Huang River, as long as there is a war, there is no escape.

There were countless deaths and injuries among the young and strong, and those who survived and were able to run basically fled to the south, either as refugees or as shady households, and only a few old, weak, sick and disabled remained in the village.

Floods occurred again last year, and life became more and more difficult. It became what they saw now, a village with hundreds of families, but a few had food, and nine out of ten people were poor.

Shao Bo originally wanted to arrange Jiang Fosang to live in the Lili's house, after all, it was the only decent house in the village - even though it was only two adobe houses, at least the whole house could be sheltered from the wind and rain.

It's just that the Li Li and his old wife are both ill. Although they expressed their willingness to vacate the house for nobles to live in, Shao Bo refused out of taboo and fear of getting angry.

Liang Nai also disagrees.

Jiang Fosang didn't want to disturb the local households, and it was raining heavily, so there was no need to delay, so he pointed to a nearby household: "Let's just take this one."

It is said to be a family, but in fact, a family is not a family.

Both his wife and son died, leaving only the old woman and granddaughter to depend on each other.

The old woman's hair was gray and her eyes were not very good. She leaned on a cane tremblingly to greet the nobleman, and waved behind her: "Hei Nu, come here."

The black girl was dressed in ragged clothes and her face was dirty. She was obviously about the same age as Chang Pu and the others, and she looked as thin as eleven or twelve.

She is not timid either, she kowtows to Jiang Fosang when lying on the ground.

"Don't." Jiang Fosang hurriedly held her back, "Get up, there's no need."

One white and one black, the clasped hands form a stark contrast.

The black girl finally showed some discomfort, withdrew her hand, and hid behind the old woman.

The old woman invited them into the house.

There are only four walls in the house, not even a guest couch.

Liang Nai led the people to do a lot of work, and after laying out the couch and setting up the table, there was no room for people to sit.

Jiang Fosang invited the old woman to sit down, but the old woman refused, for fear of dirtying the delicate mat.

She and the black girl squatted on the cattail mat at the door, the grandparents and grandchildren cuddled together, the old woman looked fearful and fawning, while the black girl's eyes were black and white, more curious and judgmental.

Jiang Fosang was very helpless about this upside-down situation, and asked Calamus to bring the food on the table to the two of them.

The old woman waved her hand, and only after Changpu's insistence did she take the quick marrow cake for the black girl.

Hei Nu held the snow-white pith cake in her palm, the whiteness reminded her of the nobleman's hand, she looked at it again and again, but refused to eat it.

Jiang Fosang learned from Mrs. Liang that Mrs. Jiu and the craftsman had arranged to live nearby, so she felt relieved and started chatting with the old woman.

From the harvest chat to the land tax, the old woman didn't say a word of bitterness when she replied, but the bitterness ran out from the ditches all over her face.

"Fortunately, we haven't fought much in recent years." The old woman smiled, "The world is peaceful, and the lives of ordinary people will be better."

But how long can the current peace last?
The old woman didn't know, and neither did Jiang Fosang.

"Old man," Jiang Fosang changed the topic and subconsciously asked, "Can you have dinner?"

The old woman didn't speak, and the black woman beside her asked, "What is an evening meal?"

Calamus smiled and explained to her: "It's something to fill your stomach at night. There are morning food and lunch, and of course there are evening food."

But Hei Nu said: "We only have one meal a day, there is no morning meal, and no evening meal."

Calamus choked and asked, "Then what do you eat?"

"When there is plenty, wheat rice, bean soup and wild vegetables."

In other words, if you are not rich, you will not get even these crude foods.

Calamus asked her to take herself to the studio to have a look.

When the farmer came to the office to talk about it, the black woman took her to the south corner and pointed: "This is it."

The black and short stove has only one stove eye on it, and there is a pot-bellied cauldron with gaps everywhere, without even a steamer.

Calamus looked at Liangyu in embarrassment.Originally, I wanted to borrow the stove to cook some food for the lady, but this...

Mrs. Liang had no choice but to ask someone to carry the cooking utensils to the carriage.

The old woman didn't notice this, but thought that the nobleman was hungry and probably wanted to show her kindness as a landlord, so she got up and scraped for half a day in the broken vat next to the stove, scraping out half a scoop of coarse wheat, and then asked the black woman to fetch water.

There was only one well in the village, and the black girl went out with two wooden buckets, not even a pole.

Jiang Fosang saw that she was so thin that she looked like she could carry water, so she asked Liang Shuo to help.

But the old woman said no: "Don't look at the black girl as thin and small, she is born with great strength, and no ordinary man can compare to her."

Jiang Fosang thought she was exaggerating and let Liang Shuo go anyway.

After a while, the two turned around.

The black woman carried a bucket full of water in each of her left and right hands, light and effortless, and she walked all the way back, her face neither red nor out of breath.

Liang Shuo followed behind her, spreading his hands: "My lady, it's not that I won't help, she won't let me."

More than just refusing to give in, he was also stubborn, refusing to be touched by others.

Seeing that it didn't make sense, Liang Shuo wanted to go up and snatch it, but she casually pushed him to the ground.

Liang Shuo was stunned!

After all, he was a big man, but he was raped by a little girl...

Changpu and others pointed at his muddy buttocks and giggled. He was so ashamed that he changed clothes and ran away quickly.

Over there, the old woman has started cooking.

Liang Nai stopped her in time and signaled them to do it.

Only then did the old woman notice the complete and brand-new kitchen utensils they brought, and there was flour and rice. She felt embarrassed and poured back the half scoop of rough wheat.

"It's the old woman who is being rude, how can a nobleman eat such rough food..."

What kind of food can Jiang Fosang not eat?

She didn't agree with Liang Yu's behavior at first, but when someone lifted the lid of the jar to take a look, there was only a spoonful of wheat grains left in it, a thin layer that couldn't even cover the bottom of the jar.

And looking around, there is no place to store grain, let alone a granary.

Jiang Fusang knew that this was the last food left by his grandfather and grandson, so he couldn't bear it, and said: "Don't think too much, the old man, it's too much trouble to live in a precious place when the road is cloudy and rainy, how can we bother you? At any rate, it's allowed. Let's talk about it, and it happens that you also have a taste of our southern delicacies."

Knowing that this was a polite remark, the old woman was also happy when she heard it, and let go of her restraint just now.

The good girl took the cook to Zhang Luoxi for dinner, and the black girl squatted in front of the stove to light the fire.

Jiang Fosang asked the old woman, "How can I survive with these rations left?"

"Last year was flooded, and the crops almost failed to keep up with the stubble, and the land was soaked. In previous years, the wheat harvest was almost finished at this time, and this year we have to wait."

"How long?"

"Ten days and a half a month, it's about done."

With such a little food, two or three meals are often used up, how can it last for so long?
The old woman smiled and said: "There are thick ways to eat, and rare and thin ways to eat. Besides, I am getting old, my teeth are not good, I don't eat much, and the black woman's food intake is also small. If it is still not enough, dig some grass roots and bark on the mountain. , will never starve to death."

Jiang Fosang was speechless for a while, and the maidservants were also silent.

They thought it was hard enough to be a slave and a maidservant, but they didn't expect that there were people in the world who suffered more.

"If the sky had cleared up earlier, the grain would have been put into the warehouse sooner." The old woman looked at the dark sky outside and sighed, "I'm afraid the sky won't open its eyes, the next one will never end."

As soon as the words fell, Jiang Fosang only felt his cheeks wet.

Stretching out his hand to touch it, he raised his head——

Another drop hit her eyelid.

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