MTL - Farmer of Shu Han-Chapter 1275 exile

  Chapter 1275 Exile

   "Last name First name?"

   "The surname is Feng, the name is Chuan, and the word is Bomao."

   "Where is the family name?"

   "Bingzhou Shangdang Huguan."

  Feng Chuan looked nervously at Shu Cao who was buried in writing at his desk.

   Fortunately, Shu Cao didn't ask why he was sent here.

  Although the other party should have known, or expected.

  But Feng Chuan didn't want to say that he was an outlaw in front of so many people.

  For Feng Chuan, this was almost an insult.

   "Do you have any skills?"

  Feng Chuan was taken aback immediately: "Craft?"

   "No craft?"

   Shu Cao raised his head and looked at Feng Chuan with a serious expression, without any sarcasm in his eyes. It seemed that he asked a very common question.

   But Feng Chuan still felt a rush of blood rushed to his forehead.

  Although the road has been full of dust and dust, but no matter how you look at it, you don’t look like a craftsman, do you?

   "I don't know how to craft!"

  Feng Chuan, who still couldn't let go of his figure, tried to deny that he was a craftsman, and his voice was louder, even he was taken aback.

  Knowing that he was reckless, he read the book with some worry and fear.

  Shu Cao didn't change his expression, but there was some weirdness in his eyes:

   "Can't craft? Can't do anything?"

  Feng Chuanchu blushed.

   "Are you literate?"

   Feng Chuan answered in a hurry as if he had been pardoned:

   "Yes, yes, this will."

   "What books have you read?"

   This time, Feng Chuan's face became hot again, a little ashamed:

   "Just a rough grasp of literature and ink, specializing in "Spring and Autumn" and "The Analects of Confucius", but not yet proficient."

  This time, it was Shucao's turn to twitch:

   into his mother's!

  Have specialized in research, and still say that you are proficient in writing?

  You children of aristocratic families, you really are... otherworldly!

   But when you get here, I'm afraid you will have to find fireworks to eat by yourself!

   "Where are the family members? Tell them to come and register."

  Feng Chuan breathed a sigh of relief, turned around quickly, and called his mother and two younger sisters.

  In fact, he also has a wife and a son, but the son is too young, not yet three years old.

  So his wife and son stayed in Tongyi.

  The emperor of the Han family once specially issued an edict: Those who migrated to the border, children under the age of five and elderly people over fifty can stay in Tongyi temporarily.

  No matter how old or young you are, you can leave another person around to take care of you.

   I have to say that this generation of Emperor Liu is indeed kind—otherwise, according to the law, these people would be driven on the road, and an unknown number of them would be thrown by the side of the road.

   Shu Cao finished registering, and handed over another piece of paper:

   "Take it, don't lose it, this is a proof of exchange for your family's rations."

  After the instructions, he pointed in another direction, "Did you see that sign? Follow it, take this certificate, and go to exchange your rations and blankets."

   When Feng Chuan heard it, although he couldn't believe it, he still subconsciously held on to the certificate, for fear of being blown away by the wind.

  Everything in the family, property, property, servants...has been confiscated.

  In addition to the personal clothes, there are at most some personal items left.

   I was still worried about whether I would starve to death when I got here.

   I didn't expect the government to distribute rations.

   Really unexpected.

  Although the ration is not much, it is based on human hair, a bag of millet, and a bag of gray yutou powder.

  Basically enough to feed Feng Chuan's family for a month.

  Each person was also given a blanket.

  The blankets are of poor quality, with a pungent smell, and it can be seen that they are made of scraps.

  If it was changed to before, Feng Chuan's family probably wouldn't even take a look at it.

   But now, they hugged the blanket tightly, as if they were hugging precious silk.

  Come this way, although there is a place to rest at night, but how many nights, they are extravagant, if there is a piece of clothing that can be wrapped in sleep at night, that would be great.

  I have food and clothing, and even a place to live.

  Feng Chuan's family was divided into two vaults.

   There is also a small coal stove in each dome—of course, cow and sheep dung can also be burned.

   Plus a clay pot for cooking, and a wooden spoon in the pot.

   "These things are lent to you by the government in advance, and they will be converted into money and food and returned in the future."

  Cao, who led them here, briefly introduced the situation here, and told the precautions, and finally gave this sentence, and left.

  Looking at the living conditions that were worse than those of the servants in the clan before, Feng Chuan felt neither disgust nor anger, but a tinge of joy:

   "I finally have a place to live."

  Since he was convicted, he moved from Shangdang to Tongyi, and from Tongyi to Jiuyuan.

  During the journey, we lived in the open air, were in fear, suffered all kinds of cold and warm, and even worried that we would be in danger.

   I didn't know that here, I can still have food and shelter, which is much better than I imagined.

   "I don't know how long it will take to return these things."

  Mother Feng is a woman in her forties, holding a blanket in her arms, with a worried look on her face.

  In this world, how can there be any benefit for nothing?

   Not to mention that they are exiles.

  The more you give, the harder you will be charged in the future.

  Feng Chuan could see it, but he shook his head:

   "Mum, what's the use of thinking about this now?"

   paused, then said:

   "Based on our current situation, it is not an exaggeration to say that they are going to steal the fish. Even if they rob them openly, we are powerless to resist."

   "Why do you need to go through so much trouble, borrowing food and lodging? What are you trying to figure out?"

   And with their current situation, they basically have nothing. What is it worth the other party to make such a big calculation?

   Wouldn’t it be better to grab it directly?

  Hearing what her son said, Mother Feng naturally reacted, isn't that true?

   "Let's rest first, I haven't had a good rest all this way."

  Anyway, it has reached this point, and it is useless to think about it.

   Not to mention the current situation, it is much better than imagined.

  The youngest girl looked at the small coal stove and clay pot, and asked with some hesitation:

   "Brother, should we cook some millet?"

  Although when they first arrived, the government gave everyone a big bowl of hot rice porridge and a big steamed bun made of Yutou powder.

   It's not right to say that I'm hungry, but I always want to eat another bite.

  Feng Chuan's eyes also fell on the small coal stove, and subconsciously touched his stomach.

   Finally shook his head:

   "No, don't overeat if you are hungry for a long time, otherwise you will easily accumulate food and bloat your stomach and intestines."

  Although it is not the direct descendant of the Feng family, Feng Chuan's family originally had some property.

   In troubled times, there are simply not too many refugees.

   How did the tenants and Tian slaves of the big family come from?

   Isn’t it the kindness to take in those poor people who are homeless and have nothing to eat in times of disaster and famine?

  In this year, when the weather is smooth, the government is smooth and the people are harmonious, and there are no refugees, that is a strange thing.

  So Feng Chuan has seen more than once, those refugees who are extremely hungry, they can't control their mouths when they see food.

  The people in the village couldn't hold it back with all their might, and in the end they pushed themselves to death.

   Besides, the matter here has been told more than once that no matter how hungry you are, you should not eat too much at one time, otherwise, problems will easily occur.

  Through this journey, suffering is suffering, tiredness is tiring, but if you are starving, or even so hungry that you can’t control yourself when you see something to eat, it’s not that bad.

   At most, I don’t eat very well.

  So it is far from the point where I would rather break my stomach and continue to eat.

   Not to mention these broomcorns and yutou powder, if it is replaced by the old Feng's...

  Feng Chuan cut off his thoughts in time.

  My lord is no longer alive, Feng Chuan knows that he is now the pillar of the family.

  He has to take responsibility for some things.

  Instead of always thinking about what happened in the past, it is better to think more about what will happen in the future.

  Feng Chuan, who was exhausted physically and mentally, wrapped the blanket around himself after entering the dome, and soon burst into loud voices.

   On the second day, he was woken up by the voices outside the dome and the smoke that kept drifting in.

   "Water?"

  Feng Chuan got up and rushed out without hesitation.

   Upon seeing it, it turned out that the mother was squatting in front of the small coal stove with the little sister to fiddle with something, making thick smoke billowing.

   "Mum, what are you doing?"

  The little girl who was pouting her little **** and desperately blowing air into the small coal stove heard the sound, and quickly turned her head:

   "Ah, bro, are you up?"

   "Well," Feng Chuan responded, and approached, "What are you doing?"

   "I'm making breakfast!"

  The little girl has a few small black marks on her face, and the clothes on her body are also dirty, even torn in several places, and I haven't had a chance to mend them yet.

   At first glance, it looks like a country girl.

   Although Feng Chuan's family is not a descendant of the Feng family, when they were in Shangdang, even if their status in the clan was not high, they did not have to worry about food and clothing.

  The little girl who has always been loved, when did she suffer this?

   Seeing the little girl like this, Feng Chuan felt distressed for a while.

   "San Niang woke up from hunger in the middle of the night, and she just endured it until dawn. No, as soon as it dawned, I wanted to get up and make some breakfast."

  Mother Feng's tone was gentle, and she looked at a son and a daughter with complicated eyes.

  Feng Wei felt even more sad when he heard it.

   In the past, when the Feng family was prosperous, this kind of millet was not available on the stage. Today, the little girl is even greedy for this.

   "Where's Er Niang?"

   "She went over there to fetch water."

  Feng Chuan's expression changed:

   "Mum, we don't know each other well, how can we let her go there alone?"

   "It's not far, don't worry."

  Mother Feng shook her head and pointed in one direction, "You can see it from here, and there are soldiers patrolling over there."

   "Yes, yes, they still lead a lot of dogs!"

  Feng Sanniang interjected unwillingly, and exclaimed, "There are so many dogs here!"

  Although the State of Wei has always called Ji Han "Shu captive" and "Western thief" or something, it is undeniable that Ji Han's military discipline is the best among the Three Kingdoms.

  During Liu Bei's era, cities were not slaughtered, and the people supported the old and the young to follow.

  In the era of the prime minister, the army was governed with clarity, and rewards and punishments were trustworthy.

   Coupled with the slogan of revitalizing the Han Dynasty and returning to the old capital, it is naturally even more impossible to condone the underlings to plunder the people.

   As for the fact that someone named Feng is in charge of the army, the national power is getting stronger and stronger, and the three prosperity of the Han Dynasty is in sight.

   There is no need to use methods such as city washing to boost morale.

   Not only will it ruin the reputation, but it will also ruin the justice of the king's teacher.

   Military pay?

   Yes!

  Even military merits can also be awarded fields.

   Not to mention that Feng has expressed his opinion more than once, Ge Gui Feng Sui.

  Ruling the country by law is the national policy.

  Even if the Shangdang tycoon is involved in a lot of thieves and thieves, the scope of attack is bigger, but there is evidence.

  Because behind Ji Han's rule of law, there is another sentence, strict rule of law.

   Those who are loyal and beneficial to the time will be rewarded even if they are enemies; those who break the law and neglect will be punished even if they are relatives.

  Thieves and thieves have all harmed the big man. If you don’t check it carefully, do you really think that the law of the big man is interpreted by you?

  Do you know what the right of final interpretation is? !

   You don’t have the right to interpret knowledge, but you still want the right to interpret the law?

   But in any case, thanks to the foundation laid by the prime minister, the official atmosphere of the big man is basically relatively clean and pragmatic.

  As for the army, it is also "military discipline".

  For many big families in the east, the appearance of the Han army may represent a kind of fear.

   But on the vast grasslands far away from the Central Plains, seeing the Han army patrolling is reassuring.

   Not to mention Feng Chuan and his group, they just arrived yesterday, the government hasn't made any arrangements yet, and they are still prisoners under the government's custody.

  Who eats a leopard and dares to break ground on the head of the Han family government?

  Especially in places like the Jiuyuan Dudufu, which is half army and half village, there are also river-crossing raptors like Xinghanhui.

   Don’t look at Feng Chuan and the others as criminals inside the Great Wall, but outside the Great Wall, they are precious human resources.

  Whoever dares to reach out randomly, it is not a matter of chopping hands and feet, but chopping head directly!

   Sure enough, Feng Erniang came back soon with a pot full of water.

  Because of his lack of strength, his body shook a little.

  Feng Chuan saw it, and hurried up to take it.

   "We can't go too far."

  Feng Erniang stuck out her tongue, her face was wet and clean, she seemed to have taken this opportunity to wash her face by the water.

  She pointed to the place where the Han army had patrolled:

   "We can't cross that stream."

"Um."

   Shi Cao had already reminded them of this matter yesterday.

"When I was fetching water, I thought it would be cleaner in the middle of the water. Unexpectedly, a group of soldiers passed by. The dogs were so fierce that they barked at me. One of them almost rushed over, but fortunately, it was stopped. "

  Feng Erniang patted her chest in fear.

   Who knows where there are so many vicious dogs in Han?

  Come this way, not to mention guarding their army, even the post office, all of them have a few big dogs to guard the gate.

   "Are you okay?"

  Hearing that her daughter was almost bitten by a dog, Mother Feng, who was putting the clay pot on the small coal stove, also asked worriedly.

"it's okay no problem."

  Feng Erniang replied quickly, reaching into her arms at the same time, took out a cloth bag, and handed it to her mother:

   "Grandma, here it is!"

"What's this?"

   "The meat pie, the general of the army, saw that I was scared by the vicious dog, so he gave me such a meat pie as an apology."

   Meatloaf?

  Feng Sanniang, who was working hard to learn how to make a fire, suddenly turned around and stared straight at the cloth bag in sister's hand.

   Even Feng Chuan couldn't help swallowing.

   How many days have you not eaten meat?

  Mother Feng took it in disbelief, spread it out, and immediately a scent of oil came to her nostrils.

   "Gululu!"

   I don't know whether it was swallowing saliva or my stomach was growling, Feng Sanniang showed an embarrassed look on her face.

   "The general of the Han army, would you be so kind?"

  Compared to the three Feng brothers and sisters, after all, Feng's mother has more knowledge and thinks more.

  The reputation of the army of the later Han Dynasty is far inferior to that of the former Han Dynasty.

  Emperor Gaodi of the former Han Dynasty entered Guanzhong, and Qiu did not commit any crimes.

  After the Han Guangwu pacified the world, the army looted.

  The former Han Dynasty paid great attention to military merits, and most of the soldiers were from good families, who knew honor and disgrace, and knew the country.

  In the later Han Dynasty, especially in the middle and late period, there were mostly villains in the army.

  What good family?

  Even the generals are not really good sons. Do you expect the soldiers to be good sons?

  As for the beginning of the troubled times, the name of the soldiers has reached the point where the soldiers are despised like thieves and the people fear them like bandits.

  No way, warlords from all walks of life are massacring the city, and it is basic practice to send troops to loot.

   It's no wonder that his reputation can get better.

  Although Ji Han’s military discipline is very good, his impression of soldiers for a long time is that it is extremely rare not to take the initiative to plunder the army of the people.

   Actually offered to give you food?

   Still such a fragrant meatloaf!

  After being reminded by Feng's mother, Feng Chuan's eyes subconsciously fell on Erniang's clean face.

  A girl from a good family, unless she is ugly, or even mediocre in appearance, her temperament is also here.

   Not to mention Feng Erniang, her appearance is not ordinary.

   Along the way, he was unkempt, and he never showed his true face.

   After finally arriving at the place, I couldn't help cleaning myself, but it was nothing.

   Bad is being seen.

  Feng Chuan felt a "thump" in his heart.

   Cao!

  (end of this chapter)