MTL - I-Chapter 7 007【Changes】

  Chapter 7 007【Changes】

  Whether it is a film or television work or reading a novel, Zhao Han will feel an inexplicable embarrassment when he sees the protagonist pointing at the sky and yelling "God thief" at the top of his voice.

  However, now he himself wants to scold—the thief of Japan!

  日, into, straight, one meaning, common in the Ming Dynasty.

  "Straight mother thief" seems classical and elegant, but in fact these three words are very dirty, a hundred times more disgusting than "Japanese mother", appearing in CCTV dramas is pure nonsense. That's right, it's the TV series "Water Margin"!

  The sun, the moon, this is a common saying.

  Sun, Taiyin, this is the scientific name.

  After the word "日" became popular, "日头" sounded like a curse, and even forced "sun" because of this, making the scientific name gradually become a folk saying.

  So, why does Zhao Han want the mother of God?

  Because he was disgusted by the thief God!

   Encountered a cold snap in Tianjin, Zhao Han specially spent money to buy a few feet of cotton cloth, and the brother and sister wrapped them up to keep out the cold at night. Unexpectedly, after leaving Tianjin, only a few miles away, the weather suddenly turned from cloudy to sunny, which made him and his younger sister almost suffer from heat stroke.

   The heat is unbearable.

  Halfway, I had to stop to rest and find a shady place to avoid the sun.

  On the first day of going south, I only walked less than 20 miles, and spent most of the time resting in the cool and hiding from the sun.

   Arrive at Yangliuqing Town in the evening. Decades ago, this town was extremely prosperous. But as Yang Qingshuiyi moved away, the town gradually declined, and it was no longer as lively as it used to be.

   There are also hungry people here!

  As the first big town to the south of Tianjin, it is naturally a good place to escape famine and beg for food. At this time, there were probably hundreds of hungry people who turned into beggars and gathered together to beg in and outside the town.

  All the shops in the town chose to close, for fear of being robbed by hungry people.

  By the canal outside the town, there is an abandoned Tianfei Temple.

  Mazu is not only the **** of the sea, but also the patron saint of water transportation, and has the official endorsement of the Ming court. Yangliuqing Town prospered due to water transportation, and raised funds to build the Tianfei Temple, but now there is no incense.

  The brothers and sisters planned to spend the night in Tianfei Temple, but before they entered the temple gate, they saw densely packed hungry people lying inside.

   "You can't live here." Zhao Han pulled his little sister, turned around and continued walking along the canal.

   After another two miles, it was already dark.

  The brothers and sisters picked up dead branches and leaves along the way, took out a broken earthen pot, and prepared to light a fire to cook porridge.

   "Crack, crack!"

   Zhao Han is already proficient in using the fire scythe that came from Lord Hou's house.

  Put the flint on hay and strike it with a scythe, and it will ignite in a few seconds. It is as convenient as a match, and you are not afraid of getting wet in the rain.

  Rice was too expensive, so Zhao Han only bought three catties of millet and three catties of corn.

   Millet is yellow rice, one of the ancient five grains.

  As for corn, it was introduced into China during the Wanli period. The first planting province was Guangxi, and the second planting province was Henan. Just looking at the geographical jump, you know that there are officials promoting it. No matter what era, there will always be a few good officials who do things.

  The people at the bottom have nothing to ask for, they can only hope that they will meet a good official. Moreover, it doesn't have to be blue sky, it is enough to be able to do practical things.

   "Second brother, I'm here to wash the rice." Zhao Zhenfang was very active.

  Zhao Han said with a smile: "After that, I will leave all the cooking to you."

  Zhao Zhenfang said proudly: "I can make a fire at the age of four, and my mother and eldest sister praise me for my ability."

  Zhao Han caressed the top of the little girl's head, not knowing what to say.

  Water is scooped from the canal. Mix the millet and corn into the pot, and then sprinkle a pinch of coarse salt, and soon there will be bursts of food aroma.

  The brothers and sisters ate a feast, and after they were full, they wrapped themselves in cotton cloth and slept together in the open.

  The next morning, Zhao Han felt something was wrong.

  The little girl felt hot all over, and when she touched her forehead, she really had a severe burn.

  The reality is so unreasonable. Zhao Zhenfang fled famine with her family. It rained heavily in Tianjin, and my whole body was soaked and I didn't get sick. When the cold wave invaded, I was shivering at night, but I still didn't get sick at that time.

  But now the weather is getting hotter, the temperature was normal last night, I can still eat and wear warm clothes, and my nutrition is relatively adequate, but somehow I fell ill and had a fever!

  Zhao Han was afraid that his sister would burn out his brain, so he hurriedly asked, "Little sister, can you hear me?"

  Zhao Zhenfang opened her eyes, squeezed out a smile, and said weakly: "Second brother, I have no energy..."

   "Then sleep for a while, drink some porridge first, and the second brother will take you to the doctor." Zhao Han comforted.

   There was still some porridge left over from the miscellaneous grain porridge cooked last night, so Zhao Han helped his little sister to drink it.

  He did not return to Yangliuqing Town. Due to the existence of a large number of hungry people, the shops in the town were closed and closed, and it was impossible to open the door to strangers.

   Ten-year-old Zhao Han, carrying his six-year-old sister on his back, walked along the canal to Jinghai County.

  After only advancing one mile, Zhao Han's legs trembled.

  He put the little girl down, and tore the cotton cloth used to keep out the cold into several long strips. Then it is tied from the feet to the knees, and slowly wound around a circle to make a marching weapon - leggings.

   Without leggings, you can’t do it. If you travel long distances with overload, even if you can reach your destination, your legs will be ruined directly.

  Zhao Han leaned on the spear with one hand, and supported the little girl's leg with the other, gritting his teeth and persevering every step forward.

  Even after recuperating for more than half a month, his body is still too weak, and his physical strength is below the average line of his peers.

   Had it not been for the sneak attack at night, it would have been impossible to kill Lord Hou!

   After walking for an unknown distance, Zhao Zhenfang woke up suddenly, leaned on her brother's shoulder and said, "Second brother, am I going to die?"

   "I can't die." Zhao Han stopped and wiped his sweat.

Zhao Zhenfang was still talking to herself: "If I die, I will definitely be able to see my parents and my eldest brother. I just don't know where my sister is. She used to leave all the delicious food to me. I miss my sister so much these days." .”

  Zhao Han comforted and said: "When we grow up, let's go find my sister."

  Zhao Zhenfang didn't speak anymore, and she didn't know if she fell asleep.

  Walking another two miles, I came across a willow tree not peeled by the river. Zhao Han couldn't move anymore, and was so hot that he was sweating all over, so he had to stop under the shade of a tree to rest for a while.

   Touched the little girl's forehead again, it was still burning hot.

  Zhao Han fetched water from the canal to boil, then soaked the cotton cloth with cold water, wiped the little girl's body to cool down physically, and took the opportunity to restore his physical strength.

   Wait until the boiling water is no longer hot, wake up the little girl and drink it.

  Dark clouds floated in the sky, instantly covering the sun, and the temperature became sultry.

  Don't rain, don't rain, don't rain!

  Zhao Han became flustered, and hurriedly picked up his younger sister and hurried on the road. The younger sister who was running a fever could not get out of the rain.

   "Hoo hoo hoo..."

  Short and heavy breathing, accompanied by muffled thunder from the sky, Zhao Han could only move forward step by step. He didn't dare to stop anymore, he was afraid that if he stopped, he wouldn't be able to walk anymore, but gradually he couldn't walk anymore, so he could only sit down and rest, and physically cool down the little sister by the way.

   I don’t know when, the dark clouds in the sky cleared up, and God didn’t seem to plan to rain.

  Zhao Han breathed a sigh of relief, but the local farmers could only lament.

   Going forward for a few miles, Zhao Han met three farmers, who seemed to be father and son.

  These belong to the tenants, and they only pay rent to the landlord, and do not have to deal with the tax collectors. Fortunately, I met a benevolent landlord who allowed them to default on their land rent and lent them seeds to replant autumn grain.

  Zhao Han stopped immediately, put the little **** the ground, and then picked up the spear to guard.

  The father and son were also taken aback, staring at Zhao Han from a distance.

   Confirmed the eyes, it is irrelevant.

  Zhao Han continued on his way, and the three tenants went to the canal to steal water.

   Yes, steal water!

  During the dry season, or in case of drought, in order to ensure smooth water transportation, no one is allowed to come to the Grand Canal to carry water. One of the important tasks of the guarding troops along the coast is to prevent farmers from stealing water from the canal to irrigate their fields.

  The two sides staggered past and looked at each other. They were both hard-working people.

  Suddenly, Zhao Han took out a handful of copper coins: "Old man, are you short of money?"

  The old farmer said unhappily: "Who is not lacking?"

  Zhao Han asked: "How long will it take to arrive at the county seat?"

  The old farmer replied: "Ten miles away."

   "Help me carry my sister to the county seat. These coins are fixed money." Zhao Han took out another piece of silver. "When we get there, I will give you the money too."

   "Really?" One of the old farmer's sons was overjoyed.

  Zhao Han put the copper coins on the ground, and took a few steps back: "Get it yourself."

  The old farmer immediately came to pick up the money.

   "Slow down!" Zhao Han stopped again.

   "Anything else?" asked the old farmer.

Zhao Han said: "Only one person is allowed to go to the county seat, and the others are not allowed to follow. I'm afraid that you will kill people and steal your money. Of course, you can also try. I have killed more than ten people with my spear, and I don't care about killing three more people." Five."

  The three father and son looked at each other in blank dismay.

  Zhao Han really had no other choice. His physical strength was almost exhausted, and it was impossible for him to carry his little sister to the county for medical treatment.

   I can only gamble that these three farmers are honest people.

  The father and son discussed for a while, and decided that the old farmer and the second son would continue to carry water, and the eldest son would go to the county with Zhao Han. They are also betting that Zhao Han will keep his word and give some life-saving money when the time comes.

   Continue on your way.

  The eldest son carried the younger sister on his back, and Zhao Han followed behind with a spear, and immediately shot to kill if there was any change!

  The two of them stopped and walked, stopping to rest for every two miles they advanced. By the way, fetch water and wipe the little girl's forehead with a wet towel, lest the body temperature be too high to burn people out.

   Nearly 20 miles away, after walking for a long time, I finally saw the city wall of Jinghai County in front of me.

  When he was outside the moat, the farmer put Zhao Zhenfang down, turned around and said to Zhao Han, "Little brother, I won't go there."

   "Yes." Zhao Han took a few steps back, put the broken silver on the ground, and then walked around waiting for the other party to pick it up.

  No accident happened, the farmer picked up the silver and left.

  Zhao Han looked at the other side of the moat, feeling chilly in his heart. He had a premonition that he might not be able to enter the city.

  Because there are also a large number of hungry people gathered outside Jinghai County.

  Moreover, hungry people have flooded across the moat, scattered in the residential areas outside the city, begging for food everywhere in the streets and alleys.

  The people of Jinghai who live near Guo are panic-stricken, and every family stays behind closed doors. If it continues for a few more days, they will have to run out of food, because there is no way to go to the street to buy rice.

  Zhao Han carried his little sister on his back to cross the bridge. The streets outside the city were full of starving people, and there were starving people lying here and there.

   Walked all the way to the outside of the city gate, and the gate was closed tightly.

  …

  Fei Yinghuan and Wei Jianxiong, master and servant, left Tianjin a day later than Zhao Han, but they walked quickly, and they happened to arrive at Jinghai County at this time.

   "Open the city gate!" Fei Yinghuan yelled.

  The gate guard stood on the tower and saw Fei Yinghuan wearing a Confucian shirt. He replied: "This gentleman, please go back. The county has an order to prohibit anyone from entering or leaving."

Fei Yinghuan drew his sword and pointed at the tower, angrily said: "Quickly report to Wang Yongshi that Fei Dazhao of Qianshan is here. If he doesn't let me in, when I return to Jiangxi, I will publicize what he did in Jinghai County." Good thing. Excessive taxation, starvation everywhere, cannibalism...I want to teach him to discredit him, and let the Wang family be cast aside forever by the elders of his hometown!"

  Wang Yongshi is the magistrate of Jinghai County.

  The guards did not dare to neglect, and immediately ran to report.

   Zhao Han's eyes lit up, he asked the little girl to lie down against the wall, straightened her clothes and walked over, bowed her hands and said, "Boy, see you sir!"

  (end of this chapter)