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Three mule carts creaked and creaked on the official road.
The official road was not smooth, and the merchants sitting on it were sweating from the bumps.
A main road split into two roads at one point. An old woman greeted her warmly at the tea shed on the side of the road: "My guest, come and have a bowl of hot soup to warm yourself up."
The merchant muttered that he was almost dying of heat, but he still got out of the car to let himself and the mule have a rest. But to his surprise, the simple tea shed was almost full, and he finally made room for him. The chubby man The merchants crowded down and the benches creaked.
¡°Don¡¯t collapse!¡± shouted a thin man on the same stool.
The fat merchandiser panted: "Why are there so many people?"
The old woman came over with tea soup: "There was no one on your way here a few days ago."
The fat merchant asked why, and said, "There have never been so many people in the past."
"There was a bandit attack somewhere a few days ago." The thin man shouted, "Kill everyone in the county."
The fat goods dealer sat firm as a mountain: "He's a liar."
"I'm not lying." The old woman proved that Correction did not kill people in a county, but only the magistrate and officers and soldiers of a county.
There were other people sitting around who spoke in more detail, and the fat merchant broke into a sweat again.
"The world has become such a mess? Fortunately, I didn't go here a while ago." He wiped his sweat and became restless again, "Have the remaining bandits been caught?"
"Not yet." The thin man smiled, "Be careful when you walk, don't get arrested."
The fat merchant snorted and lied to him again. Does he look like a ghost? "You are not afraid of me. What are you afraid of?"
As soon as he got out of the car, he saw the carriages, horses and mules parked outside the tea shed, all of which were loaded with goods. The people sitting in the tea shed were not idlers walking around.
"You are selling livestock." He looked at the thin man covering his nose, "You should walk faster and be careful of giving new year's goods to bandits."
The thin man laughed: "No, no, I'm not selling livestock, I use it for my own family."
Someone had already come over and ignored his lies: "You are also going to Dou County, right? Is the livestock there so easy to sell?"
The thin man couldn't hide it and could only nod and admit: "Go and try it."
They talked to each other one by one, and the fat merchant who was not ridiculed felt very lonely. The more he listened, the more wrong he became.
"Wait a minute." He interrupted them, "Where are you going?"
Dou County? Isn't this the place where a skinny dealer exaggerated that all the people in the county were killed? That's where the bandits started making trouble. If you don't avoid that place, you have to jump in with the goods?
"You are all going to Dou County?"
Since the thin man couldn¡¯t hide anything, he stopped hiding it: ¡°Dou County is currently suppressing bandits and is in urgent need of a large amount of goods. We need everything from rice, flour, grain, oil, meat, and wine.¡±
What does the suppression of bandits have to do with goods? The fat merchant didn't react.
The old woman making tea also came over and said, "Sure enough, I want everything. I even saw someone pulling a cart of firewood."
More people joined in the discussion. The tea shed was lively and tense. So many merchants were afraid that they would fall behind. People in the tea shed hurriedly drank tea and went on their way. In the blink of an eye, only the fat merchant was left. The room was empty, and his heart was also empty.
¡°Boss, should we also try Dou County?¡± The clerk came over and asked.
Although they are in a hurry, they have not found a market yet. Business is getting harder and harder every year, so they can only try their luck as the new year is approaching.
¡°If Dou County really needs a large quantity of goods as other merchants said, then this is really an opportunity.
The fat merchant looked in the direction of the road and wiped the sweat from his forehead. It¡¯s unlikely that so many people were there just for him, right?
A horse-drawn cart came rattling over. The cart was filled with cages of chickens and ducks. As the chickens croaked and the ducks clucked, the people on the horses loudly asked, "Mom, which direction is Dou County heading to?"
The old woman was obviously used to this kind of questioning. She pointed southward without raising her head, and the man in the carriage galloped away with his whip, urging horses, roosters, and ducks to croak and cluck.
The fat merchant stood up from the table and said, "Go to Dou County."
The mules and horses kicked up the dust and pulled the carts and creaked away. The hustle and bustle settled down as the sun set. The old woman began to clean up the tea shed. Passers-by came outside again. This group of people included men, women, old and young. They were pushing wheelbarrows and carrying burdens and baskets. They were weak. A beautiful woman is sitting in the car, and a young child is lying in a basket.
"Does grandma still have water?" several young men asked.
This group of people are not merchants or hawkers. They are traveling with their families away from home in the middle of winter. Most of them are fleeing. There have been many people fleeing in recent years. Old womanSighing that each year was not as good as the other, he opened the pot that was about to be covered and asked them to come in to drink water, and then asked what was going on and where they were going.
"The village next to us was attacked by bandits." The men sighed, "Every village is gone. We don't dare to be home anymore. Many people have come out to hide with relatives and friends."
There are bandits again, what a crime, the old woman sighed, looking at the old and young eating a piece of dry biscuit with hot water, she felt very pitiful, and her heart moved: "You might as well go to Dou County and try it."
The man at the head obviously knew about Dou County, and was shocked: "The bandits are making more trouble there, and the county has suffered, so how can we go there?"
"Dou County is suppressing bandits, but the people who work as civilians can have enough to eat." The old woman explained, looking at the group of old and weak people, "And there are porridge vats outside the military camp. Anyone can eat porridge at any time. , I¡¯m afraid you won¡¯t have enough to eat with so many people seeking refuge with your relatives and friends.¡±
Relatives and friends cannot afford to host so many people, and life will definitely not be easy.
Did the Dou County military camp give out porridge? This was unheard of, and the men looked at each other.
"Dou County is close, we can go and have a look. The young people will go there to support the people and have food to eat, and we will beg for some porridge. If not, we will go to relatives and friends." An old man said.
Sometimes it is better to ask for charity from strangers than to trouble relatives and friends.
The old woman smiled and said: "If Min Zhuang does a good job, not only Min Zhuang will be fed, but the whole family will be fed."
Is there such a thing? A group of people looked at each other in disbelief and walked around in desperation. The old man stood up and said, "Let's go to the Dou County military camp and have a look."
¡° Sleeping in the wild in the middle of winter is a torture. It¡¯s better to drive all night and get to Dou County earlier and have a bowl of hot porridge earlier.
The group of people staggered toward Dou County under the setting sun. The old woman covered the pot and left a small stove fire burning. If there were passing by, they could borrow the fire to keep warm at night. Then they slowly went home, looking old and brisk. , this winter will be easier for her. The good business is thanks to the bandits in Dou County.
What a funny world.
The chief secretary of Dou County thought the same way. When he saw the long queue outside the military camp and the tall porridge vats set up, he couldn't understand why calling the people to suppress the bandits turned into giving out porridge. .
"Who are these people?" he asked.
Zhang Xiaoqian, who came to greet him, said enthusiastically: "It's Minzhuang's family members who volunteered to help make porridge. Of course, our military camp is responsible for the food. These are wounded soldiers in the military camp. Although they can't kill the enemy, they can maintain good order."
The chief clerk turned to look at him: "I know these people, I mean, who are these people receiving porridge?"
Zhang Xiaoqian was startled. Looking at the long queue outside the military camp, he realized when there were so many people outside the military camp? It was noisy and lively like a market in Dou County. Could it be that all the people in Dou County came to get porridge? (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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