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Chapter 912 Wang Liu, Wang Qi and Eight Sisters

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    Xushuguan, Suzhou.

    Not far to the southwest of Guanzhen, there is a continuous mountain range, with shabby bamboo shacks built at the foot of the mountain.  The locals call it ¡®Zhuziwo¡¯.

    The so-called "Zhuzi" is a mocking name for Shandong peoplewell, it's a contemptuous name.

    Of course, regional discrimination is widespread, and every province in the Ming Dynasty has similar derogatory names.

    For example, Zhili in Beijing calls it "Xiangma", and Shaanxi calls it "Leopard".  In Shanxi, it¡¯s called ¡®gua¡¯.  In Henan it¡¯s called ¡®Donkey¡¯.  Jiangnan is called "water crab".  In Zhejiang and Huizhou, it is called "Yaldou".  Zhejiang also says "stay".  In Jiangxi, it is called "Laji".  In the Yuan Dynasty, Jiangnan was also called "Laji".  In Fujian, it is called "Lei".  In Sichuan, it¡¯s called ¡®rat¡¯.  Huguang said ¡®dried fish¡¯.  In Guangdong and Guangxi, it is called "snake".  Yungui said "Xiang" In short, no one can escape the regional attack.

    As the name suggests, Kanziwo is where refugees from Shandong gather.  Shandong has a large population but little land but many feudal lords. It has always been a large population in exile.

    Because the cities along the canal are relatively wealthy, the refugees follow the canal from Shandong and beg for food all the way south. If they are lucky enough to find work, they settle there.

    When he found no one alive, he continued southward, but stopped going when he reached Suzhou.  If you can't find a job in the most prosperous city in Jiangnan, there will be no hope elsewhere

    "However, Suzhou has too many people, and the governor pays great attention to the suffering of the people. He requires his subordinate officials to actively help the people get out of poverty, hoping that there will be no extremely poor people in his jurisdiction.

    So the officials demolished all the shacks and bamboo shacks along the streets and drove the refugees and poor people ten miles outside the city.  Now wherever Cai Guoxi looked, he could no longer see poor people

    The refugees had no choice but to find open space to settle in the suburbs of Suzhou.  This group of old Shandong couples built a large shack at the foot of Dayang Mountain, housing hundreds of families.  They take care of each other, communicate with each other, and live a difficult life here.

    Wang Liu¡¯s family is one of them. An ordinary family can no longer be an ordinary family.

    Their family fled from Anqiu County, Qingzhou Prefecture. The land in Anqiu is actually quite fertile, and the green onions that grow there can be as tall as a person.  But unfortunately, there is King Anqiu in the county.

    King Anqiu belongs to the lineage of King Lu, and was granted the title of Anqiu County in the 10th year of Xuande.  After the death of King Lao Anqiu, one son became the king of the county, and the other sons became generals of the country.

    The sons of General Zhenguo, who were demoted to one level, were all granted the title of General of Fuguo; all the sons of General of Fuguo, who were demoted to one level, were granted the title of General of Fengguo; all sons of General Fengguo, who were demoted to one level, were granted the title of Lieutenant of Zhenguo;  All the sons of Lieutenant Zhenguo were demoted to one rank and were granted the title of Lieutenant Fuguo.

    ¡°All the sons of Lieutenant Fuguo are named Lieutenant Fengguo, and all the descendants of Lieutenant Fengguo from generation to generation are named Lieutenant Fengguo

    Over the past 140 years, the total number of generals and lieutenants in Anqiu County has exceeded 1,000.  These clan members not only received royal salary, but also occupied people's land wantonly.  In the small Anqiu County, the poor people had no place to stand, and they had to bear the taxes and servitude of the court, and were oppressed by the clan - Wang Liu's family could not escape until three years ago, which is definitely the best of submission.

    Three years ago, there was a locust plague in Shandong, and Wang and Liu Ye were recruited by King Anqiu to build the royal tomb.  Seeing that the grain vat at home was cleaner than his wife's face.  If the two men leave now, everyone in the family, old and young, will starve to death.

    ???????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? As soon as the two of us join together, is really not possible, let¡¯s run away.  Then he packed up his things, escaped from Anqiu and left Qingzhou overnight.

    Life was miserable on the way to escape. His mother begged for food and ate it reluctantly in order to save her child from stuttering. As a result, she fell ill from hunger and soon passed away without a burial place.

    Mr. Wang and Mr. Liu had no choice but to go to Chuyizhuang, beg their grandfather to sue their grandmother, and promised to help bury the deceased for a month. With great difficulty, they were able to find a plot of land for his mother to settle in a mass grave.

    After the family worked for a month, they cried in front of his mother's grave and continued on the road, arriving in Suzhou after a lot of hardships.  Although they have left their hometown and suffered discrimination, there is plenty of work here, and they don¡¯t have to pay taxes to the government or do corvee labor. Life is always much better than before.

    In the past few years, Mr. Wang and Liu Ye have been carrying big bags in Xushuguan.  His wife and his two younger siblings worked part-time jobs in Suzhou.  Reeling silk in the spring, harvesting rice in the summer, picking cotton in the autumn the family works hard, but at least they can make ends meet.

    But last year, his father broke his back while carrying a bag and had to lie down for half a year before he could get off the ground. But he could no longer carry a sack weighing one or two hundred kilograms.  Just open up wasteland in the mountains and grow vegetables, and send vegetables to the customs to subsidize the family. It's better than nothing.

    ¡° Moreover, the entire Suzhou market was in a recession, and many weavers and strong laborers began to do part-time jobs that they had previously dismissed in order to make a living.  Wang Liu's wife is a woman's family, and his younger brothers and sisters are young, how can they win over all the labor?

    Even if people use them, they can only open half or even three times of the previous ones.For one-tenth of the wages, I still couldn't find a job all winter long.

    It¡¯s not even the first lunar month yet, and no one is hiring part-time workers.  The whole family was supported by the little money Wang Liu earned from carrying the sack, and there were three little mouths waiting to be fed.

    The family started to miss their last meal again, and couldn't eat a grain of rice for several days

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    It¡¯s getting dark now, and every house is filled with smoke. It¡¯s time for dinner.

    What Wang Liu¡¯s daughter-in-law brought up was a large pot of soup with vegetable leavesit was the rotten vegetable leaves and vegetables that Old Man Wang had brought back that other people didn¡¯t want.  Plus a little bit of rice bran given by his employer when Wang Liu was carrying the sacks.  Boil the two things together with water, and it's dinner for the whole family.

    The adults and children were numb, or they didn't even have the strength to speak. They all ate porridge in porcelain bowls with their heads down silently. The atmosphere was so depressing that it made people despair.

    Only his three-year-old son, with his slender neck holding a big head, kept talking.  ¡®I want to eat steamed buns, I want to eat steamed buns.  ¡¯

    There are indeed a few small steamed buns in the pot, which Wang Liu's wife made for him with rice bran for lunch tomorrow.  The whole family pointed at him as a strong laborer. How could he carry a sack with nothing in his belly?

    Wang Liu couldn't stand it anymore, so he asked his wife to get one for his son, and then the boy calmed down.

    "Brother, let me go and do the work with you!" His fourteen-year-old brother Wang Qi said as he put down the bare porcelain bowl.

    "No, you haven't grown up yet, it will kill you." Old man Wang stopped Wang Liu.

    "How can you grow without food?" Wang Qi muttered in a low voice.

    Seeing that her father was about to get angry, the eighth sister on the side quickly kicked the little brother secretly, and he lowered his head in dismay.

    The house fell into dead silence again, until someone pushed open the ajar door.

    "Wang Liu, have you thought about it? The boat will pick you up tomorrow! Let me know whether you want to go or not!" Before the man could enter the door, the loud voice unique to Shandong people rang out.

    Then I saw a dark, lean man in his thirties walking in.  Although that man was thinwell, except for the rich, there were no fat people in this erabut he looked much more energetic than Wang Liu's family. Not only did he speak with a loud voice, but his steps were not frivolous at all.

    This is what a living person looks like.

    ps. I slept all day during the day and felt much better at night. I got up and coded two chapters.  I took the medicine and went to sleep, hoping to be completely fine tomorrow.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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