Farmer of Shu Han

"First and last name?"

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

"Where is the family?"

"Shangdang Huguan in Bingzhou."

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 a little 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 face, but there was some weirdness in his eyes:

"Can't craft? Can't do anything?"

Feng Chuanhong blushed.

"Can you read or write?"

Feng Chuanru was amnesty, and hurriedly replied:

"Yes, yes, this will."

"What books have you read?"

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

"It's just a rough knowledge 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!

You have specialized in research, and you still say that you are proficient in literature?

You sons of aristocratic families, you really... don’t eat fireworks!

But when you get here, I'm afraid you 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 move 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 one person with you to take care of your daily needs.

It has to be said that this generation of Emperor Liu is indeed benevolent—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.

After Shu Cao registered, he handed over another piece of paper:

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

After finishing the instructions, he pointed in another direction, "Did you see that sign? Follow it and take this certificate to exchange for 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... have been confiscated.

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

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

Unexpectedly, the government actually distributed 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, it was enough for Feng Chuan's family to feed for a month.

Each was given a blanket.

The blankets were of poor quality and had a pungent smell, and it was obvious that they were 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.

Along the way, although there is a place to rest at night, they have been wishing so many nights, if there is a piece of clothing that can be wrapped in sleep at night, that would be great.

There is 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 grain to be 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 slaves in the clan before, Feng Chuan felt neither disgust nor anger, but a tinge of joy:

"I finally have a place to live."

After being convicted, he moved from Shangdang to Tongyi, and from Tongyi to Jiuyuan.

This journey was full of wind, food and sleep, and I was worried, suffering from cold and warm, and even worried that I would be in danger.

Who knew that they could still have food and shelter after arriving here, which was already much better than 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 expression on her face.

In this world, how can there be any benefit in vain?

Not to mention that they are exiles.

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

Feng Chuan could take it easy, but he shook his head:

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

After a pause, he said:

"Based on our current situation, it's 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 have to go through so much trouble and borrow food and shelter? What are you trying to do?"

And with their current situation, they basically have nothing, so what is worth the other party's original calculations?

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's come to this point, it's useless to think about it.

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

The youngest sister looked at the small coal stove and clay pot, and asked hesitantly:

"Brother, do we want to 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 line 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 field slaves of the big family come from?

Isn't it the kindness to take in those poor people who are homeless and have no food to come here in times of disaster and famine?

These days, 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 even if they tried their best, and in the end they pushed themselves to death.

Moreover, the matter here has been told more than once, no matter how hungry you are, you can't eat too much at once, otherwise, problems will easily occur.

Along the way, suffering is suffering, tiredness is tired, but if you are hungry, or even so hungry that you can’t control yourself when you see something to eat, it’s not that bad.

At most, they didn'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 millet and yutou powder, if they were 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 about what will happen in the future.

Feng Chuan, who was exhausted physically and mentally, wrapped the blanket around himself after entering the Qionglu, 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.

"Are you in the water?"

Feng Chuan got up all at once, and rushed out without hesitation.

When I saw it, it turned out that the mother was squatting with the little sister in front of the small coal stove and fiddled with something, making thick smoke billowing.

"Mom, what are you doing?"

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

"Yeah, brother, are you up?"

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

"We're making breakfast!"

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

At first glance, it looks no different from a country girl.

Although Feng Chuan's family was not a descendant of the Feng family, when they were in Shangdang, even if their status in the clan was not high, they had no worries about food and clothing.

The little girl who has always been pampered, when did she suffer from 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.

When Feng Wei heard this, he felt even more sad.

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

"What about the second mother?"

"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 a direction, "You can see it from here, and there are soldiers patrolling over there."

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

Unwilling to be lonely, Feng Sanniang interjected, and still sighed, "There are so many dogs here!"

Although Wei Guo 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.

In the era of Liu Bei, the city was not slaughtered, and the people helped 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 has become stronger and stronger, and the three prosperity of the Han Dynasty is in sight.

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

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

Military pay?

There are!

Even military merits can be awarded fields.

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

Governing the country by law is the national policy.

Even the tyrants of the Shangdang Youtong are involved in a lot of thieves and the scope of attack is bigger, but there is evidence.

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

Those who are loyal 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.

It's all about thieves and thieves harming the big man. If you don't check it carefully, do you really think that the big man's law is interpreted by you?

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

You don't have the right to explain knowledge, but you still want the right to explain 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 military, it is also "awe-inspiring 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 grassland far away from the Central Plains, seeing the Han army patrolling is reassuring.

Not to mention that Feng Chuan and his group 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 a half-military, half-garrison place like the Jiuyuan Dudufu, there are also river-crossing raptors like the 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 quickly 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 current."

"Um."

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, there happened to be a group of soldiers passing 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 with some fear.

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

Along the way, not to mention guarding their army, even the post office, all of them have a few big dogs guarding 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."

Erniang Feng quickly replied, 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?"

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

Meatloaf?

Feng Sanniang, who was trying 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 with 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 was far inferior to that of the former Han Dynasty.

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

Later Han Guangwu pacified the world and sent troops to plunder.

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 are afraid of them like bandits.

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

It's no wonder that the 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.

He even took the initiative to bring you food?

Still such a delicious meatloaf!

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

A woman 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 never showed his true face.

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

The bad thing is being seen.

Feng Chuan felt a "thump" in his heart.

Cao!