Three hundred years of vicissitudes, the prosperous and lively border between Shandong and Henan states is desolate and dilapidated at this time.

Groups of beggars can be seen from time to time on this official road, with yellow faces, high cheekbones, and thin and black figures, which almost drag the pants of the "prosperous Kangqian era".

After walking for so long, I haven't seen a fat man, whether it is a homeless person or a common person, the difference is nothing more than the skin of the bones, just one more layer.

What caught Ye Shu's attention the most was their cowering expression, when they saw Ye Shu looking at them, the two middle-aged men, three women and children, all of them hid aside like quails, and they didn't dare to look at Ye Shu.

In the rookie plot world, Ye Shu has the convenience of "image adaptation".

In their eyes, Ye Shu's skinny jeans have become a delicate and slender gown, and he looks like a talent who has traveled abroad.

It's just that Ye Shu's calm gaze and going alone made them feel that Ye Shu was a ruthless person, the kind who dared to rob and fight, otherwise they would not dare to go on the road alone when the Central Plains was famine and banditry.

For this alone, they are afraid!

Hearing that the child was crying upset, Ye Shu reached into his arms, stretched out his hand and threw it over: "That bear child, don't cry!

A woman hurriedly caught the steamed bun, her mouth was wide open, looking at Ye Shu's face, with an incredible look, and then reacted, kneeling on the ground and kowtowing incessantly.

The half-warm steamed buns seem to have great magical power, and the four adults are all like seeing the elixir.

The child, who was so hungry that he couldn't stop crying, stopped crying all of a sudden, looked at the steamed bun with straight eyes, and looked at Ye Shu timidly, and then he became bolder, and with his hands open, he begged for food from his mother next to him.

The woman tore half of the steamed bun for him, but the other half was wrapped in a handkerchief and put into her bosom, and the other three adults, though they were also hungry, had no objection to it.

Ye Shu couldn't look at it: "Kneel and kneel! Kneel at every turn, it's annoying to look at! Half a steamed bun, eat it and leave what! In front is Liaocheng, that is, Dongchang Mansion City, the emperor lives there, find a rich family to beg for some food, the emperor is now, he still doesn't set up a porridge shed for you, brush up your fame?"

Taking over the task of "Dog Emperor", Ye Shu randomly appeared 3,000 meters away from Qianlong, and the situation has been inquired clearly.

Qianlong was in power, which sounds ancient, but the first industrial revolution also happened in the past ten years.

Westerners are ready to play with trains and planes, and the Qing Dynasty's group of holy monarchs and Qing women are still squatting in the dung pit of the masters and slaves.

When Qianlong was 16 years old, that is, in 1727, the old man Newton had already died.

It can be said that mankind has begun to enter the industrial age.

Here, it is Shandong, why can't you be poor Shandong, the Central Plains is famine, and there are no natural disasters in Shandong!

At this time, there were no major rebellions.

There are no natural disasters, no land damage, no disasters, there is a city in front of you, you have fled to here, can you still get food?

The man opened his mouth, thinking about the future, and his joy dissipated without a trace: "The benefactor is a rich and talented man, right?

"Oh?" Ye Shu became curious, and simply walked with the five of them, "Tell me, what's going on......

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Since ancient times, the prosperous club has existed at the beginning of the dynasty.

After the establishment of the dynasty, except for Yang Guang who spared no effort and Zhu Yunwen who was brainwashed by Confucianism, these two strange things made people angry and resentful, and lost the country, other emperors can always easily make a prosperous era as long as they follow the steps.

After all, as long as the common people have their own land, even if the emperor drinks wine and meat every day, he can be regarded as a Ming Jun.

Materials are abundant, and the common people can eat coarse grains, at least they can get food and clothing.

But this, here in the Qing Dynasty, became a joke.

The population of the Qing Dynasty increased, and the biggest contributors were sweet potatoes and corn, which were high-yield grains, but eating too many of these things was not only malnutrition, but also affected intelligence.

The physical failure, the decline of intelligence, and the broken backbone by the "masters" naturally formed the "black slave" people of the Qing Dynasty in those photos.

Compared with the people of any other prosperous dynasty, the people of the "Kangqian Dynasty" have undoubtedly become the group that lags behind the average.

The common people eat sweet potatoes as their staple food, and in addition to the exploitation of officials and landlords, they also want to raise the Manchurian masters of the Eight Banners, and the burden is heavy, which can be imagined.

A steamed bun that Ye Shu didn't care about, in this era, it was a "refined grain" that the landlord in the countryside would eat during the New Year.

The common people are so poor that they can't eat enough, so how can there be surplus food to feed the beggars?

As for the city, it is difficult to survive.

Since Dolgon entered the Central Plains, the first priority of several generations of Qing emperors is to write prisons, shave their hair, and stabilize their rule, a group of Han slaves, Yang Ri for three days, Jiading for three slaughters, don't kill you for extinction, who will take the initiative to create employment opportunities for you?

On the contrary, he has been suppressing commerce, hoping that the people will really become pigs, so that the Qing Dynasty will be stable.

Some of the rumors that are full of bulls and rumors are shaking the sky, and what rice and mulberry hemp produce in a year, and how much the population grows in a year, cannot cover up the suffering of the common people at all.

The photos left by history speak for themselves.

During the reign of Qianlong, the United States became independent, the French Revolution came, and our Qing Dynasty was still a dung pit, Ji Xiaolan in reality not only did not use it as a-stirring stick, but even took the initiative to spray perfume on this dung pit.

It's a pity that at this time, in addition to farming, the common people want to eat in business, which is even more difficult, famine together, even if it is a county restaurant, there is a little leftovers of their own chefs and shopkeepers, how can they be willing to give food to the victims?

Fortunately, there are many people in our Qing Dynasty, and they can't survive by themselves, so let's die!

What the?

Disaster relief in the court?

Well, it's disaster relief, disaster relief for those who are officials!

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"The benefactor doesn't know! The silver of the court can't reach the bottom at all! The famine is together, and the disaster is silver, and the county order on our side has gained two catties, and I heard Xia Yi Xia Xiucai and them say that there are already people who are going to sue the emperor! Today, the emperor is the son of the Holy Tomorrow, and because of the natural disaster, although he was deceived by the traitorous ministers, he will definitely give us justice!"

When the middle-aged man talked about Qianlong, a glimmer of light rose in his eyes.

The emperor is good, the official is bad, this kind of thinking seems to have not changed since ancient times.

I believe that I don't want to lose the last shred of hope.

"Holy Tomorrow?"

Ye Shu couldn't help laughing: "You group of people, you have eyes and no beads, you deserve to starve to death!"

He waved his hand and walked away laughing.

I am not a virgin, and I felt a little pity for this group of people at the beginning, but looking at the servile appearance of this group of people, I hated them from the bottom of my heart, and I somewhat understood the mood and difficulties of some Lu Xun and the martyrs.

The victims were too lazy to care, and Ye Shu acted arbitrarily.

"Two old irons, let's go, let's see how the Holy Son of Heaven gives the people a head!"

Ye Shu walked while laughing, he was a little interested in this imperial state.

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