Outside the high temple, a huge political event is happening that is enough to shake the Han family's political arena.

But except for the vicinity of the high temple, the rest of Chang'an is no different from the past; Three or two people walked among the streets.

For the ordinary people in Chang'an City, the impact of the Gaomiao incident is actually just that.

The vast majority of the people can't even be sure if they have something to eat for the next meal, so why should they care about Liu Bang's high temple being inserted with a sword?

At most, I heard about it, and I was indignant and scolded Cao Yan for 'not being a minister', and then went to my own business.

As people living in this era of poverty and being in the poorest class, the people at the bottom still have a full stomach in their hearts.

He Guangsu is a true portrayal of the people at the bottom of the Western Han Dynasty.

For He Guangsu, everything that happened yesterday was actually like a dream - wake up and pass.

Whether he was 'captured' by the army or received by Liu Hongdi, it could not bring any substantial changes to He Guangsu's life.

The only thing He Guangsu cares about now is whether the children in the family can eat enough and whether the seeds can be sown on time next year.

In addition, even if the sky falls, He Guangsu will only worry about whether the falling sky has crushed the 30 acres of thin fields at home.

After returning to the city at dawn, He Guangsu rested all morning with a sense of guilt, got up at noon, put on layers of old clothes, and rushed to the east market not far from Hejiazhai in this cold winter wax moon.

- He Guangsu's family, there is no money left.

He Guangsu has to seize every minute and every second to prepare for the upcoming spring and the spring ploughing after that - whether it is food and clothing at home, or grain during spring ploughing, money is needed.

Like He Guangsu, there are not a few people who take advantage of the winter farming to find some rough work, earn some copper money, and solve a meal by the way.

On that day, Tian Bo, an old neighbor who carried He Guangsu and his daughter He Yi to Tianfu in an ox cart, also came to Dongshi with He Guangsu.

The two stopped outside the East Market, each with his hands in his sleeves, crouching at the base of the wall, looking left and right at the pedestrians on the street.

- In the Western Han Dynasty, if you enter the market to sell something, you need to report to the government and pay filial piety to the city officials!

Not to mention that He Guangsu is penniless, even if he has money, it is impossible for He Guangsu to take his hard-earned money and ask the few city officials at the entrance of the market to allow him to enter the East Market to 'sell his strength'.

Spit at the city officials from afar, and He Guangsu spoke: "Uncle He, I remember that in the days of winter, my aunt suffered from the cold; Why didn't Uncle stay at home to take care of him? ”

Hearing this, beside He Guangsu, the little old man who was about fifty years old smiled helplessly: "Hey! To put it lightly! ”

"My family's 100 acres of land can support nine people!"

"Da Lang is out of the woods and joined the army; The rest of those little cubs don't have a day to worry about! ”

"Your aunt is lying on the couch, I won't come out to find some errands, I'm afraid I won't have the money to go to catch medicine~"

Seeing that He Bo's face was full of bitterness, but there was a slight self-deprecation and self-ridicule between his words, He Guangsu snorted and secretly calculated.

There are less than two stones of food left at home, and if you save some food with chaff, you should be able to cope with it until spring and February.

To soothe the roaring belly, He Guangsu couldn't help but be a little worried.

The high price of grain made He Guangsu have no desire to save money to buy grain - 450 yuan a stone of grain, which is the same as the housing price in later generations, which is not reasonable at all!

He Guangsu still had some skills to work as a coolie for the wealthy families of Gaomen, and his income was only fifty yuan a day.

Even if he doesn't count other expenses, if He Guangsu wants to buy a stone of rice, he has to save all the remuneration for working as a coolie for nine days.

One stone of grain is enough to eat for nine days?

If it weren't mixed with miscellaneous grains, He Guangsu's food consumption alone would only be enough for half a month!

Counting the children in the family, one stone of pure grain, eat seven days to the sky!

Then you have to eat porridge with water all at once, so that you can barely eat seventy percent full.

The wages earned in nine days are not enough to eat for nine days, how can there be a way to live?

If it was in previous years, when he encountered this situation, He Guangsu's only choice was to sell his sons and daughters, and in the end, when he couldn't hold on, he sold himself.

But this year, things seem to be a little different...

"Uncle He, Your Majesty is merciful and holy, and he has put grain to help our leaders in the past; You can't sit idly by and watch food prices go up so high, right? ”

The little old man shook his head suspiciously: "I can't tell~"

"I think Your Majesty has done his best..."

"If not, why only one day?"

Speaking of this, Uncle He lowered his voice slightly, and said in his ear: "I look at Shaofu, I'm afraid there is no food!" ”

He Guangsu's face suddenly tightened: "You can't deserve it, right?" ”

"If Shaofu has no food, then what will Your Majesty feed on?"

Hearing this, Uncle He's face suddenly showed a knowing expression: "Your Majesty is born sacred, how can you eat corn?" ”

"I feel it, Your Majesty's two meals a day should be meat-eating!"

Saying that, Uncle He's chiseled face showed a hint of yearning: "Morning food, when it is chicken eating, evening food, maybe it is fish eating..."

"Tsk."

Listening to the picture described by He Bo, He Guangsu suddenly swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and was secretly imagining the beautiful picture, and a question full of distrust came into his ears.

"He Laoweng, how did you know that Your Majesty eats chickens in the morning and fish in the evening?"

He Guangsu raised his head, and saw a scoundrel in shabby clothes, with a full beard and a short sword pinned to his waist, leaning over: "You have never been in the forbidden world?" ”

Seeing the person clearly, Tian Bo subconsciously intended to stay away, and after reacting to the contempt in the man's words, he hurriedly spoke: "I don't know, don't you know?" ”

I saw the ruffian grab a handful of beards, and said with a full face: "Don't say it, I really let you say it!" ”

"The seventh nephew of the neighbor of the mother-in-law of my eldest brother's third brother's family, is really working in the palace."

As he spoke, several more people in various costumes leaned over; Seeing that the man looked like a traitor, they urged one after another: "He Er, let's talk quickly, what does Your Majesty eat on weekdays?" ”

Seeing that everyone's eyes were full of curiosity, He Lao Er's face was full of enjoyment, and he deliberately sold Guan Zi for a while, before waving his hand and signaling everyone to come around, before pretending to be mysterious: "My distant relative said that Your Majesty eats jade on weekdays!" ”

As soon as the words fell, everyone was in an uproar, and their faces were full of stupidity.

I saw He Lao Er revealing a 'stupid, right?' 's expression, he said: "Don't you hear that Your Majesty's heavenly family is noble, brocade clothes and jade food?" ”

"This jade food, it's about feeding on jade~"

Seeing that He Lao Er's words were conclusive, his face was full of certainty, and everyone couldn't help but talk about it.

"Taiyi is on top, eating jade, how much jade should you eat a day?"

"Beique that day, I have also seen Your Majesty, that face hey, isn't it as white as jade?"

"It's extreme, it's extreme, as the saying goes: what to eat, where to make up..."