On the third day of December in the ninth year of the Xuanli calendar, Jinling Ruixue Feifei was covered in silver.

At the end of the year, the merchants began to be busy with the return of the silver to the accounts, hoping that the year's busyness would finally be rewarded handsomely.

The farmers have already planted winter wheat, and looking at the snow, they are looking forward to harvesting three or five more buckets in the coming year. As for the Chinese New Year...... It's just two big red couplets pasted and three or two more dishes added to the table.

The people of Jinling are still the same as yesterday, but the expressions on their faces are some joy, and some relatives - the children are looking forward to the New Year, and the people who have harvested a lot this year will naturally lick two new clothes for the children, and then buy a relatively good New Year's goods.

But the family that has not left two children behind this year is inevitably a little worried, the New Year always has to live, no matter what, you have to think of some way, at least you have to behave, so as not to lose your own face in the eyes of the neighbors.

In the outer city of Jinling City, there is a slum area, and just last evening, a tragic incident occurred.

The streets here are narrow and messy, the houses are low, and even the gate is a little narrower than the others.

Because the Yellow River has flooded again this year, more people have fled to Jinling on both sides of the Yellow River, and most of them have settled in the slums, renting a hut here to seek a satisfying livelihood in Shangjing.

So the place is not deserted.

Lu Xiaodong's family of three lives here, and they came from the east of the Yellow River this year.

originally wanted to go to Xishan to find a livelihood, but I heard that the young master of the Fu family in Xishan died at the foot of the Great Snow Mountain of the Wu Dynasty, which was naturally bad news, and also cut off the original dream of their group of people - last year, Young Master Fu of Xishan received more than 40,000 refugees, and those former refugees have now become people from Xishan, and they have made contact with relatives and friends in their hometown, and these relatives and friends naturally know that they are living well in Xishan.

The name of Young Master Fu of Xishan is now particularly loud on both sides of the Yellow River, but not because of his poems and articles, but because of Young Master Fu's compassionate bodhisattva heart.

But people like Young Master Fu went to the heavens to wait for the gods, but their lives still had to go on, so they trekked further and came to Jinling, a legendary place full of gold.

However, this is not the case.

It is not easy to live in Beijing.

It's hard to find a job here, and the price here is very high, even this small black house costs 600 yuan a month!

600 yuan, which can buy 40 catties of fine grain or 100 catties of coarse grain in the two provinces of the Yellow River.

But the home on the edge of the Yellow River is gone, and there is no way back, so the only way to survive in Shangjing is to survive.

Lu Xiaodong is very melancholy at the moment, the two buildings in Qingluan Alley have been built for more than a month, and he has been unemployed for more than a month. After working in that place for three months, he earned 5,400 yuan, paid 1,800 yuan for three months' rent, and left 3,600 yuan, and after deducting the expenses for three months, a total of 2,000 yuan, there was only 1,600 yuan left in his hand.

Seeing that I have to pay another 600 yuan in rent, it will only be 1,000 yuan...... Don't talk about the New Year, if you can't find a job, you won't be able to live this day.

His wife, Zhao, brought a bowl of sorghum porridge, wiped her hands on her apron, and said, "If you are in charge, let's eat first." ”

Next to her was their six-year-old daughter Lu Zhaodi, she glanced at the sorghum porridge that night, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and walked out sensibly, it was snowing outside, she was wearing very thin clothes, and she couldn't help but shiver.

"I think...... Shall we still go to Xishan? Young Master Fu is blessed with a great life and has not died, and he is afraid that Xishan needs people. ”

Zhao was silent for a moment, and touched his slightly bulging belly, "Young Master Fu has now become a family in Jinling City, and I heard that he has also become a senior official of the imperial court, and I don't know if there are people in Xishan now, in case not...... Boss, you say that this back and forth and toss, isn't it even worse? ”

"......" Lu Xiaodong took a deep breath, looked at his daughter outside the door, and finally said: "If I still can't find a living...... Zhao Di, I'm afraid I'll have to find a good family for her. ”

Zhao was shocked, what he meant was to sell his daughter!

But her mouth just opened but closed, she lowered her head silently, went to fill a small bowl of sorghum porridge, and shouted to the door: "Zhaodi, come in for breakfast." ”

"Mother, I'm not hungry."

The little girl's face was red from the cold, and she stood in the doorway, but she still showed a bright smile.

"It's not a way to go on like this after all......" Lu Xiaodong said this, and beckoned to Zhaodi, "Come here, your mother will eat you if she tells you to eat." ”

Zhao Di couldn't hold back the gurgling urge in her stomach after all, she walked over, picked up the small bowl of sorghum porridge, and drank it in small sips, it was so fragrant!

Although she is only six years old, she is already sensible.

Along the way to Shangjing, she saw too many things selling children and daughters.

She felt very lucky that her parents didn't sell her no matter how hard they worked.

She cherishes such days, although they are hard, but she feels that as long as the family is together, this day will always be better.

"I want to go to the Fu Mansion for a while."

Zhao Shi was stunned for a moment, "Don't, what kind of person Fu Gongzi is!" How could he see you? What if the slave hurts you? ”

Lu Xiaodong bit his lip, his thick eyebrows frowned, "I've thought about it, it's better to ask for it than to wait for death like this." Young Master Fu is a bodhisattva, and his cousin once wrote to him saying that he was sent by God to save us, and he was different from other officials, so he ...... I'll have to beg him. ”

Zhao squeezed his apron tightly and didn't say anything more.

From a poor family like them, let alone a big official like Young Master Fu, even the county order, they rarely see it.

I have only heard it in the play, saying that there is no good thing for those who are officials, and their minions are as fierce as vicious dogs, and they go to the Fu Mansion in charge...... But don't have three long and two short!

In this huge slum, there are many families like Lu Xiaodong.

This year, the Yellow River flooded, and the imperial court naturally had disaster relief, but because the war in the east consumed a lot of food, this disaster relief was almost a name.

After they received the meager relief food, they only lasted for three days, and the granaries of the counties and counties to which they belonged were actually empty.

What else can I do?

Then run again!

When is a day like this a head?

Lu Xiaodong drank the sorghum porridge in two sips, and in Zhao's worried sight, he walked out and walked towards the Fu Mansion to seek a hope of survival.

And at this moment, Fu Xiaoguan and his entourage happened to go out, of course he would not be there to greet the prince of Yiguo.

He took his three ladies and a group of domestic servants and walked towards the Nanshan Courtyard-

That place was the big mansion that the old queen mother gave to Yu Wenyun, he wanted to take a look, and he also wanted to make use of that place.