Jiankang under the winter sun is lively and prosperous, the snow on the streets is swept aside, revealing the bluestone pavement, the wheels press over, making a creaking sound, and many people gather in the streets and alleys to discuss the current situation loudly.

Yesterday, there was good news that the official army had recovered Guangling, Jiangbei, and the northern captives had fled to the desert, and had run 500 miles in one night and fled to the north of Huaishui.

This is great news, the people of Jiankang breathed a sigh of relief, since the beginning of the year when the Zhou army came to the city, the official army wasted all the strength to drive it back to the north bank, and now it is driven away again, which means that Jiankang is safe.

Many ordinary people in shabby clothes can't eat a few mouthfuls of meat all year round, but at this moment, like the officials sitting in the Taiji Palace, they are talking about the Huainan war situation.

Although the hard days are still the same, but it is the days that their ancestors are used to, if the city is broken by the north, everyone will be reduced to slavery, taken to the cold and frozen north, and die in a foreign land, which can not be more miserable.

It is this kind of thinking that makes the people in Jiankang City who live a hard life have something to talk about, in addition to queuing up to buy food, they like to gather together and spread the news that they don't know where they heard it.

Someone "heard" that the commander of the Beiyu was the one who "had a flag" on his body, and was chased by the officers and soldiers to run wildly, pulled out the flag on his body and planted it in the grass, and escaped from the other side, only to escape with his life.

Some people "heard" that when the officials and soldiers crossed the river, they killed the corpses of the northern captives all over the field, and the river was full of floating corpses, and even the river turned red, and the burning Guangling City was like a huge bonfire, and even the Jingkou on the south bank was red by the firelight.

All kinds of "heard" emerge in endlessly, of course, what everyone is most concerned about is the matter of the government requisitioning the people to serve in the army, and now the official army wants to recover Huainan Prefecture, of course, it is necessary to levy the people to serve in labor and military service, so many people will say goodbye to their families and cross the river to the north.

If it is military service, then it is actually a coolie, if it is military service, then you have to go to the battlefield with a crooked spear, as for whether you can come back alive, it depends on whether the Buddha blesses it.

Although the government has regulations on the duration of service, most of them are between one month and two months, but in fact they will be overdue, ranging from half a year to several years.

Men who serve in the military range in age range from 15 to 60 years old, are generally the breadwinners of the family or strong laborers, and do not return for a long time, and the elderly, weak, women and children in the family struggle to survive, and it is easy for the family to be ruined.

Because of this, many people are trying to find ways to escape from service, but because the government implements joint sitting, it is not so easy to escape, and the villagers in the prefectures, counties and villages can flee with their families and villages, but the residents in the cities cannot escape.

Therefore, in order to escape this fatal military service, people have thought of many ways, if the family is still passable, then grit their teeth, and ask someone to serve on their behalf, that is, to break the wealth and eliminate the disaster.

This wealth can be copper money, or grain, cloth, not only for the agent, but also to the lizheng, otherwise there is no lizheng acquiescence, this wealth is broken.

If you can't make up the money, food, and cloth for hiring people to serve on your behalf, what should you do?

It's easy to do, go to the temples to find the benevolent and kind Lord to borrow a little to save the emergency!

"Brother, don't panic, this profit is a lot, but the Lord is a monk, compassion, if the monthly profit money is not paid, it is not tight, and it is okay to pay it back next month."

"But I've heard that if you don't pay it back every month, you will be beaten and vomit blood! Even the house will burn! ”

"Who are you listening to? The incarnates are monks, how could they do such a thing! This is the profiteer who saw the lords doing good deeds and made them unable to give usury, so they deliberately spread rumors everywhere and tarnished people's innocence! ”

On a certain street corner, a man was clever and encouraged his neighbors who were very likely to be conscripted by the government to 'break the fortune and eliminate the disaster'.

This person lives in the same neighborhood with everyone, and enthusiastically 'suggests' to go to a temple in the city to borrow a little money for emergency relief, although everyone has doubts, but this person patted his chest and assured that when it comes to repaying the interest every month, the temple masters are very talkative.

The Southern Dynasty worships Buddha, there are dozens of large and small temples in Jiankang City alone, and the temple owner feels that there are many monks in the temple and less porridge, and life is not easy, so he tries his best to 'open source'.

If the tanyue (donors) are generous, they will give up the fields, the land, and the houses, and the temples can have a good income by hiring tenant farmers to farm and rent out the mansions, but this is not enough.

Therefore, it is difficult to deal with 'Ah Duwu', hire a shopkeeper to run the store, and make money by doing business.

The business is not good, there are too many competitors, and the same monk has more porridge and less, so he has to find a way, the temple owners see that the people are living in poverty, and they need to borrow money and borrow grain from time to time, so they are very compassionate, and have set up a "longevity bank", and launched the "monk's house Su" and "monk's residence loan" to help the poor people in an emergency.

Every autumn and before the first year, it is the time when the temples are restless, and those people who can't pay the rent and can't afford to change the debts because of the poor harvest of the farmland have to find someone to borrow money and grain for emergency relief.

After autumn, it is generally the season of soldiers, and those who do not want to be conscripted and served by the government will also find ways to borrow money and food to hire people to serve on their behalf, so that the temples can better meet the needs of the people.

The so-called peers are enemies, and the owners borrow money to do good deeds, and those profiteers who lend usury are affected by selling and selling, so they change the law to slander the behavior of the owners of the transformation is also usury, and also spread rumors that the temple sent people to force debts, rob people and things, and set fire to houses, hoping to use rumors to slander the reputation of the lords.

"I, pat my chest and promise that I will find a loan from the master, and it is easy to say that it will not be repaid when it expires, and no one will come to the door to shout and kill!"

"Bang", a thin splash was kicked out of the courtyard door, fell to the ground and rolled on the ground a few times, covered his stomach and howled a few times before rolling his eyes, and several splashes escaped from the courtyard, standing outside, pointing to the direction of the courtyard gate, shouting: "Kill people, kill people!" ”

Wu Dou held a wooden stick in one hand and appeared at the courtyard gate, followed by his companions, all holding wooden sticks, dustpans and other items, glaring angrily at the splashes outside, Wu Dou glanced at the thin man lying motionless on the ground, seemingly dead, and grinned.

He let out a loud shout, and like a striking hound, he lunged forward and stomped the crotch of the thin man.

The thin man rolled on the ground, dodging the severed leg, and howled: 'Murder! Killed! ’

Several other companions were about to coax, but were interrupted by Wu Dou with a loud shout: "Get out!" If you don't roll, Lao Tzu's wooden stick will beckon you over! ”