In fact, Qizhou is only a little next to Dabie Mountain, and the southern foot of Dabie Mountain has Qizhou, Yingshan, Luotian, Macheng and other counties from east to west, so Yang Wenli and his party are heading in the direction of Yingshan.

In ancient times, Yingshan belonged to Lu'an Prefecture, Anhui Province, known as Yingliu, the first county of the Southern Song Dynasty, and was the location of the main peak of Dabie Mountain.

Walking north along the border of Qizhou, in the evening, Yang Wenli and his entourage arrived at Liushuba, Liushuba is a small market town, Yang Wenli did not want to cause trouble, did not enter the town, directly at the edge of the town, found a mountain temple to live in.

In ancient times, there were not many other temples, but there were many Buddhist temples, and it was the best to avoid the cold dew at night.

"Yo! Mo Dao people walk early, and there are even more early pedestrians! Yang Wenli took the lead in walking into the mountain temple, but saw that there were more than a dozen little beggars inside, so he sighed.

The dozen or so little beggars were frightened by Yang Wenli and his entourage, they all had big shoulders and round waists, and they also carried standard weapons with them, thinking that they were bandits, and they immediately made a mess, screaming and crying.

"Children, don't be afraid, we are passing merchants, we are here to spend the night, we have no malice, on the contrary, we will boil porridge for you to eat." Yang Wenli said in the tone of a big brother next door, reassuring the little beggars.

Yang Wenli's words finally reassured the little beggars, but although they didn't make trouble, they looked at them one by one with big eyes, and didn't move, as if they had been immobilized.

"Rentian, hurry up and arrange for someone to boil porridge, put a few pieces of bacon in it, don't put too much, give each of them a piece." Yang Wenli immediately turned his head and instructed Yang Rentian.

"Yes," Yang Rentian replied with a deep bow.

There are outsiders present, it is not suitable to salute the army, Yang Rentian is a normal salute, his hands are close to his big feet, and he bows 45 degrees. It's a bit like Japanese etiquette, but it's not as exaggerated as they are at 90 degrees.

Some books say that someone pretended to be a beggar to inquire about the news, that is a naïve idea, the ancient beggars could not imitate it at all, they are skinny and skinny, their eyes are sunken, and their eyes are dull, how can they be faked!

The little beggars in this mountain temple are all like this, exactly like the African refugees in later generations.

These beggars had been hungry for too long to eat dry rice, and they should not eat too much meat, so Yang Wenli asked the family to boil porridge for them to eat.

Although Yang Wenli is not a good person, he really stepped on it, and some things still have to be charred, which is the kind nature of human beings that inspired him to do so.

Under the command of Yang Rentian, some of the family members collected firewood, some built stoves, some took water, and some washed rice, and soon began to boil porridge.

When the little beggars saw that these strangers were really boiling porridge, they immediately gathered around the stove and drooled as they watched the family make a fire.

"Don't be in a hurry, all of you have something to eat, and you will be fed." Yang Wenli smiled and reassured them.

It takes a lot of time to boil the porridge, and it is only when night falls that the porridge is ready. Yang Wenli personally took charge of the spoon and served a full bowl of porridge to each beggar, and each person had a piece of fragrant bacon.

"Is it delicious?" Yang Wenli specially asked a little beggar who was the oldest, who looked to be twelve or thirteen years old.

"Delicious," the little beggar replied vaguely as he ate.

"Where are you from?" Yang Wenli finally asked a question that he wanted to know very much.

There were more than a dozen of these little beggars, certainly not the children of one or two families, and it must have been a great disaster somewhere that caused a large number of beggars.

"We are from Shandong," the little beggar replied in a thick Shandong accent.

"Why did you come so far from Shandong?" Yang Wenli then asked.

"We have suffered a disaster, and there has not been a drop of rain since last year...... as soon as the chatterbox opened, the little beggar wept and told him what they were all about.

It turns out that there has been a severe drought in the north since last year, and there has not been a drop of rain until this year, and this drought will continue for another year. Three whole years! Where is this a natural disaster! It's completely God's way of destroying the people in the north! Yang Wenli came from a later generation, and of course he knew that Ming Wei was the worst natural disaster in history.

From Shandong to here, we have to pass through Anhui, although Anhui is a little better than Shandong, but it is also too good to be limited, and there are piles of victims, and the little beggars cannot survive at all, so they have to continue to go south.

The words of the little beggar really made the listener cry, it was too miserable. Their parents, in order to take care of them, died on the way south, leaving only these young beggars.

However, they are also lucky, this is the world's granary, known as the granary of Huguang, there are many rich families, and it is easy to get food. In addition, there is a steep Dabie Mountain, and it is difficult for the victims in the north to reach here.

Because they are children, they can't work, and they are all skinny and skinny, and those bandits and bandits are too lazy to bird them, so they can safely climb over the Dabie Mountain, if the adults are not so lucky, there are mines and fields in the mountains that need manpower.

After staying at the mountain temple for one night, early the next morning, Yang Wenli and his party began to hit the road. Before leaving, Yang Wenli left half a bag of rice for the little beggars to boil porridge to eat, and at the same time told them not to wander around anymore, it is better to take root here.

This is the southern foot of Dabie Mountain, it is difficult for the disaster victims in the north to come here, it is relatively easy to beg, there are many gentry and rich businessmen in Qizhou, and they will definitely survive with a dozen little beggars.

Last night, the ten teenagers didn't sleep well, and they walked on the road, one by one. The little beggar's self-reported life experience was too miserable, and they remembered the young master's previous education to them at this time, combined with the little beggar's self-report, it proved that what the young master said was correct, the world was about to be in chaos, and the young master would definitely lead them to dominate the world and achieve great achievements. Therefore, every teenager is so excited that it is difficult to sleep, so that it causes the current ghost.

Leaving the mountain temple, only walking less than ten miles, Yang Wenli saw a group of young people listless, like a group of remnants of the defeated generals, he couldn't help frowning, so he shouted loudly: "Stop moving forward and rest in place for half an hour." ”

It is very dangerous for the family to keep walking like this, and their reaction speed is very slow at this time, and it is easy for them to fall into the way of others.

It's a very empty place, perfect for resting, and if there's anything unusual, you can see it from afar.

"Fourth Uncle Zhao, let's sit down and rest our feet and drink saliva." Yang Wenli politely beckoned Zhao Laosi beside him to sit down.

Zhao Laosi followed his words and sat down with Yang Wenli. He said to him with a worried face: "Young Master Li, after listening to the words of the little beggar last night, the drought in the north is serious, there is no improvement at all, and the government doesn't care, I'm afraid that this big tomorrow will be a big mess soon!" ”

"Huh! What does chaos have to do with us small people? That's what the court should consider. Yang Wenli replied insincerely.

In fact, he was answering in his heart: "If it weren't for the imminent chaos in the world, what would I do in this Dabie Mountain?" ”

Zhao Laosi is not his subordinate after all, naturally separated by a layer, Yang Wenli will not tell the truth when he has some words, and the disaster will come from his mouth!

…… To be continued