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On August 16 of the first year of Chongzhen, Wu Fanhui, who had traveled for two months, left Ma'anshan Village for the first time and followed his father Wu Qingchao to Mizhi County.

Along the way, Wu Fanhui did not show the joy he should have, on the contrary, his expression became more and more solemn, showing the maturity that he should not have at his age, and the situation he saw along the way made him firmly believe that the situation in the Ming Dynasty was deteriorating rapidly.

The most obvious sign is the official road to the county seat, where there are small-scale displaced people.

The so-called displaced people are the people who wander around, that is, in the year of famine, or the time of war and chaos, the common people are forced to leave their hometowns in order to survive, and find a chance to survive through large-scale migration.

The management of the people in the Ming Dynasty was very strict, and if there was no way out, they would be arrested and put in prison as criminals, so the common people were not very regular, stayed in their hometowns, and lived honestly, and many people would not go out for the rest of their lives, so as not to get into trouble.

The appearance of the displaced people indicates that the famine has reached an uncontrollable level, and the common people have no longer disregard the rules of the government and have taken risks, and what is even more terrifying is that with the appearance of the displaced people, all kinds of appalling evils will also appear.

People are cornered and can't do anything.

Shaanxi, the most barren province of the Ming Dynasty, suffered natural disasters one after another, the economy had collapsed, and the government did not provide relief, but continued to collect taxes, followed by peasant riots and large-scale displacement.

From time to time, there are sergeants running in small steps on the official road, and the target of these sergeants is the homeless, and the local government has a natural fear of the homeless, on the one hand, the appearance of the homeless will bring about the consequences of a sharp deterioration of law and order, and on the other hand, the appearance of the homeless people, indicating that the local government is derelict in its duties and has not been able to let the people live and work in peace and contentment.

Therefore, the local government does not recognize the existence of displaced people, they regard them as thugs, ruthlessly suppress them, and when they report to their superiors, they regard the suppression of displaced people as their own merit, and wait for the outcome of these displaced people.

Wherever there is repression, there is resistance, and the government's ruthless suppression of the displaced people, like fighting a fire, accelerated the pace of the peasant uprising, and also prompted a large number of displaced people to join the ranks of the rebellion.

From Ma'anshan Village to the county seat, walk briskly along the official road, and arrive at the south gate of the county seat in more than an hour.

The night before departure, Wu Fanhui finally took a bath happily, refreshed, a half-new coarse cloth robe, also clean, his appearance with his mother, quite handsome, with an elegant temperament, anyone who sees it, thinks he is a scholar.

There is a team of sergeants waiting at the south gate of the county seat, which may be the reason for the small group of displaced people on the official road.

It was easy for Wu Fanhui and his father to enter the city gate, and the soldier looked at the guide, said nothing, and waved his hand to let them go.

In fact, the sergeants stationed at the city gate are also the lowest people in society, they dare not offend anyone with power or background, sometimes even if they say a wrong sentence or have the wrong expression, they will invite destruction.

Seeing a temperamental young man like Wu Fanhui, they can't hide, and they will never ask, even if the other party can't show the way, as long as they speak with a tough attitude, they will also let them go.

The attitude of the sergeant is very blunt, and if the language is slightly bad, he will teach a lesson, and from time to time he will blackmail, which confirms a certain saying: the poor must have something to hate.

After wandering around Mizhi County for about half an hour, Wu Fanhui had the first impression that Mizhi County was about the most backward township after a few hundred years.

There are also Dongzhi Street, Nanzhi Street and Beizhi Street in the county seat, but the houses on both sides of the street make people can't bear to take a look at it, not to mention the tattered, but also gray, there are shops along the street, but most of them are rice shops and the like, occasionally you can find a shop selling tea, ceramics or silk, the most magnificent shop, is the shop that sells salt.

There are not many people on the streets of the county, and many people walk slowly.

In Nanzhi Street, there are several restaurants and inns, and when you reach the end of the street, there is actually a green building called "Yihong Courtyard". This is the most lively place in the county, from time to time people come in and out from restaurants and inns, the time is nearly noon, it is the best time for restaurant business.

The time of eating in the county and the countryside is different, the countryside is two meals, breakfast at the time of the hour, dinner at the time of the Shen, the county is generally three meals, breakfast at the time of the hour, lunch at noon, and dinner at the time of the unitary.

"Fanhui, let's find an inn to eat."

Wu Qingchao stopped in front of an inn.

The scale of this inn is not large, and it looks a little shabby from the outside, so it should not be expensive to eat in such an inn.

Wu Fanhui is very pitiful, although he has passed through two months, he does not know the situation of prices, in Ma'anshan Village, there is no opportunity to use money, let alone what the prices are.

"Dad, just eat something at a roadside food stall."

Wu Qingchao looked at Wu Fanhui and shook his head slightly.

"Fanhui, don't eat at the roadside food stall, you are about to enter the school to study, this roadside food stall is not the place you should come to, the price of restaurants and inns is a little more expensive, but this is a reflection of identity."

Wu Fanhui frowned, his identity and pomp must be consistent, but when facing outsiders, sometimes he needs to do things that slap his swollen face and become fat, but when his family is together, he doesn't have to pay attention to these pomp.

This is also Wu Fanhui does not understand, in fact, in this era, the scholar family must pay attention to it at any time, and many times the requirements within the family are more stringent, which is also the cultivation of the children of the family by the scholar, so that they can understand the rules when they are young.

Before entering the inn, there was a guy at the door to greet him, with a smile on his face, busy greeting, that kind of warm attitude, so that you are embarrassed not to go in to eat.

There are three tables in the lobby, and there are no guests for the time being, and it seems that there are not many people coming to this low-grade inn.

Choosing a table to sit down, the guy quickly took off the rag on his shoulder, and began to wipe the table vigorously, in fact, the table was clean.

While wiping the table, the guy began to announce the name of the dish, and the voice was not loud.

Wu Qingxiong ordered a plate of braised pork, a plate of broad beans, a plate of stir-fried vegetables, plus two bowls of millet porridge, four wheat cakes, and a pot of wine.

Such a dish is not worth mentioning at all after a few hundred years, but now, it is very extravagant, and even the guy blinked, probably not expecting that the two guests would order so many dishes.

Turning around, the guy began to shout loudly, loudly announcing the name of the dish.

Before serving, the guy served tea first, looking at the dark brown tea, Wu Fanhui would rather drink boiled water.

Wu Qingchao was different, picked up the teacup, took a small sip, and looked very comfortable.

In less than a quarter of an hour, the meal was all on the table and looked nicely colored.

The last thing that came up was a pot of wine, with a faint aroma of wine, which made people smell very comfortable.

Before the crossing, Wu Fanhui had never drunk any good wine, but after two months, this was the first time he had seen wine.

The wine poured out had a faint yellow color, and Wu Fanhui knew that it was a liquor made from rice fat and millet.

"Fan Hui, men have to drink, but they can't be greedy for wine, I will accompany you to drink today."

"Dad, I'm going to the school in the afternoon, and I'll see Mr. after drinking. . . ."

"Don't worry, I'm familiar with the gentleman of the school, and I won't blame him."

Lao Tzu persuaded his son to drink, not to mention that his son is not yet an adult, and it will not appear in a few hundred years.

It seems that Wu Fanhui still has a lot to adapt to.

When he picked up the wine glass, Wu Fanhui stared at his father to see how his father drank, and he believed that his father had seen the world.

However, Wu Fanhui was disappointed, and when Wu Qingchao picked up the cup, he raised his head and drank it.

Wu Fanhui took a sip lightly, there was a fragrant taste, but the taste of wine was very light, this should not be a good wine, even if you drink more, you won't get drunk.

In fact, when he set off from home, Wu Fanhui had already eaten breakfast, drank a large bowl of millet porridge, and ate a wheat noodle steamed bun, so he could skip dinner at this time.

When he started drinking, Wu Qingchao ignored Wu Fanhui, and drank one bite after another, but the dishes on the table rarely moved.

There wasn't much to say between father and son, and it was the requirement of the times to eat and sleep, so the meal ended in half an hour.

Wu Fanhui drank two glasses of wine, drank a bowl of millet porridge, and ate a wheat cake.

At checkout, the guy started the offer.

"Twenty cents for braised pork with five flowers, five cents for broad beans, twelve cents for stir-fried vegetables, four cents for two bowls of millet porridge, four eight cents for wheat cakes, five cents for a pot of rice wine, a total of fifty-four cents, guest officer, I will charge you fifty cents."

Wu Qingchao quickly took out a string of copper coins from the dada placed on the table and handed it to the buddy.

Looking at the food on the table, Wu Fanhui spoke without hesitation.

"Man, put the braised pork and wheat cakes on it, and we'll eat it on the way."

The guy looked at Wu Fanhui, stunned slightly, and squeezed out a smile on his face, as if he was a little reluctant to move.

Wu Fanhui knows very well that if these things are left, then they will belong to the buddies, let the father take them back, and the mother and sister can eat them, this is not the time to take care of face, the famine is coming soon, and everyone's life will be difficult at that time.

Wu Qingchao turned his head to look at Wu Fanhui and did not speak.

The man finally packed the braised pork and wheat cakes, but the look on his face was not very good.

Wu Fanhui didn't care at all, after a few hundred years, eating and packing had become a habit, and he had already left some things for the guy, broad beans, stir-fried vegetables and most of the bowl of millet porridge were all left, and the guy was enough to eat.

Walking out of the inn, Wu Qingchao looked at Wu Fanhui.

"Fanhui, I know you feel sorry for your mother and sister, and you won't be able to do this in the future."

"Dad, I see."

Wu Fanhui didn't argue, he thought very clearly about the things he packed, just do things to achieve the goal, it's not a game of life and death, there is no need to be ruthless, leave a line in everything, and meet in the future.