The woman looked reverent: "Who says it's not?" Liu Yuanwai, Zhang Yuanwai, Meng Daren...... They are all great good people! If it weren't for them, I don't know how many people would starve to death in winter! ”

"Master Meng is that?" Zhao Shuang asked.

The woman said: "Lord Meng is the county lord, he is our Lan Feng's great good man, no matter who becomes the county master, as long as Meng is still the county lord, our people will be down-to-earth, hehehe, Miss Shuang'er, don't be angry, Lord Zhao will leave Lanfeng County sooner or later." Master Meng has been in Lanfeng County for so many years, and has done a lot of good things for the people! ”

Zhao Shuang smiled: "I'm not angry, Master Meng is capable, it is a blessing to the people, it's too late for me to be happy!" ”

"Yes, yes, it's good that all the officials are like Lord Meng." The woman echoed, "By the way, when will Lord Zhao try the six jars of pickles in front of the county office?" I have a relative from another county who is just waiting for the trial to come to the county seat to see the trial. ”

The magistrate of the county judged the pickles, and it is estimated that the common people have classified Zhao Moshen as a fool.

Zhao Shuang didn't really care much about his father's reputation, and said with a smile: "How can I know about my father's official affairs, you have time to go to the county yamen to walk around, and when will the trial be announced." ”

The woman smiled and walked away.

Zhao Shuang walked to a few cauldrons to see, some pots were boiling corn porridge, some pots were brown rice, with the stirring of the porridge man, the rice grains were tumbling, and the quality was naturally the worst, but it could be boiled to such a consistency, and it could be seen that these good people were not just pretentious, but they really wanted to make the beggars starve to death.

Giving porridge every day for a whole winter, feeding hundreds or even more beggars. Lord Meng is a county man, and he is so rich!

No matter how Zhao Shuang thought about it, he felt that this thing was weird. What's weird? What is there about these beggars that they are plotting for? Or rather, the use of beggars for their ends?

These days, Zhao Moshen is busy collecting agricultural taxes, but they are here to give porridge on a large scale, and their status in the hearts of the people is naturally different.

Just like the woman thought, Lord Meng is a good official, and Lord Zhao is a fool.

However, according to the woman, they gave up porridge every winter, and my father had only been in Lanfeng County for a few months. Naturally, they don't give up porridge just to make their father's reputation stink.

After passing through the front door of the county government, Zhao Shuang looked at the six large jars of pickles placed at the door, and through the urn lid, Zhao Shuang could smell the taste of pickles and judge the degree of pickling.

Back at the Bai family's breakfast stall, breakfast time had passed, no one was eating in the stall, Bai Cuiqing, Rou Niang, and Fu Ning were busy packing up their things.

Zhao Shuang called Fu Ning to step into the courtyard of Rou Niang's house.

"Master, is there something wrong with you?" Fu Ning moved a stool for Zhao Shuang, wiped it with his sleeve, and asked Zhao Shuang to sit down.

Zhao Shuang looked at his eldest apprentice, I don't know if it's an illusion, it's only been half a month, and I feel that this kid seems to have grown taller and better-looking.

Yushu is in the wind, and his gestures have his own free and easy, if it weren't for the fat patch clothes of the soft father on his body, he would definitely be regarded as a rich son.

Xu used to be a beggar who was hungry and full, and his physical development was affected, and he ate and drank well at Bai Cuiqing's house for half a month, so his body began to grow.

Zhao Shuang asked, "How long have you been in Lanfeng County?" ”

Fu Ning said: "I came to Lanfeng County when I was seven years old, and it has been eight years. ”

As for where he was before the age of seven, his family, etc., Zhao Shuang didn't bother to ask, who hasn't had a life experience? Her background goes back to another dimension.

"So, in the past eight years, a large number of beggars have come here every winter to spend the winter, and those few rich people will give up porridge and rice every winter?" Zhao Shuang asked.

"Over the years......," Fu Ning pondered, "it seems that those few outsiders have joined forces to make porridge in recent years, and there has been no such thing before." How many years have it been? Last year, the year before that, yes, this is the third year. ”

"Three years, after the winter, the rich staff will no longer give up porridge, without their almsgiving, the little Lanfeng County naturally can't afford to raise so many beggars, and the beggars who can't get food will go to other cities to beg?"

Fu Ning squeaked: "On the surface, it seems to be like this." ”

Zhao Shuang raised her eyebrows and looked at her apprentice: "Do you have an idea?" ”

Fu Ning looked at Zhao Shuang, paused for a moment before saying: "This morning, there is one less little beggar in our River Temple, when I went back to bring them dog meat last night, he was still happily eating with everyone, I woke up in the morning and disappeared him, I looked for him near the River Temple, and I didn't find him." ”

He spoke with a very sad expression, this was still facing Zhao Shuang, and he tried to suppress it, in fact, he was very sad in his heart.

Zhao Shuang comforted him very insincerely: "Maybe he went elsewhere, and when you go back in the evening, he will return to the River Temple alive." ”

Fu Ning was full of sadness when the rabbit died and the fox died: "No, every winter, someone wakes up and disappears and never comes back." ”

Zhao Shuang seemed to have caught something: "In other words, not only your gang, but also many beggars disappear every winter?" ”

Fu Ning said: "I'...... I'm not sure, but some of the beggars I knew never saw again, maybe they went somewhere else and never came again......"

Zhao Shuang had his own thoughts and asked: "Can you roughly estimate how many beggars will come to Lanfeng County every day, and how many people will leave after the winter?" ”

Fu Ning was puzzled: "There will be a lot of beggars coming to Lanfeng every year, as for how many, I really don't know, but there are always hundreds of people who go to drink porridge at every meal, and everyone leaves at different times, anyway, it is gradually decreasing, after the weather warms up, there are only local beggars in Lanfeng on the street, or even less." ”

Beggars are very mobile, and if there is no specific number of people in the group, even if they are missing or dead, no one will care.

So someone took advantage of their idea to attract hordes of beggars and quietly arrest them......

Then Zhao Shuang couldn't think clearly, what were they doing with so many beggars? Digging coal? Organizing the sale of blood? Pick ****, sell organs?

The latter two are estimated to be impossible, and the medical level of this era does not support them.

The first scenario is also impossible, because coal has not yet been widely accepted in this era. Zhao Shuang only saw in the book of the original owner that there was a record of burning black stones in Kyoto.

But one thing Zhao Shuang can be sure of is that the members of the households in Lanfeng County plus the county Cheng are definitely not kind-hearted, they are plotting against these beggars themselves. As for what to do, it needs to be investigated separately.

What Zhao Shuang has to think about is whether he should meddle in this matter.