Jiang Banxia was very puzzled in her heart, although she had done a lot of bad things, she had never left her mouth alive, who wanted her life now?

"I'll chase after you in a while, and you protect yourself." Fan Qingjun clenched the reins under his hand, his muscles tensed, and a pair of eagle-like eyes stared at the crowd.

I saw that he suddenly clamped the horse's back, the horse roared, and flew out like lightning, and the homeless people watched in horror as Fan Qingjun rushed into the crowd with a long sword in his hand.

The young man who hid in the crowd and made a fuss, he was not a real outcast, and his tendons and flesh stood out in the crowd of flesh and skin.

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way!! The young man, pretending to be a homeless, pushed away the homeless people who were in the way, and ran out in a panic.

The crowd was crowded, Fan Qingjun was not as frustrated as Jiang Banxia, he stopped his horse, weighed the matching sword in his hand, and then squinted his eyes at the figure of the man who was gradually running away.

In the stunned expressions of everyone, the matching sword in Fan Qingjun's hand was like a silver light that directly pinned the young man to the ground.

At first, the crowd was crowded and noisy, and it was not until someone shouted that someone had killed that everyone stopped, looked at the people who were pinned to the ground, and they were shocked.

There was a sudden silence, and in the next second, everyone ran away like birds and beasts, and there were only three or two old, weak, sick and disabled people left on both sides of the originally crowded official road.

Fan Qingjun pursed his lips and remained silent.

"Do you know why the imperial court called these people exiles?" Jiang Banxia groped her way and took two steps forward, and she stopped estimating the distance.

"Displaced people are people who have been exiled to other places because of disasters, and they have no place to live." Jiang Banxia said to himself: "The displaced people who can run away with strength and luck are almost the strong young people in every affected village. ”

"They have hands and feet, even if the farmland is damaged, they can go to the city to find a short-term job to make a living, but the displaced people are different, they live on the porridge in the porridge shed every day, and do not produce, this group of people find that when the displaced people mix with disaster relief porridge to eat more comfortably than the farmland, they gradually become lazy and eventually turn to crime."

Fan Qingjun looked at the old and weak women and children lying in the mud, his brows furrowed even tighter, he was in charge of the punishment, he knew that turmoil was the root cause of crime, and so were these displaced people.

Jiang Banxia grinned: "The old and weak are dead, and the strong are among the thieves, I'm afraid someone will seize this group of homeless people to give benefits to us." ”

Displaced people who have lost their homes and mouths, they have nothing, they are not afraid of anything, and in this extreme situation, evil is born from the heart, and it is so bad that you can't imagine it.

Fan Qingjun opened his eyes and looked at the red sun slowly rising in the forest, scorching and dazzling, as if in a dream, he didn't dare to look at the old and weak women and children lying on both sides of the road.

Once a corner of the whitewashed peace is torn apart, all the darkness will come together.

"In the third year of Qingwen, I have also experienced that great drought." Jiang Banxia's voice seemed to float in the void.

She remembers it vividly, she was seriously ill that year, and she was almost dying, and her father said that this was her new arrival in Jiangnan, and she just lay down.

In the third year of Qingwen, there was a severe drought for several months from spring to summer, and the rice fields dried up, and the rice seedlings withered and dried yellow, and the people fled to the more fertile places in the north.

At that time, she didn't know what a natural disaster was, but she could feel that there were fewer and fewer people in the village, and the rice in the bowl had become a thin soup.

Father and brother often went out to carry water, and Xiao Banxia sat alone on the threshold waiting for them to come back, holding her legs and looking at the dry river in front of the door.

A shadow fell in front of her that day, and that shadow was the appetite of an adult man's face.

Xiao Banxia, who didn't know anything, raised her little head and shouted sweetly: "Uncle Jiang Wu." ”

The emaciated man squatted down and touched Xiao Banxia's head, pulling his mouth to reveal his burnt teeth, and saliva hung on his mouth: "Good, Erniang." ”

Jiang Wu looked Xiao Banxia up and down, his sunken eye sockets burst out with fine light, such a look made the young Jiang Banxia very uncomfortable, she felt that Uncle Jiang Wu looked at her very strangely, as if he was looking at a nest head.

"Uncle, there's something delicious here." Jiang Wu grabbed Xiao Banxia's hand: "Go with your uncle, and your uncle will take you to eat delicious." ”

Xiao Banxia stared at her round amber eyes, and she shook her head vigorously.

"Erniang should be well-behaved and go to eat good things with her uncle." Jiang Wu's greedy gaze fell on the little arm like the lotus root festival of Xiao Banxia, as if this was not a human arm but a white and tender \ bean \ curd.

Jiang Wu dragged Xiao Banxia regardless of it: "Go with your uncle!" ”

Being young means being slaughtered, she was dragged away by Jiang Wu like this, this is the most terrifying day in her memory, the corner of Jiang Wu's residence is full of human bones.

The big iron pot was steaming, and the meat was simmering inside, occasionally rolling up one or two phalanges, and the strange fragrance rushed into Jiang Banxia's nose.

She will never forget that smell for the rest of her life—it was the taste of human flesh.

Afterward... Afterward...

Later, she didn't remember, but she remembered that the big iron pot was still boiling, and there seemed to be another person in it.

She understood earlier that human evil can be infinitely magnified in desperate situations, and she never minds speculating on others with the worst thoughts.

Fan Qingjun patted Jiang Banxia on the shoulder, and he seemed to remember something.

"When I was a child, Daddy always told me that I would rather be a dog in a prosperous world than a person in a troubled world, and now I haven't come to a troubled world, so I ......"

Jiang Banxia said: "Troubled times? Spirit? What's the difference? ”

Her expression was almost indifferent, her whole face was miserable soaked in the morning light, her sickly cold white complexion was like a pear blossom in April, trembling hanging on the branches, and the wind blew away, it didn't matter to her what this era was like, she just wanted to live.

Fan Qingjun looked at her, and the words he wanted to say were all in his throat, they expected too much from Da Ming, too much.

*

Hangzhou Weaving Bureau.

Behind the winding path is a cloister, under which are filled with celadon vats, August is the season of lotus flowers, and the whole weaving bureau is shrouded in the cold fragrance of lotuses.

"How could Ludonnath be here!" Wang Zhan'er dropped his sleeves and squeezed the Pixiu in his hand.

How could this Lu Tang appear in Hangzhou!

"Godfather! Godfather! The little eunuch under Wang Zhan'er ran into the weaving bureau with a bump: "Gonggong Lu, they have entered the city!" ”

"Panic what!" Wang Zhan'er rubbed his eyebrows, opened his mouth and scolded: "When people come, they will arrange a place, and they will die!" ”

The little eunuch was scolded and turned to a daze, and said: "My son has already ordered two tables of noodles, both of which are the best restaurants in the city." ”

"Now." Wang Zhan'er put his hands behind his back: "Now immediately go and invite Lord Hu and Master Xiao, and say that the envoy transferred from Kyoto is here." ”

"My son understands." The little eunuch ran like a spinning top, and rushed out of the weaving bureau with a whoosh.

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