Another force? Praying mantis catching cicadas and yellow finches behind?

The road collapsed, and if they wanted to enter the mine again, they could only take a detour, and when they actually entered the mine, it was already dark, so Fan Qingjun ordered the soldiers to rest in place for a while, and wait for the next day to be searched at dawn.

"I knew I would come to this place of the hell." Fan Qingjun stirred the bonfire in a slightly ridiculous tone: "You shouldn't have taken everyone away last time." ”

"Why?" Jiang Banxia turned his head and asked.

"Leave some people around, and we'll have a hot meal this time." Fan Qingjun skillfully scooped up the dry food roasted by the bonfire: "The roast is a little hard, be careful with your teeth when eating." ”

The dark night was dangerous for Jiang Banxia, and there was only a burning flame in her sight, a vague orange-red, burning silently in the darkness.

She reached forward and reached out, the scorching heat warming her palm.

Fan Qingjun handed the dry food forward again, and he found that Jiang Banxia's eyes were staring out of focus, so he quietly changed the direction and stuffed the dry food into her hand.

The firelight broke through the darkness, she was half hidden in the darkness and half greeted the light, and the moths fluttered from all directions, they were attracted by the firelight, desperately approaching the warmth, and did not hesitate to turn into ashes.

In fact, people are too, eager to invest in warmth, and do not hesitate to burn themselves.

Jiang Banxia held the dry food in both hands, carefully brought it to his mouth, and ate it carefully one bite after another, as if the dry and astringent dough cake was a delicacy in the world.

"I don't think you're used to eating these things." Fan Qingjun handed over the hot water, and the dense water vapor blocked in front of them, like a less obvious Milky Way.

Jiang Banxia shook her head, she slowly swallowed the dry cake, and only said when there was nothing in her mouth: "There is nothing that you can't get used to." ”

The hunger in her bone marrow at all times made her dare not forget it at any time.

"It's funny to say, I've always had a big ambition in my heart." Jiang Banxia pinched the crumbs stuck to his face and said with a smile: "I hope that one day I can make the people of Daming no longer starve and freeze, and be able to live with dignity." ”

"It's just a pity—" She didn't have any chance of realizing her ambition.

As she grew older, Jiang Banxia gradually understood how unfair this world was, and treating women was particularly cruel, in the first twenty years, she couldn't step out of the house for half a step, and all she saw in front of her was a patio.

All ambitions, all talents, are just empty buildings.

She felt that she was abnormal, and the loss of her father, brother and mother should have been painful, but she couldn't cry at all, and sometimes she even felt a sense of relief in her heart.

It was difficult for Fan Qingjun to understand what Jiang Banxia was thinking, he only felt that this woman was too deviant.

"Why do you have such an idea? More often than not, what women think about the most should not be their husbands and children, and raise their eyebrows? ”

Jiang Banxia smiled and asked, "Then why do you think so?" ”

"Think what?"

"I think women think more often about their husbands and children, and raise their eyebrows." Jiang Banxia stretched out his hand to bake the fire, and his tone was almost cold: "Not only you, but there are more people who use morality to manipulate women and cover up their incompetence. ”

Fan Qingjun had never heard such rebellious words, he looked at Jiang Banxia in surprise, and wanted to see some clues from her face.

"I'm sorry." Jiang Banxia grinned: "I shouldn't have said this to you, I have actually thought about these words for a long, long time, from entering Jinyiwei, what I saw made me constantly doubt my own past, those more than twenty years are like a brainwashed boudoir life - meaningless and boring." ”

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In the second half of the night, the temperature plummeted, and the soldiers gathered together to rest in twos and threes, Fan Qingjun couldn't sleep, he opened his eyes to look at the stars in the sky, and all he recalled in his head was what Jiang Banxia said at dinner.

He thought about it a lot, and it was rare to think seriously about such a statement, and he vaguely understood it but didn't understand, Fan Qingjun, who had several years of experience in criminal names, realized that the moves he usually took pride in and favored people didn't work on Jiang Banxia's body.

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The next day, when the sky was slightly bright, they began to search the entire mine in a decent manner, Jiang Banxia didn't understand what kind of position this group of White Lotus Sect people stood on, so that people could turn the entire mine upside down after them.

"It seems that the wave of people who came from behind scraped the ground here, and there was nothing left for us." Fan Qingjun said regretfully.

According to the original plan, he thought that he could find something valuable for a temporary emergency, who wanted the praying mantis to catch the cicada and the yellow finch behind, and the other party couldn't wait to scrape away the land.

Jiang Banxia was silent, she was thinking about something else.

The ransacked mine had nothing left but surface buildings, and they returned to Hangzhou with their men that afternoon.

There are more and more displaced people outside Hangzhou, and there is a long queue in front of the soup kitchen, and the officials in charge of the soup kitchen are holding sticks and guarding in front of the porridge shed.

"How many times a day?" Jiang Banxia turned his head and asked the official of the team.

"Go back to Jiang Ye, twice a day." The official stretched out his hand and gestured two fingers, and in order to invite merit, he said: "Once in the morning, once in the evening, the porridge is thick and can be erected with chopsticks." ”

Jiang Banxia sighed, and she asked, "Where is the grain used?" ”

There is not much food in the granary of the government, so the porridge can't last long.

Some time ago, she heard from the political envoy that when the floods were not yet in place in late spring, several fires broke out in the granary of the state capital, and the grain stored in previous years was basically burned out.

As for whether it was a real fire or a fire, she did not know, but it was certain that there was no food in the granary of the official family.

"It's all donated by the rich merchants in the city." The official showed a wry smile: "You also know that the disaster relief funds of the imperial court have not yet been allocated, and we are poor here. ”

Jiang Banxia sighed and asked again, "Which ones are there?" ”

The official crossed his fingers and said the names of several wealthy merchants, calling them all good people.

"What do you ask them to do?" Fan Qingjun turned back from the soup kitchen and heard Jiang Banxia's question.

"Just asking." Jiang Banxia changed the topic and said, "What do you think of this porridge relief?" ”

She didn't say what she thought, but asked Fan Qingjun first.

Fan Qingjun frowned and said bluntly: "Twice a day, the food in the treasury can't last long. ”

"That's not all."

Jiang Banxia got off the horse, and immediately there was a servant to help lead the horse, she walked to the porridge shed and asked the servant who was giving porridge for a bowl of disaster relief porridge, and drank it on the spot with the bowl.

The rice is boiled viscous, and the grains are full and squeezed together, which is a bowl of porridge, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a bowl of dry rice.

Jiang Banxia eats very slowly, but also eats very cleanly.

"Are you hungry?" Fan Qingjun has never treated her badly in terms of eating and drinking in her usual life, and she can use it to grab disaster relief porridge here with the victims.