Ants are very weak in the vast land, and a gust of wind and rain can destroy their homes and lives with a single foot, but the number should not be underestimated.

The people coming and going on the road in front of him are like ants, and the city in the distance is the ant cave, Xiang Nan feels as if he has not seen the ant hole for a long time, and he has not seen so many people, but it seems that it has not been long, Ankang Mountain rebelled, the first emperor died, and the chaos in the world has not yet been a year.

The once prosperous world is as if it were a world away.

Many people can't remember what the days were like, but the closer you get to Gwangju Province, the more you see the scene that can evoke memories.

There were a lot of people walking on the road, both poor and rich, some chariots and horses and some on foot, but unlike other places, these people walked smoothly and without panic, and did not look around, fearing where they came from and where they were going.

There was chicken smoke in the villages scattered on the side of the road, and when Chen Er went to the village to borrow water to drink, he was bitten by a dog.

The dog fights the human power, and the people in the troubled times are panicked, and the dog even clamps its tail.

"There are still people busy in the fields." Chen Er stretched out his hand and pointed into the distance, "What does this winter look like?" ”

Xiang Nan is not a noble son who is not diligent and does not divide grains, and looked at the fields in the distance: "They are burning barren grass to accumulate fertilizer, so that the fields will be very strong when spring begins." ”

I have already thought about the spring planting and the harvest in the autumn of the next year, so it can be seen that I am relieved.

The loud sound of whips accompanied by the sound of horses' hooves came, and after entering Huainan Road, the entourage was already familiar with it, and immediately led the horses to the side of the road to avoid, a team of soldiers and horses galloped over, and the pedestrians on the road had already avoided it.

The soldiers and horses are clearly armored, carrying swords, guns, swords and halberds, describing solemnly, and their bodies are full of blood, and the soldiers and horses in the hinterland of the Central Plains at this time have also seen blood and killed people.

However, unlike other places, passers-by avoided and hurriedly, and their expressions were not frightened, some of them were accustomed to ignoring them, while others looked at the soldiers and horses with interest.

"Is this the Zhenmu Army or the Gwangju Army?"

"Definitely, I think it's Fengwei Army."

They still have idle speculation and discussion, life here is indeed very good, Xiang Nan sighed, there is still a faint aroma between his mouth and nose, he has not yet looked for the source, Chen Er has happily released the reins.

"There's hot porridge to eat again." He said, rubbing his cold hand and running quickly.

When Xiang Nan walked slowly to the porridge jar, Chen Er had already got two bamboo tubes containing hot porridge.

The porridge is actually a big pot, but everyone calls it a porridge jar, only Mrs. Wu's porridge jar can be called a porridge jar, and some cities also have powerful and rich people who respond to Mrs. Wu's porridge, but when they hear that it is not called a porridge jar, many people would rather endure walking a little longer to eat Mrs. Wu's porridge...... Chen Er was speechless when he heard this statement on the road, the people here are indeed living too well, and they are used to having problems.

"Mrs. Wu is a fairy, and drinking her porridge can keep you safe." The two women in the soup kitchen said loudly.

This kind of words will only be believed by ordinary foolish women, Chen Er handed the bamboo tube to Xiang Nan, and the two sat down on the stones on the side of the road to rest and drink porridge.

The porridge is mixed with dried vegetables, it tastes salty and delicious, it is more satisfying than soup and tea, and it is more flavorful than tea.

"Put salt in the porridge, and people will have strength when they eat it." Xiang Nan looked at the bamboo tube and said.

The bamboo tube is simple and reused, although there is a pot of boiling water next to the porridge jar, and the bamboo tube that has been washed by the women will be boiled in it, and the boiling heat exudes a pleasant taste.

Most of the people who come to eat porridge are homeless people or villagers, Xiang Nan looks at the bamboo tube, and they look at Xiang Nan.

This good-looking boy drank porridge with a bamboo tube and drank the beauty of drinking.

"Where are you from?" The woman in charge of the soup kitchen asked curiously.

She didn't just ask Xiang Nan and Chen Er, she laughed with everyone who came to drink porridge, women like to gossip, especially it's boring to boil porridge and wash the fire.

Drinking other people's porridge, people passing by will also be psychologically close to them, and chatting is also a rest.

Chen Er skillfully said a place name, and the woman didn't pursue it, all they needed was to speak, and they didn't care about what they said, and continued to ask whether they were here to do business or join their relatives.

"Is it still possible to do business here? What kind of business is there to do in this world? Xiang Nan said with a smile.

"Of course." The women also laughed and stretched out their fingers to point ahead, "In our Huainan Province business, if you pay for it, you can also ask soldiers and horses to escort you." ”

Xiang Nan, who could smile indifferently all the way, had surprise on his face, could the soldiers and horses at this time still be hired to protect the merchants and do business?

This Young Lady Wu is crazy, right?

He was even more curious and wanted to go to Gwangju Mansion, drank the vegetable porridge of a bamboo tube and took Chen Er on the horse to hurry, and the people who drank the porridge also left a batch, and the time for the three women who cooked the porridge and washed the bamboo tube for today was also up, and there were three women in the village who came talking and laughing, and the two people greeted each other, and the previous three women went back.

The other two went straight back to their house, and the woman who cooked the porridge went into the house of Li Zheng, who was very old and ran away with people when he was in turmoil, and lay down on the road not long after running, saying that he would rather die at the hands of the rebels than be displaced.

The old man who would rather die than suffer was squinting at this time, writing and drawing with a pen, yawning from time to time, and there were food plates on the table, and a bowl of porridge and a dish of steamed cakes were already cold.

"Uncle." The woman shouted loudly, regardless of whether the old man was busy or not, "When I was on duty, there were ten people passing by eating porridge, all of them were strangers..."

Li Zheng hurriedly waved his hand: "Speak slowly, speak slowly." ”

While taking the paper away from the paper in his hand, he took a new booklet, opened it, turned a few pages, wrote a date on it, and then said, "Say it." ”

The woman told the ages and fortunes of each person who was chatting about the soup kitchen today, and Li Zheng did not ask about the analysis of the authenticity of these self-reported families, but only wrote them down, and the government instructed them to count the population entering Gwangju Prefecture so that they could keep track of whether the rations were sufficient.

The woman went back after speaking, and Rizheng continued to examine and tidy up.

"Why haven't you eaten yet?" The old wife came to see it, a little helpless, "It's going to be hot again." ”

Li Zheng had already stood up: "No need, I should go to town." ”

He packed up a pile of papers and hurried out, their village had been plundered, his own cattle had run out, and if he entered the city, he had to walk on his own, and when he came out of the house, he was a little dizzy, and his stomach was growling, and then he remembered that he had not eaten two meals.

But there were still many things to be busy, and he couldn't sit down to eat, so Lao Li was shouting that his wife had taken a dry cake, pulled a wooden stick and hurried away.

"Oh yes, that's a sin." The old wife shouted in the back, "It's more bitter than fleeing, why don't you seek death?" ”

Lao Li is ignoring his wife's ridicule, and the wooden stick is suddenly on the ground, and his steps are clattering, are you afraid of hardship? Actually, no, people are afraid that they don't know how to live.

Horsemen on foot walked fast and slowly along the road, and a city loomed in front of them in the winter mist.

Xiang Nan raised his head and looked, it was Gwangju Mansion.

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