The ointment is very effective, but it is a bit expensive, three dollars a spoonful.

Smeared on the affected area, it is cold, like Ma Yinglong.

It is estimated that it also has a bactericidal effect, and the swelling will be reduced in half a day. It's a pity that Zhao Han is always constipated, and the wound bursts as soon as he exerts his strength, and he tosses back and forth for several days, and the drug delivery shop sends one or two taels of silver.

The silver money snatched from Hou Ye's house was used up to one-tenth of it at once.

Alas, no matter what, we are also strong men.

The price of grain in Tianjin is getting more and more expensive, take buying steamed buns as an example, the price has increased by 30% in a few days, and it must be that Tianjin grain merchants are sitting on the ground and starting the price.

Zhao Han didn't save money, meat stuffed buns, vegetable buns, and bought and ate them in rotation every day.

Money can be earned again, and the body must be well nourished.

The brother and sister looked much better, they could run and jump, and they didn't feel tired after walking for a while.

God is pitiful, two malnourished young children, after a heavy rain, did not get sick, which is also a blessing in misfortune.

Zhao Han acted very carefully, and every time he bought food, he was not in the same store. But he was still targeted, just because he was a child, and he paid broken silver in the pharmacy for several days in a row.

"Let's go!"

Zhao Han took Xiaomei's hand, and at the corner of the street, he suddenly quickened his pace, and then ran into another alley.

A thug catches up, only to find out that the target is missing, and is so angry that he stamps his feet there and curses.

The brother and sister went straight to the southeast of the city, where there was Tianjin Weixue and Gongyuan, which was the place for Tianjin students to study for exams.

No matter how the world is declining, scholars also have to have a face, and hooligans dare not go wild near Weixue.

Opposite Weixue, is a bookstore.

The brother and sister squatted under the eaves to eat, and the bookstore owner didn't drive them away, just told them not to get too close to the door.

A few Wei students came in groups, picked up a while in the store, and left with their newly purchased books.

Zhao Han secretly looked at it, and the students' hands were full of novels.

He suddenly thought about it, maybe he could tell stories to make money, and he could make up fairy and martial arts or something.

That night, I slept under the eaves of the bookstore.

"Second brother, I'm cold."

In the middle of the night, the little sister trembled in his arms and hugged Zhao Han tightly to keep warm.

Zhao Han was also awakened by the cold, and couldn't help cursing: "This ghost weather simply doesn't leave a way for the poor to live!" ”

It was only the beginning of the eighth month of the lunar calendar, and a cold wave suddenly struck.

The two children's silk clothes snatched from Hou Ye's house, Zhao Han never dared to take them out and wear them. At this moment, I couldn't take care of it, so I hurriedly asked my little sister to put on the cold.

But it's still cold!

The brother and sister had to huddle together and huddle under the eaves until dawn.

Tianjin can't stay any longer, the temperature difference between day and night is already large, if you don't move south, you will definitely be frozen out of the autumn problem.

Regardless of the plan to make money, Zhao Han immediately prepared food.

After buying some dry food, a few catties of miscellaneous grains, and a little low-quality salt, the brother and sister went out of the city together the next day.

……

Tianjin North Wharf is located in the northeast of the city.

And in the southeast of Tianjin City, there is also a South Wharf.

Although the south wharf is not as prosperous as the north wharf, it has a "Jichong level" (the highest level) post station - Yangqing Water Station.

A few decades ago, Yangqing Shuiyi was in the town of Yangliuqing further south, relying on financial allocations from Jinghai County to maintain it.

There are too many officials passing through the post station, regardless of whether they are on official business or not, they all show their official cards to eat and live for nothing, and they have to serve good wine and food.

It is just a post station, and it has become the largest fixed financial expenditure in Jinghai County.

As a result, Jinghai County quit picking and quitting, but the Jichong level post station could not be abolished, and the imperial court had to move Yang Qingshui Post to Tianjin.

Tianjin is rich, and a post station can afford it.

Zhao Han planned to take the south wharf and go south along the canal.

Who knew that after crossing the moat, he found that from Yangqing Water Station, all the way to the South Wharf, and then extended to the residential areas outside the city, there were soldiers stationed everywhere.

After several days of heavy rain, the water level of the canal has been restored, and the temporary wooden bridge has been demolished, making it difficult for the hungry people outside the canal to cross the river, and they have dispersed one after another.

However, the hungry people in the west and south of the city seem to be accumulating more and more, and there is only a moat in the way.

After the rains, many hungry people chose to return to their hometowns and borrow money from loan sharks to buy seeds to replant food. But when they returned to the place where they were registered, they were met with the government's urging for grain, forcing them to pay taxes quickly, so they could only choose to go back to Tianjin to avoid the grain officials.

The summer grain field must be settled before September, and the officials of the Northern Zhili are in a hurry, and the state and county officials can only levie it head-on.

More than 50,000 hungry people have now gathered in the south and west of Tianjin, so frightened that Tianjin officials and generals hurriedly sent troops to build a defensive line.

No one was allowed to enter or leave, and the brother and sister were temporarily blocked from their way.

After a few more days, the hungry people were unable to cross the line and began to disperse in droves.

Some chose to leave and went to Siye Village to beg for food and survive.

Some of them choose to carry it to the death, as long as it is delayed until September, after the summer grain collection period, they will not be afraid of the government after returning to their hometowns, and the arrears of taxes will also become "book endowments". In another two or three years, in order to facilitate the collection of new taxes for the coming year, the emperor will issue an order to "erase the levy".

The last part of the victims were indeed too hungry to move, and lay flat outside Tianjin waiting to die.

Gradually, the guard began to relax, and you can't get in from outside, but you can get out from inside.

Zhao Han stood by the moat, looking at the situation of the victims on the opposite side, and felt that it should be possible to pass smoothly.

The victims were unorganized, setting up a tent in the east and a shack in the west, and most of them lived in the open air. If you encounter danger, you only need to kill Liwei, kill one or two, and the rest will choose to back down.

Zhao Han peeled off the rag that wrapped the tip of the spear, held the spear in one hand, and carried his sister in the other, and crossed the bridge with his bags on his back.

After advancing about a few hundred steps, seeing that Zhao Han was carrying belongings and his bags were still bulging, dozens of hungry people surrounded him one after another.

"Little sister, pull the second brother's clothes and don't go far after you." Zhao Han admonished.

Zhao Zhenfang was a little scared, hurriedly grabbed the hem of her clothes, and followed suit.

Zhao Han advanced with a spear, ready to kill people at any time, and this troubled world could not tolerate the slightest kindness of a woman.

With the experience of the past few days, Zhao Han has already adapted.

This is the end of the Ming Dynasty, not the peaceful China of the 21st century!

The brother and sister walked among the hungry people, and he responded with a fierce look at them from a myriad of numb or greedy glances.

It's a pity that no matter how fierce the child behaves, there is no adult to protect him after all.

A hungry man, who was a little stronger, was the first to walk up to them and asked with ill intentions, "Have you come out of the city to eat?" ”

"Nope." Zhao Han replied expressionlessly.

The hungry man said, "I don't believe it, so open up your baggage and see." ”

Zhao Han sneered: "Come closer, I'll show you." ”

The hungry man immediately stepped forward, not taking Zhao Han seriously at all.

A bamboo pole, with half a pair of scissors tied to it, and a child holding it in his hand, what threat can there be?

Getting closer and closer to each other, Zhao Han suddenly stabbed with a spear.

Zhao Han had never practiced traditional martial arts and didn't know how to use a spear, but he had a very slippery bayonet technique.

At this moment, the other party didn't react, and was accurately stabbed into the throat by the scissors at the front end of the bamboo spear.

Blood poured out, and the target fell to the ground with a look of disbelief in his eyes.

After more than half a month of recuperation, although his strength was still not great, Zhao Han's speed was faster than before.

The hungry people who were eyeing each other in surprise quickly avoided Zhao Han, the little plague god.

The brother and sister stepped forward, and no one dared to stop them.

Zhao Zhenfang looked down at the wound of the deceased, the blood drenched made her quite frightened, and her little hand dragged the second brother's clothes forward.

As they walked, three more hungry people stopped their way.

Zhao Han sneered and showed his weapon, the scissors at the front of the bamboo spear were still dripping blood, forming a confrontation with the three people.

"Big brother, the idea is prickly, there is no need to work hard." A hungry man persuaded.

The hungry people, who were called "big brother", bared their teeth and smiled at Zhao Han, but finally got out of the way.

Just like a tiger and a leopard prey, if there is a possibility of injury, they will choose to change the target.

When the Zhao Han brothers and sisters walked away, the more the "eldest brother" thought about it, the more aggrieved he became, and said: "I can't live this day, I was bullied by the officers and soldiers and didn't mention it, and now I am still being bluffed by a child." We have no money to pay summer food when we go back to our hometown, and we will starve to death if we stay here, so we simply gang up to do a big vote! ”

"Just the three of us?"

"Where are the three? Tens of thousands! ”

……

Another day.

There is a master and a servant in the city of Tianjin.

The master was a scholar named Fei Yinghuan, about forty years old. Dressed in a Confucian shirt, with a clear and beautiful beard, he holds a folding fan and a long sword hanging from his waist.

The servant is quite sturdy, his real name is unknown, and his pseudonym is Wei Jianxiong. He has a large waist and a round beard, carries a bookcase on his back, and has a wrought iron rod across his waist.

The two of them walked across the moat, and the moment they crossed the bridge, they immediately became serious.

Fei Yinghuan put away the folding fan, pulled out the scribe's sword, and continued to move forward calmly.

Wei Jianxiong picked up the wrought iron rod and glanced at the hungry people around him, and everywhere he looked, those with ill intentions bowed their heads one after another.

It wasn't until he passed through the hungry area that Fei Yinghuan finally put his sword back into the sheath, turned around and looked back at the starving people everywhere, and sighed with compassion: "Xing, the people are suffering; Death, the people suffer. Alas, the ancients did not deceive me. ”

Although Wei Jianxiong was a servant, he spoke politely, reminding: "Childe, now is not the time to be compassionate and compassionate. We are exhausted, we have to hurry to Jinghai County to visit friends and borrow silver, otherwise we can only beg for food and go back to Lead Mountain. Most of the road is not smooth, and everything must be careful. ”

"I know, it's bad luck!" Fei Yinghuan looked helpless.

Originally, he went to Beijing to take the test, but who knew that not only did he fall into Sun Shan, but he also stayed stranded in Tianjin when he returned to his hometown. I had a serious illness for some reason, and all the money on my body was used to seek medical advice, so that now I don't even have the money to hire a boat.

After Fei Yinghuan is a famous family, he is not as rich as Zhao Han's funds.

The two able-bodied victims, staring at the distant backs of the two, began to whisper:

"Big brother, just let people go like this? There must be goods in them. ”

"It's important to do big things! Brother Zhang, Brother Zhao, Brother Chen, are they ready? ”

"It's all set."

"Remember, in the future, you are not allowed to call your own name and surname, lest you be dug up by the imperial court one day. My name is Breaking the Sky! ”

"You know, I'll call it a mountain shaker in the future."

"After the incident, Beizhili can't stay, let's kill all the way to Shandong. First grab Yangliuqing Town, let the big guys have a full meal, and then go to Jinghai County. If you can, you can fight, and if you can't, you can leave. There is a great drought in Beizhi, there is no food, and there is more food in Shandong. ”

"But I heard that Shandong was also hit by disasters last year."

"Then go to Henan."

"The drought in Henan the year before last, the flood the year before last, many victims went to our township to beg for food."

"Shut up, talk a lot of nonsense, anyway, you'll have a place to go!"

“……”

Two miles away from the south moat, several large vats have already been erected, and some people are shouting in the hungry crowd: "You have broken through the meat, go eat meat!" ”

After many days of famine, what meat can I eat?

The hungry people had already guessed the truth, but they were on the verge of starvation, so they didn't care so much. There are even many hungry people who secretly eat meat in private, but they don't put it on the surface.

Half a day later, the broth is served.

Breaking through the sky to select 3,000 strong men, and bringing hundreds of strong men to their families, they went to the south in a mighty way.

The so-called strong men are just people who can still pick up sticks and fight hard, and the remaining hungry people are too hungry to walk. They carry a variety of "weapons" in their hands, which are used for combat robbery at critical times and can be used as crutches during marches.

Without crutches, these people have difficulty even walking.

Zhao Han has already flapped his butterfly wings, and in the first year of Chongzhen's Beizhili, there was inexplicably an extra bandit leader called Breaking the Sky.

(Crying, I was flipped by the penguin boss, and I was flattered to reward a silver league.) ）

(In addition, I also saw old friends such as Ding Boyo, and I also thanked Feng Sheng Shui Qi, Dao Yuan Futu and the Lord of Mystery, Tree Like This, etc. ）