The weather was getting colder, and the north wind was blowing like a knife in the faces of pedestrians, and the dead branches creaked weakly, making their last struggles.

The back door of the Song family's courtyard is in the corner of the alley.

Song Huan temporarily set up a small stall, using the corner to block the noisy and unbridled cold wind, with the oilcloth as the roof and the wooden pole as the pillar.

Five small pestles were placed under the tarpaulin, and in the middle of the pestles was a small stove with a charcoal fire, and a pot of hot water was simmering on it.

As the damage worsened, the streets were no longer allowed to move around, and patrols became more and more dense.

Song Huan found a few days ago that the patrolling officials would pass through the alley at the back door

Song Huan thought about inquiring about the news of the outside world, so he temporarily thought of such a method.

After a few days, she can be regarded as registering in front of the big guy.

After all, on a cold day, there can be someone who can cook hot water for them in the alley for free, which can be regarded as a heart.

Song Huan listened to those officials chatting at the beginning, and then inadvertently interjected, and now he can occasionally chat a few words, although the progress is slow, but it is not without gain.

Anyway, she knew a relatively important piece of news.

The night before, someone in the loom workshop had been robbed.

The slum is in the west of the city, just one street away from the Loom Mill, and the Hammer Lane is only one street away from the Loom Mill.

Only...... It's a bit dangerous.

Song Huan looked down at the fire, and a woman passed by.

The woman was already dressed as a woman, dressed in a white-washed patch cloth, and her complexion was yellow, but also a little ruddy.

I saw her walk directly past Song Huan's shop, and then walk two families forward, knocking directly on the door.

After a few moments, an old woman inside opened the door and let the woman in.

Song Huan counted silently in his heart, and when he counted to thirty, there was a heart-rending quarrel of a woman and a pleading cry of an old woman inside.

Song Huan sighed.

She had heard it more than once.

Since she couldn't go out of the city gate, Adi School was suspended, and she stayed at home every day, so she naturally discovered this scene.

Every family has a scripture that is difficult to read.

The woman came only once every five or six days at first, and now twice in three days, more and more often.

But after a quarter of an hour's work, the woman left contentedly with a small cloth bag.

Song Huan glanced at the portion in her hand, there was probably a full bowl.

When the woman noticed Song Huan's gaze, her face turned pale, her brows were pressed, and she glared at Song Huan fiercely.

The meaning is clear.

Song Huan retracted his gaze.

But as soon as the woman's figure left the alley, the old woman's cry was heard from the house.

Song Huan remembered that the family seemed to be surnamed Yu.

There is a very big boy, who is also a student of Xixi School.

It's just that he is older than Ah Di, so he shouldn't be in the same class.

Although Song Huan knew that he was a student of Xixi School, he did not have any communication.

The main thing is that Song Huan is also not available.

In the morning, I sent my brother to school, and when I came back, I went hunting outside the city, and in addition, I either looked for wild vegetables or cut firewood, and either cut wood or burned charcoal.

She doesn't have the time to manage those relationships.

Although Song Huan didn't know much about the Yu family, according to her observations in the past few months, the only members of this family were the boy and the old woman, and the young woman.

Song Huan guessed that this woman should be the boy's sister.

As for why my sister treated her grandmother and brother like this, I don't know.

According to normal thinking, if the whole family provides for a scholar, then the family and even the clan will have a much better life in the future.

Even if he didn't get famous, his literacy would allow him to find a job like a bookkeeper and earn a decent income.

But this woman's approach was the opposite, she gave Song Huan a feeling that she was unwilling to let her brother get famous.

It even gives people a feeling that they wish the old woman and the boy died sooner.

Of course, this is just Song Huan's perspective from a bystander's point of view, but if there is any hidden secret about the family affairs of specific people, you have to ask the parties.

When Song Huan was still wondering why this official hadn't come yet, people came.

The servants sat down separately, and stretched out their hands to the stove to absorb the few heats.

The official shook his feet, his lips purple, and said, "It's good to have a hot water to drink, otherwise the weather will be really difficult." ”

Ya Gong Yi put down the things in his hand, picked up the hot water and blew it twice, and then said, "Isn't it?" ”

Song Huan glanced at what the servant Yi put down, and his eyes were shocked, wasn't that the food that the woman had just gotten just now?

It won't be confiscated by these gang of A, B, C and D as robbers, right?

Song Huan didn't sympathize with that woman, but felt distressed for the ancestors and grandchildren of the Yu family.

The woman's food will definitely not stop if she doesn't get it, and when the officials leave, the woman will go and return, and the grandparents and grandchildren will not be able to paste two bowls of grain out today?

The next words of the official made Song Huan no longer think about the Yu family.

Because she heard what she had been concerned about for the past few days.

"I see more and more refugees outside the city, when will this day come to an end?" ”

"You don't know? ”

The officials A, B and C all looked at the officials with a puzzled expression.

The official Ding cleared his throat, and then lowered his voice and said, "There is a riot in the city. ”

The official A, B, and C were surprised, and they didn't forget to lower their voices, "Riot? ”

Ya Gong Ding nodded seriously and said, "The news from my daughter-in-law's uncle's nephew's daughter-in-law's cousin really can't be true!" ”

Song Huan, "......"

This relationship is so far away, so far away.

Ya Gong Yi asked curiously, "Why is there a riot all of a sudden?" ”

Song Huan silently praised Ya Shi Yi in her heart, and she also wanted to know.

"I heard that the prefect of Mancheng reported the disaster untruthfully, so those victims did not enjoy the corresponding exemption from the imperial court (juān)." ”

After eating a big melon with a face on the faces of the officials, A, B and C.

Ya Gongjia looked indignant at this time, "But isn't it, if the prefect of Mancheng can report the disaster in time and not make a false report, maybe Yangjiang Mansion will not have this kind of disaster, and there will be no famine in our Lu County." ”

As soon as these words came out, the officials were helpless.

The exemption from servitude is also divided into disaster situations.

The provision provides:

Zhutian has water, drought, insects and frost for the disaster place, it is reported that the camp, the state and county are verified, and the province has an account.

Ten points have been exempted from rent, six losses have been exempted from rent, and seven losses have been exempted from school service.

If the mulberry hemp is exhausted, they are exempt from adjustment.

If you have served or lost, you will be discounted for the next year, and you will not be discounted after two years.

If it should be exempted, wheat (rice) will be used as a fraction.

Song Huan thought that this involved the lives and interests of the people themselves, no wonder they would riot.

In this era, there will also be a large number of deaths in service.

If they can be exempted from forced labor for one year and tax for three years, their lives will be very promising, and at least the people will be able to take a breather and have time to recover.

False reports of disasters have caused tremendous and substantial harm to the people and are related to human lives.

The prefect, on the other hand, only needed to be roded seventy.

How ridiculous and pathetic is this......

And with Song Huan's understanding of people in this era in the past three years, it is estimated that those who are less daring than rapeseed grains will not dare to do such a sensational thing in the world.

Then there is only one possibility left, and this matter is the result of the partisan game in the court.

The invisible hand behind is controlling the people, and through the people to get the results they want.