"Now, in addition to a grandson in the family, the son who can't get out of bed is left with me, a bad old man."

"Even if there is no locust plague, my family, young and old, will not be able to survive."

Speaking of this, the old man looked at his grandson in front of him in despair and continued.

“………………”

"I don't have any interest in the old man, and I have the heart to find a way to live for my grandson, but in this world, children are not valuable, especially male babies, and they can't be given away for nothing."

"The food at home has bottomed out, the old man, my family can only wait for death, I'm sorry for the ancestors, my generation is self-defeating..."

As he spoke, the old man's side, although he was still smiling on his face, two lines of turbid tears had already flowed down his cheeks, making him even more desolate.

“……………………”

Hearing this, He Shen stood in place, was silent for a long time, and then glared at Liu An fiercely.

This glance made Liu An, who was already weak-hearted, tremble.

The tragedy of this old man's family is obviously not only because of the drought and locust plague, but also because of the oppression of officials...

“…………”

The tragedy of a family like the old man is obviously not just accidental.

"Taxes, rent increases by 60%, good means ......"

He Shen said with a sneer.

“………”

Liu An lowered his head and hurriedly explained: "My lord, don't listen to this nonsense......

In the middle of the conversation, He Shen waved his hand to interrupt, and said in an unkind tone: "No need to explain, I don't want to hear it, and I can't hear the truth anyway." ”

Liu An still has a place to use now, and He Shen is not ready to do anything with him.

What's more, He Shen has also paid a lot for this locust plague, so everything is based on the overall situation.

……

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When they set out from the prefect, He Shen and Liu An only brought seven days of dry food.

However, now, Heshen has given these people seven days of dry food.

“………”

Eating dry and hard wheat cakes, drinking green vegetable soup, a few old field experts, after eating and drinking, couldn't help but let go of their voices and sang Shaanxi folk songs.

Xintianyou

I bowed my head to the ravine

Chasing the passing years"

“…………”

Wind and sand fill the valley

I don't see my childhood

I looked up at the sky

Search for the past

The white clouds swim leisurely and to their heart's content

Nothing has changed

That, the old man with a square scarf at the beginning, Fang Fang sang a beginning, and the aftermath was still lingering among the mountain beams, and another old man smoking dry tobacco picked up this famous song in Shaanxi:

The geese have heard my songs

The creek kissed my face

Shandan flowers bloom and fall

Over and over again

The long tail note has not yet fallen, and an old man responds:

The earth leaves my dreams

Xintianyou took away my love

A little bit of stars in the sky

Missed forever

The man's voice had just fallen, and a vigorous and deep sigh rose from the ground, and an older old man spoke.

"Hey, hey, hey......, hey

I bowed my head to the ravine

Chase the passing years

Wind and sand fill the valley

I don't see my childhood

The geese have heard my songs

The creek kissed my face

Shandan flowers bloom and fall

Over and over again......

The deep and long singing voice is like a waterfall, and the continuous high-pitched sound rolls over the tip of people's hearts.

Every word, every sound that poured out of the mouths of these old men was heavily struck on the hearts of everyone present.

The heartbeat that makes people feel, the tone of the aria, rises and falls together, and each note teaches and captures the soul.

The melody is high-pitched and expansive, the rhythm is free, and the sound is connected to each other, as if it is crying and sighing something......

Xintianyou is a kind of folk song that circulates in Shaanxi, and it is a masterpiece engraved on the Loess Plateau with the voice of Lao Yong...

Xintianyou has: "Up to the sun, moon and stars, wind and clouds, rain and dew; Down to flowers and trees, birds, beasts, insects, fish, grains, ......"

“…………”

Xintianyou has a history of 2,000 years and is the crystallization of the spirit, thoughts and feelings of the working people in Shaanxi in the past dynasties.

The singing of Xintianyou is a vast desert yellow plateau, this plateau, thousands of ravines, rolling and undulating, vast, magnificent and deeply hidden poignant, tragic; Clear, resolute and full of depression and frustration.

For thousands of years, it has potentially influenced the living customs of Shaanxi people with its own personality, shaped the plateau culture with distinctive characteristics, and shaped the desolate, magnificent and gloomy Xintianyou.

“…………”

The vicissitudes of Shaanxi for thousands of years are coming in a singing aria.

The long sorrow of the past, in this bloody sad song, penetrates people's hearts, like a song and weeps, like a drum in people's hearts, snatching people's souls, making people's hearts shake......

In the melodious continuous sound, the long years, the shortness of life, and the dislocation of time and space are rolling in...

The vastness and eternity of this yellow land...... It's all in the song.

I don't know when, Liu An has come to his side, standing silently behind He Shen.

After a long time, Liu An asked sneeringly: "My lord, this is a song on the Loess Plateau of Shaanxi, called Xintianyou..."

“…………”

"I know this, I've heard this song before, but it's not as moving as it is now..."

After listening to He Shen of Xintianyou, he sighed faintly and said so.

Listening to this rough and rich tone, you can think of the vast and quaint Loess Plateau...

At this moment, He Shen seemed to see the people of Shaanxi living on the Loess Plateau and struggling to survive...

I heard the high cry of the goshawk soaring freely in the vast sky......

Until now, an indescribable throbbing is still echoing in He Shen's heart!

He Shen, who had just come out of the shock, didn't have time to say anything, when an official came to tell him that the local magistrate was here.

When He Shen heard this, his brows furrowed slightly, and he asked casually, "What is he doing here?" ”

“…………”

As the minister of the Qin Mission, He Shen had nothing important except for disaster relief, and he didn't want to meddle in specific local affairs.

After all, no matter how powerful the minister is, he is only a temporary official, not the current local feudal official.

Originally, he wanted a few officials to be optimistic about the carriage, and he took Liu An and them to walk forward slowly.

However, as soon as the local magistrate came out like this, He Shen had to dispel this idea of improvisation...

After all, the scene of the magistrate kneeling appeared, and he was afraid that the people who were all over the farmland would either be scared away, or they all came to see his liveliness......

“…………”

After a pillar of incense, in a remote corner...

The magistrate, who was wearing a green official uniform, bowed his waist and waited sideways.

After seeing He Shen, the magistrate's eyes lit up, and he raised his voice to sign up for the audience: "Duanxian magistrate Fang Yue, Jin to see Lord Qincha." ”

Fang Yue, the magistrate of Duanxian County, is a short and frustrated white fat man, dressed in a fat and green official robe, so stretched that he can barely see a wrinkle.

Standing in a place where the sun is shining directly on a hot day is really a torture for a big fat man.

The sweat on his face was flowing down his cheeks and neck, and near the neckline of the round-necked robe, there was already a large wet stain...

“………”

"Tell me, what's the matter with me?"

Looking at Fang Yue, the magistrate of Duanxian County, who looked like this, He Shen still didn't have a good tone.

Just the sixty percent rent increase that the old man said just now is enough for him to have no good impression of this Duanxian magistrate!

Looking at it again, the appearance of this Duanxian magistrate with fat head and big ears, and the good impression in Shen's heart, are even lower...

Fang Yue, the magistrate of Duanxian County, arched his hand and said, "The lower official heard that Lord Qin sent over, so he came a little anxious......

“………………”

"Oh? The magistrate is in such a hurry, what happened? ”

He Shen said again angrily.

Hearing this, Fang Yue, the magistrate of Duanxian County, stood stiffly, and replied cautiously: "It's not an urgent matter, it's just that adults have come here, this, this...... Xia Guan was a little worried in his heart. ”

He Shen seemed to have a smile on his face, and said in a strange tone: "What are you worried about?" I'm just here to see the people here, what's there to worry about? ”

Looking at the unnatural expression of Fang Yue, the magistrate of Duanxian County, He Shen continued to jokingly say.

"Lord Zhixian, you are not necessarily afraid that I am in danger, but that I am afraid that I will find something, right?"

As a result, before he finished speaking, he himself was amused by his own words.

At this moment, Fang Yue, the magistrate of Duanxian County, was even more uncomfortable, the fat on her cheeks shook twice, and she squeezed out a smiling face and said.

"Your Excellency, you're laughing, what could be the problem here..."

“………”

He Shen smiled, and then said, "Then you came to me, is there something urgent?" ”

Fang Yue, the magistrate of Duanxian County, hesitated for a moment, and then said.

"Lord Qincha, that's the case, a few things in the place you explained a few days ago, renovating the township, caring for the people, and building roads, the yamen of this county is already working on it."

"Within a few days, Duanxian County can undergo earth-shaking changes.

When He Shen heard this, he suddenly realized that the fat pig in front of him thought that he had done a good job, so he came to his own face to brush up on politics. Governance performance...

“………”

Thinking of this, He Shen nodded and said, "When I entered here just now, I already saw it. ”

"Although the soup kitchen shack in the county is simple, the location is good, and it is a shady place where the sun can't shine."

“…………………”

"The porridge in the shack is quite thick, barely enough to reach the stomach, and you can see that you have put your mind into it.

"The situation in the county town is okay, and the people are still alive..."

"However, the towns and villages, but there is not even a porridge shed..."

Speaking of this, He Shen raised his head, stared at Fang Yue, the magistrate of Duanxian County, with a smile, and asked, "What's the matter, are you going to do a job of making a face and fooling people..."

“…………”

When Fang Yue, the magistrate of Duanxian County, heard this, wiped the sweat on his face with his sleeve, and hurriedly said, "How come?" The lower officials also want to do things well, and they must do it to the satisfaction of adults! ”