Outside the silk shop, Zhao Ding didn't hear what the boss in the pawnshop said, and he didn't have the heart to listen.

Summer insects can't talk about ice.

With his identity, he is destined to have no intersection with this boss, and he can't be guilty of dealing with this kind of person.

Waving his hand to signal Zhang San to step back, Zhao Ding squatted next to the old man and the childish boy with a dirty face who couldn't tell whether it was a boy or a girl: "Uncle, where are you from, why did you come out to beg?" ”

Saying this, Zhao Ding regretted it and closed his mouth.

Why did he come out to beg, naturally he couldn't live, what was the reason why he couldn't live, naturally someone forced him to not live!

Especially in this day and age, that's all too normal.

Wasn't that the revolt of all dynasties like this?

In particular, in the 300 years of the Great Qianli Dynasty, this situation is naturally even more serious.

The old man glanced at Zhao Ding, his cloudy eyes still had a little horror in them, and he subconsciously hugged the child next to him.

It seems that he is afraid that Zhao Ding will snatch it.

Not far away, the middle-aged man who had given alms to the old man and the child before stood aside with his own child, opened his mouth, and stopped talking, but finally gritted his teeth and stepped forward, arched his hand, and looked at Zhao Dingdao: "This son, the old man is lonely, not a bad person, I see that he has been here for several days, and he is begging here every day, and there is no harm to people."

Please also ask your lord, let this old man go, don't worry about him. ”

"Am I going to deal with him?"

Zhao Ding was stunned for a moment, glanced at the clothes on his body, and seemed to understand.

The skin is not right.

To be precise, I was afraid of being trampled, and I was afraid of seeing someone wearing this skin.

Thinking of this, Zhao Ding's heart was inexplicably sad.

Maybe in the previous life, in that chaotic era, in that era when the dawn had not yet shone on the land of China.

Ordinary people at the bottom probably look like this when they see this skin.

"Zhang San."

"Master!"

"Go to the pancake stand, pack all the pancakes from the stall, and bring them over."

Zhang San nodded.

Zhao Dinggang was about to take out the silver from his sleeve, but he froze a little.

He is a prince, and he forgot to bring silver when he went out.

couldn't help but glance at Zhang San with some embarrassment.

Zhang San didn't say anything, understood that his prince was moved by compassion, and kept walking towards the pancake stall not far away.

Seeing this, the middle-aged man also lowered his guard slightly, "Yes, the little one is wrong." ”

After saying that, after bowing to Zhao Ding again, he walked towards the crowd with his child.

Right now.

The thin ragged man holding his granddaughter suddenly knelt on the ground, kowtowed heavily to Zhao Ding, and then choked up: "Son, I don't want to eat the old man, please do well, sell this girl, follow the old man, sooner or later, starve to death." ”

Starve?

Zhao Ding was stunned for a moment.

The word starvation seemed a bit far away to him, both in his past life and now.

But it seems to be close.

Because when he first arrived in Youzhou, he really saw people starving to death.

After death, all that was left was skin and bones.

But that's in Youzhou, but this is Yingtian.

The most prosperous place in the Great Qian Empire.

One of the most prosperous places, one of the most drunken places, is that someone is going to starve to death?

Thinking of this, Zhao Ding's heart came out of nowhere, a joke on the Internet in his previous life.

Suppose the world's food production is reduced by 10 percent.

How much will the price of food rise?

Some people have said one percent, some people have said two percent, some people have said three percent, but none of them are right.

The real answer is that there are no multiples, but that the final price is counted in the disappearance of ten percent of the population.

The reason is simple.

The grain would hoard and the price would eventually end with starvation to death, and the death of the 10 percent of the population who could not afford to buy food.

And this seems to be the case.

The upper class is drunk and extravagant, while the lower class is at risk of starving to death all the time.

At this moment, Zhao Ding's heart hurt like a knife.

Some people can bid 120,000 taels for a place, while some people have to sell their sons and daughters for a bite to eat, and even he can't be sure of his life.

"Why do you want to eat?"

In addition to the heartache, Zhao Ding asked a sentence, and after saying it, he felt that he was an idiot.

What can be the reason for asking for food?

Can't live anymore?

Otherwise, because of what?

Hearing this, the old man's eyes were confused, and his already dim and cloudy eyes seemed to be a little darker at this moment: "My son died, and after my daughter-in-law heard the news, she also committed suicide by jumping into a well and followed her son."

When the owner found out, he felt that the old man and I were old, and there was no strong labor in the family, so they took the land back, and there was no land, and there was no way to grow food, and if the water rose in the spring, even the work of fishing could not be done.

So I can only take my granddaughter out to ask for food, which is better than being at home and watching my granddaughter starve to death. ”

Yes, without strong labor, you are not even worthy of farming!

"Master, the pancakes are here."

Zhang San came back with a large bag of packed pancakes.

"Eat."

Zhao Ding took out a pancake from the brown paper bag and put it in the hand of the child next to the old man.

The girl didn't dare to eat at first, glanced at the old man beside her, and after seeing the old man nodding, she couldn't wait to stretch out her gray little hand, grab the pancake and stuff it into her mouth eagerly.

The pancakes just out of the pan were crispy enough, but they were also very hot, and the girl was grinning and chewing, but her big black and white eyes were full of smiles.

It's like eating the best food in the world.

Looking at this scene, Zhang San pursed his lips, and his heart was inexplicably complicated.

I couldn't help but say, "You eat slowly." ”

As he spoke, he hurriedly picked up the kettle on his body, unscrewed it, and poured water for the girl to drink.

Suddenly, the pancake in her hand fell to the ground, and the girl quickly picked it up again, completely ignoring the dirt on the pancake, and continued to grab it and stuff it into her mouth.

"Childe, if you are good, sell my granddaughter."

The old man who asked for food cried.

In this era, it is not a shame to sell yourself into a rich family, but it is an alternative opportunity to change your fate.

Zhang San opened his mouth and didn't speak, but the meaning in his eyes was obvious.

"Zhang San."

"Master!"

"Wang ..... Is there a place to put them in the house? ”

Zhao Ding subconsciously spoke, but when he thought that the palace was too shocking for these two simple people, he thought about it and changed it to home.

"Yes, there's a place."

Zhang San immediately said excitedly.

"Then take it back."

Zhao Ding nodded, turned around and walked into the distance.

He didn't dare to stay any longer, he was afraid that he would stay any longer, and he couldn't help but make the same old mistake when he was in Youzhou.

However, after taking two steps, I couldn't help but turn my head and look behind me.

The dirty little girl, who couldn't tell whether it was a boy or a girl, still held the scallion pancake in her hand and ate it in a big gulp.

There was a satisfied smile on the little face.

"Uncle, you have met a nobleman."

Zhang San smiled, "Come with me and find you a place to eat." ”

The old man didn't believe it, but in the end, the desire for survival in his mind overcame his fear, hugged his granddaughter who was still eating pancakes, and followed Zhang San.