Since Emperor Wu ruled the world and established the Ben Dynasty, there have been few wars in the Central Plains. However, the turmoil of a few years ago seems to have laid the foundation for the quiet and peaceful on this side.

During the reign of Emperor Wu, Empress Yang Zhi was the mother of the world. As a relative, the Yang family is naturally in full swing. Yang Zhi's father, Yang Jun, was an official to the Taiwei and Taifu, and all supervised the Chinese and foreign military. Heqi's younger brother Shangshu Ling Yang Yao and Wei General Yang Ji were overwhelming the world, and they were called "Three Yangs" at the time.

When Emperor Hui was young, he married the daughter of Jia Chong, the founding father of the People's Republic of China. When he ascended to the throne, his wife Jia Shi is the current Queen of the South.

It is rumored that the Queen of the South is ugly and fierce, often ambitious, vicious, and acts in the style of her father, the governor of the capital. Although Taifu Yang Jun was a very popular minister, he was timid and cowardly, and in order to prevent the Southern Empress from hindering her power, he handed over the forbidden army to the Southern Queen's cronies to please the other party.

Queen Nan was not willing to do this, and conspired with Si Liang, the king of Runan, and Si Wei, the king of Chu, and led troops into Yanjing to crusade against Yang Jun. At that time, the whole city of Yanjing City was under martial law, Yang Jun was ambushed, and the Empress Dowager Yang Zhi was demoted to a civilian and imprisoned in Jinyong City. The three Yang clans were executed, and thousands of people died.

At this point, because Hui Di Lu was dull and stupid, the power in the court was all taken by Queen Nan. From the central government to the local level, the big and small forces are facing a reshuffle, and the entire world has been surging with undercurrents over the years, and the shadow of riots has been dormant.

Although Qing Wei cultivated behind closed doors in Xiaoyao Palace, the current situation in the world is well understood. However, what we knew before was a literal description, but it was not like today, and we really saw the huge Ben Dynasty, which was established less than a hundred years ago, and it was already in decline.

Walking to the junction of Dingxiang County and Changshan County of Cangzhou in Yandu Prefecture, the fields are barren, and it is difficult to grow an inch of grass, which is really narrow and poor.

Qingwei's situation at this time was also quite miserable, all the way to the wind and drink, wind and dust. Looking at the unkempt face and describing the withered face, how can there be half a point of Lang Yan's unique demeanor.

Qingwei didn't care about these at all, the two states of Yancang were barren and the water source was scarce. After all these days, I haven't drunk water for nearly three days. Qingwei's throat was like a fire, as if it was about to smoke.

Seeing that they had arrived in this village, they couldn't wait to ask for water.

Looking around, there are sugar beets planted on the edge of the house in front of me, which can be regarded as a little vibrant. Qing Wei dragged his lead-filled legs and stepped forward.

There is only one firewood door as the courtyard gate, and there is no one in the courtyard, and the firewood door really can't make a sound when it knocks. Qing Wei silently confessed in his heart, pushed the door open and walked in.

In the courtyard where only sugar beets are grown, a well is dug. Qing didn't see the well, so he was like a hungry tiger pounceing on a sheep, his legs and feet were also brisk, and he ran to the mouth of the well in three or two steps.

The well is a little deep, and the loess on the well platform has long been cracked, as if it has not been used for a long time, and Qingwei can't care about exploring whether there is well water in it, so he picked up the bucket on the side and threw it down.

After a long time, there was a muffled sound of "dong", and Qing Weifang's excited heart fell to the bottom.

He didn't bother to pull the barrel up again, and sat down in front of the well, his heart like ashes. Suddenly, the green beets came into Qingwei's eyes, and the tip of his tongue seemed to have felt the sweetness gushing out.

Qing Wei jumped into the vegetable garden, no longer caring about any moral etiquette, pulled out one with one hand, and gnawed it like this. The moist root should be sucked carefully and enjoy the hard-won juice, even if it is covered with mud.

After a while, I pulled out four or five vegetables, but I was still unsatisfied, and I was about to reach out and touch the next one, when I was hit the back of the head.

Qingwei, who was dressed in more than ten wounds, was already numb to this level of blow, and had a rather strong sense of thirst, so he didn't take this to heart, and still reached out to pick the beets.

"Smack!" the second hit hit harder.

Qing Wei retracted his hand, touched the back of his head, and turned his head away.

A little boy of about eight or nine years old, wearing pigtails, raised the scoop in his hand high, and was about to knock it down again, when Qing Wei grabbed it and snatched the scoop away.

Behind the tung tree, a figure fell out, and before he could fix his eyes, it was a peasant woman. He looks quite delicate, not like those who work all day with their backs to the loess, nor do they have the yellow-skinned faces and thin faces of the people in the village who have been seen along the way, looking like refugees.

The peasant woman hid her face and sobbed, looked at the little boy beside Qing Wei, climbed two steps, and knelt on the ground.

"The vertical son was naughty, collided with the leader, and asked the leader to spare his life, and the slave family was willing to pay with his life, but the leader disposed of it. Between the words, I couldn't cry anymore.

The child was previously restrained by Qing Wei, and he was still dancing with his teeth and claws, and when he saw his mother like this, he actually cried.

"Don't hurt my mother! My mother is a good person! When my father comes back, he will beat you all over the ground to find teeth!"

Qing Wei threw down the ladle of water and beets in his hand, picked up the little boy, walked to the woman's side and put it down, and stretched out his hand to pick the woman up.

The woman was startled, shrank back, suddenly glanced at the child next to her, and looked up at Qingwei timidly, so Qingwei grabbed her arms.

"Madame, don't want to be like this, she didn't tell me before, but she was really thirsty in the next hurry, and she didn't see anyone in the courtyard, so she was so abrupt. It is reasonable for Ling Lang to beat me as a thief, and it is appropriate to apologize. ”

Before he lifted the woman up, he withdrew his hand and bowed down.

Although his voice is a little hoarse because of his thirst, he still has a sense of warmth that has always been there. Where had the woman seen such a soft-spoken and courteous man in the countryside, and her eyes widened with astonishment.

"You...... Aren't they bandits?"

Qing Wei smiled bitterly and shook his head, now reduced to such an image. The clothes were also randomly picked up on the road with a burlap coat of a homeless person who had been killed, and it was casually covered with the brocade shirt that was no longer distinguishable, looking like it was either a refugee or a bandit.

"In the next is the Xihe Prefecture Huating City clan, with the clan of a dart chief to the outside of the dart guard, before the customs encountered. I am a weak scholar, powerless, scattered in the chaos, and I don't want to disturb my wife. ”

Qingwei was so thirsty that he couldn't speak.

When the woman heard this, she was very relieved, and when she saw that Qing Wei did not look like this, she did not look like she had brute force. Hearing that Qing Wei's words were a little unbearable, he invited Qing Wei into the house and asked the boy to bring a clay pot of water.

It is not easy to find a water source here, and the water in the clay pot is stored at some point, and the dust of the clods of soil has fallen into it, and it is a little dirty. Qingwei didn't care about this, picked up the crockpot with both hands, poured it into his mouth with his back, like a cow drinking water, and drank the water in the crockpot in one go. Wiped his mouth contentedly before surveying the room.

As the largest household in this village, the house is still surrounded by four walls, and the thatched roof is still a little less, perhaps swept away by the wind, a few rays of sunlight directly into the house, thinking that the wind and rain weather, the roof does not play a role, the poverty of the village can be seen.

"Seeing the lady's demeanor in the courtyard, there are many bandits here?"

"Our village is between Dingxiang County, Yandu Prefecture and Changshan County, Cangzhou. Because the land was barren and it was difficult to harvest the land, and the annual taxes were not enough to pay in any way, the two county governments also abandoned us, so that bandits were rampant, and this was the case in dozens of villages in this area, large and small. ”

Qing Wei nodded, the land is the ancestral property, and since ancient times, it is easy to leave the homeland, so even if the hungry people are everywhere, there are many villages that are still unwilling to relocate, this place is still good, if it is not for the bandits raging, the villagers can survive.

"Why don't you see your husband?"

As soon as Qingwei said this, the woman burst into tears.