Chapter 83 Li Cunxiao
The big pig's head, roast chicken, etc. offered in front of Luo Shixin's graves were carried away by Qin Lang and placed in front of the hungry people.
The hungry people salivated when they saw the fat pig's head and the golden roast chicken.
Qin Lang pulled out the knife, cut the pork knife and roast chicken into small pieces, and put the steamed cakes in front of him, "Women, children and the elderly are given priority, queue up to eat!"
The hungry people looked at Qin Lang hesitantly. If it weren't for the dozens of people standing behind Qin Lang with their hands on the handle of the knife, they would have been unable to resist and would have gathered around to grab it.
"Come on, everyone has a share! First come, first served." Qin Lang took a knife and forked a piece of pig nose arch, shaking it in front of everyone.
Finally, a child couldn't help but trot over.
This child is skinny and skinny, and the two horns on his head have fallen apart early. His hair is disheveled, his bare feet are bare, and his upper body is bare, revealing two ribs.
He rushed in front of Qin Lang, and reached out to grab the meat.
Qin Lang grabbed his hand.
"Follow the rules, stand still, and wash your hands in this basin first."
The young man stared at the meat and struggled a few times, but his hands seemed to be clamped by iron tongs and could not be pulled away, so he finally nodded.
Qin Lang let go of his hand, and he immediately reached out to grab it again. Qin Lang slapped the back of the young man's hand with a knife, and he grinned in pain.
"be honest."
The young man walked to the side helplessly, bent down and washed his hands in the basin a few times before coming back, his eyes still fixed on the meat on Qin Lang's knife.
Throat can't stop swallowing saliva.
"What's your name?"
"No name."
"Then what do people call you?"
"They all call me Li Tujue, and some call me Li Chouer."
Qin Lang looked carefully, and found that this child really had some alien looks. Based on his name, he guessed that this child was a Turkic or a Turkic mixed race, so others called him Li Turk, or Li Chou'er.
"Which one is your Aye Auntie?"
"I don't have Aye Niang."
Qin Lang handed the pig nose to Li Turjue, "You stand aside first."
Li Tujue was very bold, and he didn't care about other things at this time. He took the pig's nose and gnawed it, and even choked on tears from eating too fast. Qin Lang patted him a few times, and a piece of pig's nose fell from his throat. It squirted out and fell to the ground, but he immediately picked it up and threw it into his mouth to chew, with a satisfied expression on his face.
Seeing that Li Turjue had eaten meat, the others finally believed in Qin Lang and lined up one after another.
Women and children, old and weak, line up at the front, and young and strong men line up at the back.
There are many people and little meat, so each person gets a piece first.
Qin Lang asked everyone to take out the dry food and pancakes they brought to help these hungry people. There were about a hundred people in this group of hungry people, and they ate hungrily.
After Li Turjue finished eating the pig nose, he circled around Qin Lang again, wanting to eat some more.
"I've already asked people to cook soup cakes in a pot on fire, and I'll eat them soon."
Li Tujue was also bold, he surrounded Qin Lang and refused to leave, but answered every question he had.
The child looked thin and weak, but he was already seven years old. He said that his family was originally from Hedong, and his mother's surname was Li. Many years ago, when the Turks invaded the south, his mother was raped by the Turkic rebels, and later gave birth to him. Because of having a child out of wedlock, the Li family was despised by others, and then fled to Luoyang to flee famine with the villagers, and died of illness. At that time, Li Tujue lost his mother when he was only three years old, and had no one to support him, so he became a beggar and ate hundreds of meals. grown up.
Recently, there was no food to be found in Luoyang City, so Li Tujue went out of the city and wandered around with a group of hungry people.
Although he has Turkic blood, he is also known as Li Tujue and Li Chouer, but he lived near Luoyang when he was a child, and has never had contact with Turkic people. Li Turkic said that he hates Turkic people the most.
"What do you guys do?" Li Turjue asked him.
"I'm a businessman, traveling all over the world to sell goods."
"Then why do you pay homage to those graves here? I heard that those graves are all famous generals!"
"Hehe, you know a lot."
"Take me with you, I can do anything, I can help you feed the horse." The boy said expectantly.
"We are going to Hebei, and we will return to Chang'an after selling this batch."
The young man said, "Then go to Hebei and return to Chang'an. I hate Luoyang and this place."
"Is there nothing here worth your nostalgia, after all, is where you grew up?"
The boy shook his head.
"I hate this place, everyone bullies me, you take me, I just need a bite to eat."
"I can be your slave!"
He is willing to seize any chance of survival.
Qin Lang lamented that in future generations, no matter how pitiful a child of this age is, he will still have sunshine and warmth, but here, he has been left to fend for himself since he was three years old, and he doesn't know how this child got here Four years of struggling to survive in the world.
"Okay, you can follow me."
"Thanks."
The young man knelt down and kowtowed to Qin Lang. He kowtowed so earnestly that blood came out of his forehead until Qin Lang helped him up.
"It's bleeding, be careful."
"It's okay, I will die." Li Turjue said.
"What do you know?" Qin Lang asked.
“I can trap birds and rabbits, I can also shoot birds and animals with a slingshot, and I can speak Turkic.”
"You can speak Turkic? Didn't you say that you have never had contact with Turkic people?"
"I once begged with an old man. He could speak Turkic, but he was not Turkic. He was named Li Turkic. Later, he taught me Turkic. Then he froze to death one winter and never woke up again. Come on, he's a good guy."
Speaking of the old beggar, Li Turjue felt a little sad.
"Turkic Ugly can only be regarded as a nickname. Let me give you a big name, Cunxiao, how about it? The only relative you have in this world is your mother. Although she has passed away, I hope you can remember her and keep her forever in your heart." A sense of filial piety. In the future, if you live like a human being, make some progress, and earn a royal order for your mother, it will be considered worthy of your mother."
"Cunxiao, Li Cunxiao." Li Turjue read a few words and nodded.
"That's a good name. I will finally have a big name in the future. I will be called Li Cunxiao. I have a mother and no father in this world. From today onwards, you will be my father. Father is on top. Please be respected by your child."
Qin Lang was a little caught off guard, but unexpectedly this kid was very smart, he also knew how to hit a snake with a stick, give him a name, and he would come to worship his father.
However, thinking about it, people generally like to adopt adopted sons these days. Many adopted sons are actually servants of trilogy, not sons. Only the stepsons recorded in the ancestral tree are real sons.
"You boy, well, I will accept you as a godson. From now on, you will follow the old horse head, A Huang, and learn how to feed horses and drive carts."
Ah Huang liked this smart kid quite a bit, "Sanlang accepts a foster son, and I'll accept an apprentice."
When the soup and cakes were cooked, a group of hungry people gobbled them up. Li Cunxiao even ate three bowls, and his deflated stomach became round.
"What is Sanlang going to do?" Wei Zheng pointed at the group of hungry people.
Qin Lang sighed, "All I can do is give them a meal. As for the rest, I am beyond my reach for the time being. It should be the responsibility of the local officials to help the victims and appease the people."
"The local officials have nothing to do, so there are so many hungry people wandering outside." Wei Zheng said.
"Then do you have any good ideas?" Qin Lang asked.
"I have a temporary resettlement method here. I heard that Sanlang has a lot of land in your hands, a total of 20,000 mu, all over the customs?"
"You are well-informed, indeed, but there are 8,000 acres of Changle Princess's Yongye farmland, and I am only in charge of it."
"Anyway, it will be yours sooner or later. I have a suggestion. You can send someone to contact your manor near Luoyang, and then see if you can resettle these hungry people there, let them do some work, and earn a living. It is a great deed to survive this famine temporarily."
"This is also a way, let's try it."
I asked these hungry people just now. Most of them are actually nearby people. have to go back to their place of origin. Therefore, it is impossible for Qin Lang's farm to really take them in, which is inconsistent with the laws of the court.
Of course, it is also possible if it is only temporarily contained, but there will be some risks. It must be prevented that other hungry people will also take the opportunity to rush over, and then it will be troublesome.
At a time like this, in fact, even Qin Lang's manor probably has nothing to do. After all, there are many frosts and droughts, and the only thing they can do is to help some porridge after people pass by.
The hungry people were happy when they heard Qin Lang's plan, but some people also sent the child over after seeing Qin Lang accepted Li Turjue and stayed in the team.
"Your lord, please accept this child, take pity on him, just give him something to eat, he can do anything."
A haggard woman pushed a seven or eight-year-old boy in front of Qin Lang, making him kneel and kowtow to beg to be taken in. Although Qin Lang said that he would arrange for them to go to the manor in Luoyang, there are several children in this family, and the half-grown children live on the poor old man, and it is even more fatal in this famine.
No one knows what is waiting for them tomorrow, but if they can follow this big caravan, maybe this child can survive this famine.
A few more men and women sent their children, most of them eighty-nine-year-old, eleven-year-old or twelve-year-old boys, and a few maids who said they wanted to give them away, but in fact they were selling them, hoping to exchange one or two buckets of grain to satisfy their hunger.
In the past, Qin Lang only saw selling sons and daughters in history books, changing sons and eating them, but when he actually saw parents giving away or even selling their children, he was shocked.
He thought of how he loved his only daughter in all kinds of treasures in later generations, he was really a sweetheart, but now these children are so pitiful.
It cannot be said that their parents are cruel, and their parents also hope that they can survive.
Human life is worthless, Qin Lang suddenly thought of this sentence.
"Take them all."
Qin Lang sighed.
"Sanlang? Carrying these little guys is also a burden." Qin Yong persuaded.
"When we pass through Luoyang, leave them in Luoyang, and I'll ask Wei Chang to pick them up. These children should be trained well in the department, and they can be sent out to be secret spies or even killers in the future." Qin Lang said.
"Saburo has a long-term plan, that's okay."
"Tell Wei Chang to raise these children well, and let them read and read some characters later."
(end of this chapter)