Chapter 1275 Exile
“Last name?”
“Surname Feng, given name Chuan, courtesy name Bo Mao.”
“Where is your family name?”
“Bingzhou Shangdanghuguan.”
Feng Chuan looked nervously at Shu Cao, who was hunched over his desk and immersed in writing.
Fortunately, the secretary did not ask why he was sent here.
Although the other party should have known about it or expected it.
But Feng Chuan didn't want to say that he was an outcast in front of so many people.
For Feng Chuan, this was almost an insult.
“Do you have any skills?”
Feng Chuan was stunned for a moment: "Craftsmanship?"
“No craftsmanship?”
Shu Cao raised his head and looked at Feng Chuan with a serious face and no sarcasm in his eyes. He seemed to be asking a very ordinary question.
But Feng Chuan still felt a rush of blood rushing to his forehead.
Although this journey has been full of hardships, you don’t look like a craftsman, do you?
“I don’t know how to do crafts!”
Feng Chuan, who still couldn't let go of his figure, spoke louder in order to deny that he was a craftsman, and even he was shocked.
Knowing that he was reckless, he read the book with some fear.
Shu Cao’s expression remained unchanged, but there was something strange in his eyes:
“Don’t know any crafts? Don’t know anything?”
Feng Chuan’s face turned red.
“Are you literate?”
Feng Chuan was pardoned and replied hurriedly:
“Yes, yes, yes, this will.”
“What books have you read?”
This time, Feng Chuan’s face became hot again and he felt a little ashamed:
“I am only roughly proficient in writing and writing, specializing in the Spring and Autumn Annals and the Analects of Confucius, but I am not yet proficient in it.”
This time, it was Shu Cao’s turn to twitch his face:
His mother’s wife!
You have already studied professionally, but you still say that you are proficient in writing?
You, the children of aristocratic families, are really...unworldly!
But once you get here, I’m afraid you’ll have to find some fireworks to eat by yourself!
“Where are the family members and relatives? Ask them to come and register.”
Feng Chuan breathed a sigh of relief, turned around quickly, and called his mother and two sisters.
In fact, he still has a wife and a son, but the son is too young, not yet three years old.
So his wife and son stayed in Tongyi.
The emperor of the Han Dynasty once issued a special edict: children under five years old and elderly people over fifty who move to the border can temporarily stay in Tongyi.
No matter old or young, one person can be left by your side to take care of your daily life.
I have to say that this generation of Emperor Liu was indeed merciful - otherwise, according to law, these people would be driven on the road, and countless people would be thrown on the roadside.
After the secretary finished registering, he handed over another piece of paper:
"Take it, don't throw it away. This is the proof of exchange for your family's rations."
After giving the instructions, he pointed in another direction, "Did you see that sign? Follow it and take this certificate to exchange for your food rations and blankets."
Feng Chuan was a little disbelieving when he heard it, but he still subconsciously held on to the certificate for fear of being blown away by the wind.
Everything in the family, including property, land, and servants, has been expropriated.
Apart from the clothes I carry with me, I only have a few personal belongings left at most.
At first I was worried about whether I would starve to death when I got here.
Unexpectedly, the government actually distributed food rations.
It’s really unexpected.
Although the rations are not much, they are based on a person's hair, a bag of millet, and a bag of gray rice flour.
Basically, it is enough to feed Feng Chuan’s family for a month.
Each person was also given a blanket.
The blanket was of poor quality and had a pungent smell. You could tell at a glance that it was made of scraps.
If it were in the past, Feng Chuan's family would probably not even take a look.
But now, they are hugging the blanket tightly and not letting go, as if they are holding precious silk.
Although there was a place to rest at night along the way, they spent many nights wishing that it would be great if there was something they could wrap themselves in for sleeping.
We have food and clothing, and even a place to live.
Feng Chuan's family was assigned two Qionglu.
There is also a small coal stove in each dome - of course, it can also burn cattle and sheep dung.
Plus a clay pot for cooking and eating, with a wooden spoon in the pot.
"These things are all lent to you by the government in advance, and they will be converted into money and grain and returned to you later."
Chao Cao, who brought them here, briefly introduced the situation here, told them what to pay attention to, and finally left with these instructions.
Looking at the living conditions that were worse than those of the slaves in the clan before, Feng Chuan felt neither disgust nor anger, but a hint of joy:
“Finally I have a place to live.”
After being convicted, he moved from Shangdang to Tongyi, and then from Tongyi to Jiuyuan.
The wind and meals are alive, and they are bold, cold and cold, and even worry about not being able to make a night.
Who knew that when we got here, we would still have food and shelter? It was much better than imagined.
“I don’t know how long it will take to get these things back.”
Feng’s mother is a woman in her forties, holding a blanket in her arms with a worried look on her face.
In this world, is there any free benefit?
Not to mention that they are exiles.
The more you give, the harder you will be punished in the future.
Feng Chuan was open-minded, but he shook his head:
“Mom, what’s the use of thinking about this now?”
After a pause, he said again:
“Based on our current situation, it is not an exaggeration to say that we are eating fish and meat. Even if they openly rob us, we are unable to resist.”
“Why go to all this trouble and borrow food and accommodation? What are you trying to do?”
And given their current situation, they basically have nothing. What is there that is worthy of the other party making such a big calculation?
Wouldn’t it be better to grab it directly?
Hearing what her son said, Feng's mother naturally reacted. Is this true?
“Let’s rest first. I haven’t had a good rest during this whole journey.”
At this point anyway, it’s useless to think about it any more.
Not to mention that the current situation is much better than imagined.
The youngest sister looked at the small coal stove and the clay pot and asked hesitantly:
“Brother, should we cook some more millet?”
Although when they first arrived, the government gave everyone a large bowl of hot rice porridge and a large steamed bun made of Yutou powder.
It’s not right to say that I’m hungry, but I always want to eat one more bite.
Feng Chuan's eyes also fell on the small coal stove, and he subconsciously touched his belly.
In the end, he shook his head:
“No, don’t overeat if you are hungry for a long time, otherwise it will easily cause food accumulation, abdominal distension and intestinal rupture.”
Although he is not a direct descendant of the Feng family, Feng Chuan's family originally had some land.
In times of trouble, there simply aren’t too many refugees.
Where did the tenants and land slaves of the big family come from?
Isn’t it just that in the years of famine and chaos, you kindly took in those poor people who were homeless and had no food to eat?
These days, if the weather goes smoothly, the government is in harmony and people are harmonious, and there are no more refugees, that would be a strange thing.
So Feng Chuan has seen more than once that those refugees who are extremely hungry can't control their mouths when they see food.
The people on the bank couldn't hold it back even with all their strength, and in the end they struggled to death.
Moreover, Shi Cao here has warned him more than once that no matter how hungry he is, he should not eat too much at one time, otherwise problems may easily arise.
This journey has been bitter and tiring, but it is not as if I am starving, or even so hungry that I can’t control myself when I see food.
At best, the food is not very good.
So it is far from the point where I would rather burst my belly and continue eating.
Not to mention these millet seeds and Yutou powder, if it were replaced by the former Feng's...
Feng Chuan cut off his thoughts promptly.
His master is no longer alive, Feng Chuan knows that he is now the mainstay of the family.
He has to take responsibility for some things.
Feng Chuan, who was extremely exhausted physically and mentally, immediately wrapped a blanket around himself after entering Qionglu, and soon began to roar loudly.
The next day, he was awakened by the sounds of voices outside the dome and the smoke that kept coming in.
“Did you get lost?”
Feng Chuan jumped up and rushed out without hesitation.
At first glance, it turned out that my mother and my little sister were squatting in front of the small coal stove, tinkering with something, causing thick smoke to billow.
“Mom, what are you doing?”
The little girl who was sticking her **** out and blowing air into the small coal stove heard the sound and quickly turned her head:
“Hey, brother, are you up?”
“Well,” Feng Chuan responded and walked closer, “What are you doing?”
“Making breakfast!”
The little girl had a few small black marks on her face, and the clothes on her body were dirty and even torn in several places, and she had not had a chance to repair them.
At first glance, she looks no different from a country girl.
Although Feng Chuan's family is not a descendant of Feng's concubine family, when he was in the party, even if his status in the clan was not high, he had no worries about food and clothing.
How has my little sister, who has always been pampered, ever suffered like this?
Seeing his little sister like this, Feng Chuan felt heartbroken.
“Sanniang woke up from hunger in the middle of the night, and she just endured it until dawn. No, as soon as it dawned, I wanted to get up and make some breakfast.”
Feng Zi’s tone was gentle, and he looked at the son and daughter with somewhat complicated eyes.
When Feng Wei heard this, he felt even more sad.
In the past, when the Feng family was in the spotlight, this kind of glutinous rice was not even available on the market. Today, my little sister is even greedy for it.
“Where is the second mother?”
“She went over there to fetch water.”
Feng Chuan’s expression changed:
“Mom, we are not familiar with this place, how can we let her go there alone?”
“It’s not far, don’t worry.”
Feng Mu shook her head and pointed in a direction, "You can see it from here, and there are soldiers patrolling over there."
“Yes, yes, they are leading a lot of dogs!”
Feng Sanniang interjected unwillingly and exclaimed, "There are so many dogs here!"
Although the Wei State has always called Ji Han a "Shu captive" and a "Western thief", it is undeniable that Ji Han's military discipline is the best among the Three Kingdoms.
Liu Bei's era did not massacre the city, and the people supported the old and brought the young to follow.
In the prime minister's era, the army was run with clarity and rewards and punishments were trustworthy.
Coupled with the slogan of reviving the Han Dynasty and returning the old capital, it is naturally even less likely to allow the people below to rob the people.
As for when Feng took charge of the army, the country's strength became stronger and stronger, and the Han Dynasty was expected to prosper.
There is no need to use methods such as city washing to boost morale.
Not only will it damage the reputation, but it will also damage the justice of the king.
Military pay?
There are plenty of them!
Even military merit can be awarded land.
Not to mention that Feng expressed his position more than once, Ge Gui and Feng Sui.
Ruling the country according to law is a national policy.
Even if the Shangdang tycoons are connected with thieves and capitalists, they are involved in many things and the scope of the attack is a bit wider, but they still have evidence.
Because after Ji Han's rule of law, there is another sentence, rule of law.
Those who are loyal and beneficial will be rewarded even if they are enemies; those who break the law and are negligent will be punished even if they are relatives.
They are all collaborating with thieves and thieves to harm the Han Dynasty. If you don’t investigate carefully, do you really think that it is you who interpret the laws of the Han Dynasty?
Do you know what the final right of interpretation is? !
The right to interpret knowledge is hard to come by, so why do you still want the right to interpret laws?
But no matter what, thanks to the foundation laid by the prime minister, the official atmosphere of the Han Dynasty is basically relatively honest and pragmatic.
As for the army, the same "military discipline is solemn".
For many large tribes in the east, the appearance of the Han army may represent a kind of fear.
But in the vast grasslands far away from the Central Plains, it is reassuring to see Han troops patrolling.
Not to mention that Feng Chuan and his group had just arrived yesterday and the government had not yet made arrangements. They were still prisoners under the government's custody.
Who dares to disturb the Han government after eating a leopard?
Especially in places like Jiuyuan Dudufu, which is half army and half camp, there are also fierce dragons crossing the river like Xinghanhui.
Even though Feng Chuan and the others were prisoners inside the fortress, outside the fortress, they were precious human resources.
Whoever dares to stretch out his hand will not be chopping off his hands or feet, but his head!
Sure enough, Feng Erniang came back soon with a clay pot filled with water.
Because of my weak strength, my body is a little swaying.
Feng Chuan took a look and quickly went up to take over.
“We can’t go too far.”
Feng Erniang stuck out her tongue. Her face was wet and clean. It seemed that she had taken this opportunity to wash her face by the water.
She pointed over there, where the Han army had patrolled:
“We can’t cross that current.”
"Um."
Cao had already reminded them of this matter yesterday.
"When I was fetching water, I thought the middle of the water would be cleaner. Unexpectedly, a group of soldiers happened to be passing by. The dogs were so fierce that they kept barking at me. One of them almost rushed over, but luckily he was caught by someone. "
Feng Erniang patted her chest with some fear.
Who knows where so many vicious dogs came from in Han?
Along the way, I said that it was the army that cared about them. Even the postal post, all of them had a few big dogs to watch the door alert.
“Are you okay?”
Hearing that her daughter was almost bitten by a dog, Feng’s mother, who was putting the clay pot on the small coal stove, also asked worriedly.
"it's okay no problem."
Feng Erniang hurriedly replied. At the same time, she reached into her arms, took out a cloth bag, and handed it to her mother:
“Mom, give it!”
"What's this?"
“Roupanzi, the general of the army saw that I was frightened by the vicious dog, so he gave me this meatloaf as an apology.”
Meatloaf?
Feng Sanniang, who was trying to learn how to make a fire, suddenly turned around and stared at the cloth bag in her sister's hand.
Even Feng Chuan couldn't help but swallowed.
How many days have you not eaten meat?
Feng’s mother took it in disbelief and spread it out. The aroma of oil immediately hit her nostrils.
“Gululu!”
I don’t know whether it was because she swallowed her saliva or her stomach was growling, but Feng Sanniang had an embarrassed look on her face.
“Then the Han general will be so kind?”
Compared to the three Feng brothers and sisters, Feng’s mother has more knowledge and thinks more.
The reputation of the army of the Later Han Dynasty was far less than that of the Early Han Dynasty.
When Emperor Gao of the former Han Dynasty entered Guanzhong, he did not commit any crimes in autumn.
After the Han Dynasty, Guangwu brought peace to the world and launched troops to plunder.
The former Han Dynasty valued military merit, and most of the soldiers in the army were sons of good families, who knew honor and disgrace and the country.
In the Later Han Dynasty, especially in the middle and late periods, there were mostly villains in the army.
What kind of good family?
Even the generals are not truly good men. How do you expect the soldiers to be good men?
As for the beginning of the troubled times, the reputation of soldiers has reached the point where scholars despise them like thieves and the people fear them like bandits.
There is no other way, warlords from all walks of life are massacring the city, and setting up troops to plunder is a basic act.
It’s strange that your reputation can get better.
Although Ji Han's military discipline is very good, his long-term impression of his soldiers is that it is extremely rare for them to not take the initiative to plunder the people's troops.
You actually take the initiative to bring you food?
The meatloaf is still so fragrant!
After Feng's mother reminded her, Feng Chuan's eyes subconsciously fell on Er Niang's clean face.
A woman from a good family, unless she is ugly, may have a mediocre appearance, but her temperament is still there.
Not to mention Feng Erniang, her appearance is not ordinary.
His hair and face were unkempt along the way, and his true appearance has never been revealed.
Finally arrived at the place and couldn't help but wash myself, but it was nothing.
The only bad thing is being seen.
Feng Chuan's heart suddenly "thumped".
Cao!
(End of this chapter)