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Chapter 148 Introduction to the Refugees of Pingyang Prefecture
It's not that all the soldiers in the guard are good, it's not bad that Luo Baihu hides the one in the room.

The bridge of the nose is straight, the eyes are deep-set, and the eyebrows are thick and black.

Because of his youth, although the figure of the "handsome little soldier" does not look burly, his gestures are full of masculinity.

tsk tsk!
It's a pity, it's a pity, I don't know if it is permanently stationed on the wall, I haven't seen it again these days.

Song Zhenping was a little dazed at this moment, he thought that if he asked his sister not to marry in a hurry, her sister would get angry and have a big fight with him.

I still thought about a lot of things to say, but in the end, Yun'er didn't even want to marry, so it was over!
Although the old horse walked slowly, he was full of endurance. The three brothers and sisters stopped and stopped along the way, eating and drinking. At dusk, they finally arrived outside the city of Pingyangfu.

It is indeed a prefectural city.

Although there is no moat outside the city, the city wall is tall and strong and heavily guarded. From time to time, there are figures of patrolling soldiers on it.

There is no charge at the gate of the city like Qili County, but you have to check your belongings and road guides.

There is a separate house built outside the city gate, in which two scribes are sitting and working.

Song Zhenping handed over to the City Defense Army the guide issued by the Suijin Guard with a medical certificate written on it.

He also showed them the only basket in the carriage, which contained water and food.

Nothing else!
A clerk from the room came out and looked at Song Zhenping and the carriage.

With a thick Pingyang accent, he said: "Are you military households in Suijin Town?"

Song Zhenping bowed his head and saluted: "We are military households who only joined last year. This time we came to the city to seek medical treatment for my younger brother."

The scribe nodded, and compared the descriptions in the guide to the people in the car.

In the car was a child who looked to be six or seven years old, and a girl who was looking after him.

This is the ten-year-old boy written in the guide.

The three brothers and sisters were wearing small cotton jackets. Even though they were on a long and dusty journey, they were still well dressed.

The scribe thought to himself: Suijin Town is a place where the living dead live, and there are also people who live well.

Turning around, he thought of the word military household again, and he immediately felt relieved.

Some time ago, I heard that there were Dilu people who wanted to break into Suijin Town, and they were all slaughtered, and their heads were sent to the Zhenbei Army for nothing, and the military households must be followed.

He looked at the three of them strangely, until Song Zhenping's forehead was sweating, and then he handed Lu Yin back and said, "Come on!"

Guided by the guard, Song Liyun and the three were sent into the city.

A group of people following them was stopped: "No way to guide, you are not allowed to enter the city!"

Sitting in the carriage, Song Liyun looked back, those people were wrapped in bedding, their faces were covered with dust, and they could only stand outside the city in a mess.

These are refugees.

Without official guides, there is no way to stay or enter the city. Even if you have silver on you, you can only sleep in the wild and become the prey of robbers and wild beasts.

If I hadn't first obtained the quota to go out of the village from Song Lizheng, and then took the household registration book and changed it to a military household, I might have brought my brothers as refugees.

As a refugee himself, although he will survive without worrying about food and drink.

Certainly there will be no such opportunities as today, swaggering into the city to seek medical advice and shopping.

Song Zhenping's expression was also not good. He also saw a lot of refugees who couldn't enter the city gathered in the woods outside the city.

Although it has already entered spring, it is still far from warm, and it is still necessary to wear thick clothes, and it is even colder at night.

But those refugees can only pull a piece of cloth between the trees to block the cold wind, and just survive the night like this.

Eating is even easier. They all stretch out their hands to beg for food by the side of the road, or set up pots and stoves in the open air.

He was going to give these refugees some cakes, but was stopped by Song Liyun.

Now that they entered the city, Song Zhenping asked, "Yun'er, why didn't you let me eat just now? They look very hungry."

Song Liyun said in a low voice: "Didn't you see the city defense army chasing people away?

They don't allow refugees to stay outside the city. If you deliver food face to face, I'm afraid you won't even be allowed to enter the city.

If you feel sorry for those people, when we leave the city, we can buy more miscellaneous corn buns. "

Only then did Song Zhenping realize that the city guards had a very bad attitude towards these refugees just now, and when they approached the city gate, they were beaten with sticks and sticks.

If you deliver the food face to face, it is really possible to annoy those soldiers.

It was almost dark at this time, there were only a few people coming and going in the city, and everyone was in a hurry.

Thinking of the various rules that Manager Wanda had said, Song Liyun didn't dare to delay, and went to find a quiet inn before dark to stay.

Pingyang Fucheng is different from Qili County.

Qili County can be entered with money, and the city is also scattered.

And here not only depends on the road guide, but also the curfew.

One hour after nightfall, it is time to prohibit idlers from wandering in the streets and alleys.

After finding the inn, Song Zhenping hadn't stayed outside yet, and when he heard the quoted room rate, he clicked his tongue and his face began to contort.

Isn't it just a casual night's sleep?
In the past in Xiaoshi Village, as long as February came, neither he nor Xiaoan could burn the kang anymore.

The winter nights are long and the bedding is thin, so the brothers can only hug each other to keep warm.

The refugees outside still live in the open air.

Now that I have a house to live in, I don't need to spend so much money.

An upper room costs [-] Wen for one night, while Datong Shop only costs [-] Wen.

According to his idea, let Song Liyun live alone in the upper room, and he and Xiao An can live in the common shop.

Song Liyun was keen on saving materials in the last days, and didn't like saving money.

You may not be able to eat the next meal after eating the last meal. Saving money is the most stupid thing.

Here I am even more unwilling to be wronged, so I just said: "Aren't you tired after a day's carriage ride? I'm going to see the doctor tomorrow. If the doctor finds out that he has a cold and back pain, the extra money you spend is not the two hundred renminbi." Already!"

Song Zhenping: "...Okay!"

Two upper rooms cost four hundred Wen.

The inn has a special stable, and there is no food. Song Liyun and other guys brought hot water, and asked them to help order another table of wine and food.

It's rare for an inn to have such a generous guest, serving soup and water so attentively, even when the three brothers and sisters are eating, the waiter is waiting by the side.

Song Liyun didn't let the clerk wait in vain, threw out a handful of copper coins, and asked him about the Pingyang Mansion.

The first is the migrants outside the city.

As soon as the guy mentioned the refugees, his face was full of disgust, and his words were also full of malice.

"Those lazy people who are greedy for life and afraid of death, and only know how to beg for money, deserve to starve to death!"

Pingyang Mansion is farther from the border than Suijin Town, and people here have little chance to see the Dilu people.

In the hearts of the people here, although the Dilu people are hated and feared, they always feel like a scourge from outside, and they leave after a few days.

Refugees are different.

These refugees are all farmers from the surrounding prefectures. They look pitiful on the surface, and they will turn into bandits to rob and steal whenever they have the chance.

It was gathering and flowing in the early winter of last year, and it has been noisy for three or four months.

Seeing that it was spring plowing, these people were unwilling to return to their hometowns, and there were more and more of them.

"Where do these refugees come from?"

Thinking that his own family was almost a refugee, Song Zhenping groaned in his heart.

(End of this chapter)