Poor family mother and son

Chapter 427
Xiangzi has already helped clean up the roasted locusts, and he is going to share a small handful with each of the children and ask them to take them home.

Unexpectedly, these military households waved their hands in a panic: "No need, thank you for your kindness, we will go back!"

There was also an elderly woman lying on the ground and kowtowing to the stone, muttering something, and after kowtowing, she dragged her child to chase the ducks, walking in a hurry.

Chu Qing saw it inexplicably, and then heard an adult who was leading the child to chase ducks say: "Go back and pick your throat quickly and spit it out for me, do you hear me? God, grandpa, what's wrong with this!"

The old woman who kowtowed to the stone flake just now slapped her grandson on the ass: "Who told you to eat it? Ah? You dare to eat it too! If you offend the locust god, what will you do if you eat up all the rice fields tomorrow! "

Locust God?What the hell?
Jian Wubing took off his clothes, wrapped up all the roasted locusts that Xiangzi had put away, and comforted Chu Qing: "Sir, don't bother with them, there's no need to rush to treat them well!"

Chu Qing asked: "I'm not sick, what kind of locust god are they talking about?"

Wubing raised his eyebrows and looked at Chu Qing, a little surprised: "Your Excellency, don't you know the locust temple? We can't build a locust temple here, but every year around this time, the villagers will build a small shed at the foot of the mountain and use bamboo If you stick a big locust on it, it will be regarded as a locust temple, and you will often go to worship and ask it to bless the harvest."

Chu Qing has been in Daxuan for several years, and he has never seen any locust temple, nor heard any relevant information. Of course, things that he doesn't take seriously will not distract his mind, maybe he has heard of it?Anyway, no impression.

So when I told her about it, she listened very carefully.

However, it sounds like it is the season when the locusts hatch every year, and people temporarily set up a "temple" to worship, which means holding Buddha's feet temporarily.

"Will that work?" Chu Qing asked, usually she doesn't worship, but now, where is the sincerity?

"I can't tell. Say it works. There are locusts every year. Say it doesn't work. The adults say there is no disaster. Who knows." Wubing's tone was very disdainful.

He continued: "I think it's a good idea, my lord. Don't care if it causes disasters or not. Anyway, it's not a good thing. If you eat it, you'll be hungry! Why don't you keep it to eat the crops?"

Chu Qing felt that the common people had their own particulars, and it wasn't stipulated by the law, and it didn't matter, so she didn't care too much, so she packed up and went back.

The next morning when Huang Rong came in with face wash water, she complained to Chu Qing with an uneasy face: "Master, you are too careless, please put away your kindness!"

"Ah? What's wrong?" Chu Qing was puzzled.

People are such low-spirited people. It is clear that now there is no elder at the top who needs to be filial. Although the bottom is small, you don't have to worry too much.

But she couldn't get up, her heart felt so empty, even if the big palace maids around her gave a little face and complained, she listened patiently, and felt that it was good that someone took care of her.

"You are kind enough to bake some locusts for the children, but do you know that now the streets are full of people saying that you disrespect the locust god and bring locust plagues to the people!" Huang Rong's voice was high, obviously very angry.

"...What?" Chu Qing was confused.

After Chu washed his face, he changed into coarse clothes, and went "shopping" with Zhuo Yao, Xiangzi and the others.She was going to the street to hear what was going on.

There are locusts everywhere, flying here and there one by one, and many merchants who sell food use covers made of bamboo strips to hold the food.

Chu Qing and Zhuo Yao sat down at a rice noodle stall: "Boss, three bowls of rice noodles, I want a bigger one!"

The rest of the guards were scattered all over the place, Chu Qing just took care of the two of himself.

Two people, three bowls, still a big portion, the boss took a look at them, didn't dare to ask, went in to cook rice noodles.

Chu Qing was still dressed in men's clothing, with the tall Zhuo Yao, she looked a little thin.

But there is a lot to eat, three bowls of rice noodles, shared equally between the two.

Zhuo Yao admired Chu Qing's appetite.

While eating, the two waved their hands from time to time to drive away the locusts that fell on them at any time.

Unlike the locusts by the river and in the farmland, the locusts flying in the market are mostly brown, which is the result of the environment's biological selection.

The emerald green locust, looking at it alone, still feels cute and shiny, but this kind of brown locust flies over and is still lying on Chu Qing's sleeve, making people feel hideous.

When there are many locusts, they are not afraid of people, and they will land wherever they want.

Chu Qing flicked his finger, and the locust fell to the ground, dead.

The fingers that draw the bow and shoot the arrow are powerful.

But the people around are bored. When they flick it, the locusts will fly up at most, and if they get tired, they will fall down again, which is very annoying.

"What kind of day is this! You can't stop eating breakfast!" The guests at the next table complained.

His companion said: "Isn't that right, the locusts fell on the quilt my wife was drying in the yard yesterday, making black spots all over it, and I can't wash it off!"

The conversation between the two resonated with the people eating breakfast at other tables:
"There is a plague of locusts this year! There are locusts everywhere!"

"I don't know if it's a disaster or not. It's up to the government to decide."

"Isn't this called a disaster? Then what is a disaster?"

"Let me tell you, it's really hard to call it a disaster this year. You said that there were locusts in previous years, just a little less, not so many, but if you want to talk about disasters, it's not enough. You remember us two years ago. Wasn’t it the time when we went to the north to buy goods? That’s called a disaster, the locusts in Wuyang Wuyang flew like dark clouds, and a large area rushed over.”

"That's right. That time I saw that the crops were all rotten. As for the corn, there were dozens of locusts lying on it and gnawing on each ear."

"This is just the beginning, maybe it will be a disaster in a few days!"

"How to say?"

"I haven't heard of it. It's just that Mrs. Cotton ate locusts, and tricked the children to eat with her. Isn't this offending the locust god? Look, the locust god is definitely going to be angry!"

"My God! Eating locusts! How dare she?!"

"If you don't say anything, women should treat their husbands and children in a good manner, and be an official! I don't understand, isn't this harming our common people!"

"That's the reason! When she is an official, she doesn't have to worry about food or drink, but what do the common people do? With just these locusts, how many crops are left in the field?"

"Don't talk about the crops, how expensive is the rice price this year? Look at a bowl of rice noodles, it's actually increased by five cents!"

The owner of the rice noodle shop couldn't help it: "Guest officer, it's not that I want to raise the price. The rice is expensive, and there's nothing I can do about it. I haven't even counted labor wages!"

The guest waved his hand: "Hey, I know, I didn't mention you. We were just talking about the price of rice. If it weren't for these old locusts, how could it be so expensive!"

Xiangzi, who was sitting alone on one side, pretended not to know anyone and didn't want to attract attention, but now he finally couldn't help talking: "Rice is expensive, is it because of the severe drought this year?"

(End of this chapter)