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Zhou Ting took it with both hands and handed it to An Yi, "Thank you uncle for your generosity."

Zhou Ting probably guessed that the people who fled the famine did not have much food, and they also had few things to keep out the cold. It was very kind of them to be able to give him all these.

"Ashamed." Seeing that he accepted, Cheng Yuanxi relaxed and said, "The common people have to go back to discuss with the clansmen. I wonder when the prince plans to leave?"

"Three days later."

"Yes, thank you again for your care. The common people will take the first step."

Cheng Yuanxi called Mingyi before leaving. Seeing this, Zhou Ting said something and kept Mingyi. They were two people when they came, but Cheng Yuanxi went back alone when he left.

Mingyi looked at him doubtfully, "Chaosheng, why are you leaving me here?"

"Nothing, I just want to talk to Mingyi, but Mingyi doesn't want to?" Zhou Ting lowered his eyelids, feeling a little disappointed involuntarily, like a discarded puppy.

"Do you really want me to stay?" Naughty asked him, handing over the oil paper bag in his hand, "My family found small fish and shrimps at the beach, fried them, and gave them to Chaosheng for snacks."

Zhou Ting actually felt a little shy and took the oil paper bag with full joy in his heart.

Under the illumination of the bonfire, Mingyi clearly saw Zhou Ting's ears turning red, and chuckled, "Chaosheng, what are you planning to eat tonight?"

"Eat whatever you want, the snacks you gave me are enough."

Mingyi then remembered that in ancient times, some places seemed to have two meals a day instead of three. The nobles followed the habit of two meals a day and basically skipped meals at night.

It's useless to ask.

After she came here, she had the habit of eating three meals a day, but she had forgotten the habits of ancient people.

An Yi and An Wu laid out their mats and looked up to see them talking, so they sat in front of the bonfire.

Zhou Ting looked from the small mountain col to the place where the Cheng family was stationed, and saw that every household was lighting bonfires and cooking, and he knew it.

"Can Mingyi need some food?"

"Well, our clan continues the habit of eating three meals a day." Mingyi nodded, and Zhou Ting smiled, "It means that your clan is living a good life."

Mingyi quite agrees. The Cheng family did live a good life before fleeing the famine.

In order to do farm work, farmers in ancient times would choose to eat three meals a day as long as there was enough food at home. If their living conditions were not good, they would choose two meals a day to save food at home. However, aristocratic families believed that eating two meals a day was good for health.

"It was good in the past. There was no land to escape the famine, and there was no money to buy food. Few states allowed refugees to enter. Even if they did, they would charge a high entrance fee of one tael of silver." Thinking of the prefectures he entered before, That's really a high price.

One tael of silver to enter the city is enough for an ordinary family to live for half a year.

Zhou Ting frowned and then said: "One tael of silver, alone?"

"Yes, one tael of silver per person, two taels is two taels." Mingyi gestured, "Refugees are inherently difficult, and some families may not even be able to raise one tael of silver together; refugees entering the city must be If you spend one tael of silver to buy grain, how much money can you have to buy grain?"

Officials are really not afraid of people rioting.

"Absurd." Zhou Ting's whole body was filled with low pressure.

Mingyi nodded in agreement, "The local officials' wallets are bulging, but they don't care about the life and death of the people; my family does have some wealth. At that time, my father went to the city to buy some grain to support the family all the way here."

Zhou Ting had a sullen face, annoyed by the officials' inaction, "This kind of thing has never happened in the northwest of my country. The maximum charge for entering the city is five cents."

Natural and man-made disasters, the more refugees there are, the higher the chance of rebellion. However, the officials did not act, and each one only cared about his own territory; he never thought about the country or the suffering of the people.

"The northwest is really nice~"

Zhou Ting was not happy to hear this, "Why didn't you choose to go northwest in the first place?"

"I don't know." Mingyi Guangguan spread his hands, "The elders tell me where to go. As a child, I naturally listen to my elders."

Zhou Ting had the urge to hold his forehead. He was stupid. After getting along with Mingyi for a long time, he always felt that she acted like an adult. It was so easy to talk to him, but he forgot that she was still a young girl.

In other people's homes, a little girl would not be taken seriously, let alone have a say.

In the Cheng family, the little girl Mingyi seems to be quite favored, but she doesn't have the right to speak.

"I wonder if uncle can determine the people in your clan."

Mingyi nodded, "As long as the clan chief, village chief, and clan elders agree, the others will follow; they have no place to go, and if they don't follow, they will have to gather alone, and their chance of survival will be greatly reduced. Their brains are stupid. , but not entirely stupid.”

Zhou Ting chuckled, the little girl's way of talking was funny.

"Mingyi, are you in a hurry to go back? I think they are killing pigs."

"I have to go back. There is a pig-killing feast at home tonight." Mingyi chuckled, "If it weren't for your identity, I would have invited you to have a feast; it's a pity that you can't eat the pig-killing feast. "

Zhou Ting asked curiously: "Is the pig killing feast delicious?"

"It's delicious. In the past, in my hometown, my grandparents would raise pigs. Once a year, they would kill the pigs and invite the village helpers to come and have a meal. The Xuewang soup boiled with the pig's waste was particularly fragrant and could only be eaten every year. Gotta do that once.”

Of course, it can be made on a regular basis, but it won’t taste as good as during a pig-killing feast.

What you eat is about the atmosphere.

Killing a pig to reward your family all year round is a sense of accomplishment and the joy of eating meat.

"Sounds good." Zhou Ting's curiosity was completely aroused as he had never tasted it before, "I must try it if I have the chance."

"There will be. If our family goes to the northwest and settles down, I will treat you to a pig-killing feast!"

Zhou Ting smiled and nodded, then thought that she was a girl and her status in the family was not high, so she said, "Can you make the decision?"

"I can't make the decision, and I still have my father. My father is very good to me and treats my brother and I equally. My brother studies and I study. I have what he has, and I have what he doesn't." The original owner is really a cute person. A very happy little girl.

"That uncle is really kind to you. My family's situation is complicated. There are more than a dozen concubines and more than 20 children. My father can't remember their names and only remembers a few children he particularly likes. Even if it's me, In front of my father, I only have a given name, which takes advantage of my direct descendant status."

On the contrary, Mingyi did not receive as much fatherly love.

Mingyi's ears twitched, and she calmly asked: "Your father may be able to give birth to a child. Listening to what you say, are you not favored at home?"

"It's okay. I'm a direct descendant, so I naturally have an advantage. My father is pretty good to me; my mother's natal family is the daughter of the Liang family in Cangzhou, which is a big clan in Cangzhou and accounts for one-third of the officials in the court. "

Mingyi listened carefully and asked questions from time to time, but in just half an hour she understood Zhou Ting's current situation.

Zhou Ting is still favored at home, but it may be more because of his mother's clan; it is undeniable that his mother's clan is powerful and sometimes more useful than his father's clan.