After evacuating the enemy's warehouse, carry supplies through the disaster year

"Shop, two steamed buns, two steamed buns, two bowls of white rice porridge, and two bowls of miscellaneous grain porridge."

Ziyu threw a three-coin silver barley to the middle-aged man, and pointed to the two horses on the tree stump.

"By the way, add two buckets of water to them, and I will reward you for the rest."

"Come on, two guest officers please!"

The middle-aged man who received the silver barley didn't forget to put the silver barley in his mouth and bite, leaving two clear teeth marks.

With a wrinkled smile on his face, he served porridge and steamed buns on the ground, and waited for the two of them to eat before going to feed the horse with water, and also diligently washed the horse with a straw brush.

...

On the small square table, there are four large steamed buns stacked on top of each other, occupying most of the place.

For the porridge served, one bowl can only be placed in each of the four corners, which is regarded as putting things down.

And the only thing left in the shop was two pots of porridge. As for the pickles to accompany the porridge, there were none at all.

The steamed buns with a bit of wheat bran were a little yellowish, but they were bigger, one was as big as Ziyu's face.

The slightly rough taste has a special flavor for Ziyu who is used to eating fine grains.

The two chewed slowly, taking a sip of porridge equivalent to rice soup from time to time, and after eating two steamed buns and a steamed bun, they stopped doing anything.

The four bowls of warm porridge were drunk by the two of them as water.

"Crack...crack..."

When the two of them heard the sound of chaotic footsteps running over, they knew that those little beggars pulling grass had returned.

Ziyu got up and put one foot on the stool, holding a chopstick in her hand and said in a nonchalant manner.

"Line up, after the biggest guy checks the grass, don't poison the horses, you can't afford it.

Then, come here and line up! "

There were five more beggars running back than before, and now there are thirteen beggars in total. It is only a blink of an eye to add grass to the horses.

Thirteen beggars lined up at the entrance of the steamed stuffed bun shop. Their jet-black faces and hands were so close together that it was hard to see any normal skin color, let alone the smell on their bodies.

The smell of sweat can send the delicate people away at once.

Ziyu shook her head, she didn't care about how dirty the beggar in front of her was, she saw that the beggars sitting on the street were slowly approaching here.

All of them were in tattered clothes and professionally holding a broken bowl, shaking their backs hunched all the way.

She couldn't help but give each of the little beggars in line a steamed bun and a steamed bun, and when the last one came to her, it was the little girl who gave her the blessing.

"You know how to hide things!" Ziyu whispered.

"meeting!"

The little girl bowed her head cleverly in response, and spread her hands to take the steamed buns and buns that Ziyu had made.

The little girl quickly hid the steamed buns and steamed buns in her skirt, and just as she was about to leave, there were two more steamed buns in front of her eyes.

Ping Shilan's eyes burst out with excitement, and the hand holding the steamed buns was trembling, and she choked up.

"Thank you young master, good luck, young master!"

"Eat quickly. Only when you are full will you have the strength to beg for food. I hope to see you again when I come next time."

Ziyu, who already had some thoughts in her heart, heard the suppressed cry, but now she was powerless.

Because she has more important things to do.

If you can still see these beggars when you come back, as long as you are willing to leave with them, take them away.

Ping Shilan chewed on the steamed buns, the sweet taste of fine grains made her reluctant to swallow it for a while.

Most of the little beggars who got steamed buns gave one to the old beggars who came over.

Before the beggars surrounded her, Ping Shilan ran out like a slippery loach, and ran away without looking back.

The old beggars who didn't get the steamed buns gathered around Ziyu at the door of the shop, shaking their broken bowls to beg.

"Well-meaning son, enjoy the stuttering!"

"Young Master's heart is as good as a Bodhisattva, have pity on us poor people!"

……

After Ziyu gave away all the remaining buns and steamed buns, some old beggars still stood in front of the shop.

The middle-aged man chased them away with a horse brush and yelled loudly.

"Walk around, stay on the street begging for food every day, and beg for business.

The steamed buns in the shop have been sold out.

Old Zhangtou, let me tell you that you should be a little bit more modest, don't try to catch the nobleman and pluck the wool.

Frightened away by you, whoever dares to come next time will not go home when it is getting late. "

"Yes, yes, shopkeeper Liu is right, let's go now.

Your son, don't be angry, we have no choice but to do it, life is hard in this world.

If you want your family to eat more, you can only give up your old face and come out to beg. "

The disheveled old Zhang Tou took two steps back and handed over to Ziyu, then took the lead and strode away.

Compared with the hunched back just now, the straight back is completely two people.

The beggars around the shop door all left with Mr. Zhang, as if they had never been here before.

...

"Shopkeeper, the beggars in your town are interesting!" Ziyu joked as she watched the backs of all beggars, big and small.

"They should be villagers from nearby villages." Li Bai finally spoke out.

"Sigh, the two sons don't know that the past few years have been bad, and the crops have not produced food.

After paying the taxes, the family can't fill their stomachs at all, so they are not allowed to come out to beg.

Who is willing to be a beggar if he can survive, or if he is not forced to do nothing by life. "

Shopkeeper Liu shook his head and sighed, then said in a low voice.

"Our place is far away, and it's a little bit better, and the next door is even worse.

The land is all in the hands of the rich, and the common people have no other way but to rent land. Many families are exhausted and do not even have half a meal.

No, those who are brave enough will come to our junction, although this place is under the management of Weixin Mansion.

But it is equivalent to a two-way zone, and there will naturally be more people begging and fleeing.

The two sons go ahead, don't go at night, I heard that the bandits near the Xinshan mountain range are very cruel.

They rob anyone they see, and kill them after they rob them. The meat is also cooked into soup and eaten. "

"It's true, the local government doesn't care about it? They didn't send troops to suppress the bandits." Ziyu raised her eyebrows and said calmly.

"How can the current government care about our lives, and it's not their people who died.

They only care about whether taxes are paid or not, and nothing else. " Shopkeeper Liu said angrily.

Ziyu shook her head, and stopped asking about the bandits in detail. Many things were based on rumors, and the real situation has yet to be verified.

"Where do those beggars live?"

Shopkeeper Liu looked at Ziyu warily, and waved his hands.

"My lord, they are all poor people, they didn't do anything harmful except beg.

Everyone in the town knew them, and as long as they didn't steal or rob, they would turn a blind eye.

They don't come out to beg every day, they only come out during the slack season. "

"It's not about asking the beggars who came out of the village, where are the homeless beggars?"

Ziyu didn't expect this person's divergent thinking, thinking so much, did she say that begging is wrong!
"Hehe, Lao Liu misunderstood your good intentions. There is a dilapidated earth temple outside the town, where beggars without homes live."