Buddhist Cultivation: Starting from Divination

Chapter 51 Drought and Public Complaints

After receiving the Bie Lu, Zhao Huai quickly left the door.

Although it was a long time to stay in the basement for three days and three nights, it felt like it passed quickly.

During the retreat, I have no sense of the passage of time, and I still feel a little uncomfortable seeing the bright sun at this time.

It was in the afternoon at this time, and hawkers gathered in the neighborhood, and various caravans were constantly flowing, and pedestrians leading horses could often be seen on the street.

There are basically no monks on the street, mostly literati with fans, and occasionally two knights walking with swords.

"Xin Crow Immortal, keep the wind and rain in good order, and prevent diseases from invading!"

"You can enter bliss, you can get rich!"

At this time, there were groups of teams wearing black robes, shouting loudly, beating gongs and drums, and they were very imposing.

Jackdaws were embroidered on their clothes, which looked like some religious sect.

Zhao Huai glanced at it, raised his eyebrows and said, "The Faith Crow Fairy? What kind of organization is this?"

Then he turned his head away and ignored it.

He looked while walking, holding the list, and read slowly: "Liquor Qu Sanliang. Is Madam planning to make wine?"

"In addition, there are Qinghe porcelain incense burners, silver silk embroidered lotus purses, and emerald jade bean cakes."

"In that case, let's go buy wine music first."

Zhao Huai turned into a bluestone alley, and occasionally he could see a drunken man passing by with a blushing face and a crooked walking posture.

Walking to the end of the alley, a shop appeared in front of you.

The yellowed wine flags are hung with the word "Sun". The shop is not big, and there are only five square tables inside, and there are more than a dozen wine vats inside.

The liquor in this wine shop can be said to be well-known far and wide, and its popularity is no less than that of opium. It is a must-have drink for some alcoholics before meals.

Because of his great fame, when Zhao Huai came, there were guests at all five tables. Looking at the clothes, all the Shu embroidered jade belts were noble gentry in Jinzhou City.

Zhao Huai didn't care about them, and just yelled out, "Old Sun, have a pot of Xiaoyao Niang."

"Okay! Da Zhuang, serve wine to shopkeeper Zhao!"

The owner of the wine shop is a 50-year-old uncle. His winemaking skills are really good, and the wine here is often bought out.

He and Zhao Huai are also acquaintances. Zhao Huai will come here basically every time he buys wine, and occasionally chat with the boss about the family life.

When Old Sun saw Zhao Huai, he recognized him at a glance, then smiled and said to Zhao Huai:
"Good afternoon, shopkeeper Zhao! But I haven't come for a few days."

"Well, there's no way, I've been busy these days."

Zhao Huai replied softly, put his eyes on the wine tank, and asked:
"Old Sun, you have a wine koji bar here. My family wants to make wine and needs three taels of wine koji. The price is easy to negotiate."

"Naturally."

Old Sun entered the shop with a smile on his eyes, and quickly took a small bag of distiller's yeast, and handed it to Zhao Huai.

"how much is it?"

The old grandson pretended to be suspicious: "Hey, we are so familiar, just a little wine yeast, just give it to the shopkeeper."

"Thanks then."

Zhao Huai was also polite, and put away the distiller's yeast.

"Go, go! Where are the disaster victims, stay away from me!"

"Go away, it's really bad luck!"

While the two were negotiating, there was a burst of cursing from the side table.

Zhao Huai looked away.

"My lord, please give me some copper coins, my child has been hungry for a few days."

I saw a female beggar with a dirty face, bowing her body, pleading towards the drinkers at the wine table.

Holding a broken porcelain bowl in his hand, his complexion was sallow, his skin and bones were exposed, and he looked miserable.

With her other hand, she was holding a little girl who was no more than eight years old. The girl's face was dirty, but her eyes were bright and clear.

"I tell you to get out! Didn't you hear me!"

"Boss! Take care!"

The female beggar stood in front of a round-headed drinker, but the drinker held her nose and cursed impatiently, as if she couldn't stand the smell on her body.

"Guest officer, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"

Old Sun smiled and stepped forward to apologize, and took the mother and daughter beggars aside.

Then he took out a handful of copper coins from his sleeve, put them into the beggar's bowl, and sighed:

"Take it."

"thanks, thanks!"

The female beggar was so scolded that she couldn't lift her head just now, but now she shrank her head tremblingly, thanked her with sobs, and dragged the little girl away in a desperate manner.

Zhao Huai glanced at the drinker, frowned, feeling a little puzzled.

He couldn't help turning his head and asked the old grandson:

"There have been no refugees in Jinzhou for a long time. What's going on?"

The old sun said helplessly: "This year's drought, many farmers in the outer city have no harvest, many people are hungry, they are all hard-working people, there is no way."

"Isn't the government in charge?" Zhao Huai frowned.

Lao Sun stared at the surroundings and whispered: "The government can't control it. I heard from my cousin who is an official that the grain stored in previous years has been used for military pay."

After hearing these words, Zhao Huai frowned even deeper.

"My lord, your wine is ready."

The apprentice in the shop looked at the face, he should be a newcomer, and he handed the wine to Zhao Huai with both hands with an honest look.

"gone."

Zhao Huai threw down a piece of silver and left.

"My son gave too much!"

The apprentice shouted quickly.

"Reward you."

Holding the wine, Zhao Huai passed by alleys and alleys, and vaguely heard roars.

"It's just that little money! How many meals is enough?!"

"What a waste! It takes half a day to do this!"

Since he broke through to Foundation Establishment, his mental power has been extremely sharp, and he can hear the sound even in a far away place.

As the footsteps moved forward, the sound got closer and closer.

In front of him was a male beggar with disheveled hair, wearing a shabby short gown, barefoot, pointing at a mother and daughter and yelling at them.

This mother and daughter are exactly the beggar and little girl in front of Zhao Huai just now.

"Hurry up and ask for it again! Otherwise, you won't have dinner tonight!"

Holding a handful of copper coins in his hand, the male beggar said fiercely.

The female beggar could only protect the little girl's head, lowered her head, and remained silent.

"Still stunned, right?"

When the male beggar saw that the other party hadn't moved, he stretched out his hand and wanted to slap her.

But as soon as he raised his hand, he found that his hand couldn't move immediately.

Feeling pulled by something.

Looking back, it turned out to be a very handsome young man.

"roll."

Zhao Huai said indifferently with indifferent eyes.

With a slight pull of the hand, the male beggar was thrown to the ground.

Fear flashed across the male beggar's face, and he didn't dare to fight back. He got up, rubbed the soles of his feet with oil, and ran away without looking back.

Zhao Huai picked up the copper plate on the ground, took another piece of broken silver from his waist, and handed it to the female beggar.

"Take it, let's go."

"Thank you son."

The female beggar was choking with sobs, tears streaming down her cheeks, and she didn't stop, she dragged the little girl away from the alley quickly.

As soon as Zhao Huai turned his head, he vaguely saw in the shadowy alley in the distance, there were beggars lying in disorder, huddled in a corner, motionless, not sure if they were dead or not.

There are also some beggars who are staring at the direction of the mother and daughter, their eyes showing nothing.

It's just that when they saw Zhao Huai's eyes, they all lowered their heads, not daring to take another look.

Zhao Huai was dressed in a martial robe, tall and tall, with piercing eyes. Ever since he broke through the Foundation Establishment, he had gained a lot of power, so he must not be messed with.

The corner of the alley was desolate, and the cold and silent atmosphere made people uncomfortable.

From time to time in the distance came the barking of dogs from the courtyards of rich families.

"What kind of prosperity is this?"

Zhao Huai shook his head, turned and left.

It wasn't long before he left.

The sound of gongs and drums came from the street, and then entered the alley.

"Fairy Crow, keep the wind and rain in order, and prevent diseases from invading!"

"Join my Raven Sect, you can receive a bucket of rice, and the Raven Fairy will bless you, you can enjoy bliss after death, and you can enter wealth in the next life!"

Pious believers walked among the alleys, shouting.

"Is there really rice?"

A thin and yellow beggar crawled out, looking hopeful.

"Of course it is true. Joining the Raven Sect is enough."

The leading believer smiled and said confidently.

(End of this chapter)