Be a small county magistrate in ancient times

Chapter 16 The dream was broken so tragically

When Meng Changqing registered the three people in No. 20, a familiar face came.

"Is this the young master who gave you dry food before?" The kneeling man recognized Meng Changqing first.

"Is it you? Have you finished eating the dry food?"

The man's face was full of regret, "I was robbed."

Meng Changqing had no time to sympathize with him, and then asked the same question, "What's your name? How old are you? Is there anyone else in Beishan County with you?"

"My name is Shazhu. I must be 27 years old this year. My family has all starved to death, and I am the only one left."

Meng Changqing held up the pen without putting it down, "You called killing a pig? What killing? Which pig?"

This person should know a few words. At least he can say his own name correctly, "Sand of sand, vermilion of vermilion."

Meng Changqing wrote down his name and asked: "The woman who followed you yesterday was not your wife?"

"I do not know her."

Yesterday, Meng Changqing thought they were a family of three at first glance, but it turned out that none of the three people knew each other.

"Next!"

Laicai ran over with a hand warmer in his arms, "Master, warm your hands quickly, I'll write for you for a while."

"That's fine, you sit down and write." Meng Changqing took the hand stove and moved out of the way, standing next to him and stretching his legs.

Not far away, a group of imperial guards gathered together.

"Master Bai, I see that the soldiers have even set up our tent. Do you want to go over and help?"

"No, we are assigned by His Majesty to protect Lord Meng and his family. Other matters are not among our responsibilities, but..." He changed the subject, "Master Meng gave me cakes before, out of personal affection. , let me go and help him."

He turned around and ran to Meng Changqing's side, taking turns with Bafang to carve identity badges.

Someone in the group of imperial guards was puzzled, "Hey, Master Bai, where is this coming from?"

"I don't understand either. What kind of cake can show personal affection?"

Someone who thought he understood clearly said, "This affection is not for the cake. You don't even think about the identity of Mr. Meng."

"What's your identity? Aren't you the son of General Dingbei?"

"Isn't that right? How many Dingbei generals can be produced in one day?"

"But after all, it is the glory of the fathers." The man lowered his voice and said, "Besides, General Meng has died a long time ago. He himself is just a small county official. Lord Bai and he are both seventh-rank officials. And Lord Bai is still a capital official, so with Do you have to go and please him?"

The understanding person said, "I'm just saying that you think simply, and you don't even look at where he is working as an official, on the border, next to the military camp. Even if he is still young, Your Majesty still believes in the blood of the Meng family, and I am afraid that in the future Liangzhou The army will turn back into the Meng Family Army."

"Impossible." Someone immediately refuted him, "If His Majesty really has such an idea, he should be put in the military camp for training instead of letting him be a county official. Now Mr. Xiao Meng is obviously taking the path of a civilian official."

"Is there any possibility? There are no examples of civilian officials holding military positions concurrently in our dynasty."

"If this is really the case..." The man was halfway through his words, and immediately turned around and walked towards Meng Changqing, "Mr. Meng, I'm here to do something for you."

"Okay, okay." Meng Changqing didn't ask the suddenly enthusiastic Yu Linjun why, and just handed him a pen and paper, "Please, brother, please register with Mr. Bai.

Follow the previous format and only ask these questions. Remember that the number must be consistent with the number behind the ID badge and must not be written incorrectly. "

Meng Changqing happened to feel that there were not enough manpower and the number of refugees was large. He didn't know how long it would take to register them one by one.

"Captain Yang, let them come two by two."

It was already dark by this time, and torches were lit everywhere, and two lamps were placed on the small registration table.But there is no shelter outside the city wall, and the wild wind is wild. Although there is a lampshade outside the candlelight, it is still swayed by the wind, causing the eyes of the person writing to hurt.

Meng Changqing led people to set up a small tent at the registration place. It could not withstand much cold air, but at least it could provide shelter from the wind.

All registered refugees can go to the big pot and have a bowl of hot porridge.

I drank porridge, washed the dishes, and then found a place with a little shelter from the wind to squat down.

The heat in his stomach slowly came out, as if he wanted to pull his internal organs out of the ice and snow and restore his living body.

Sha Zhu closed his eyes and was about to fall asleep in the crowd. Suddenly he felt a cold wind blowing around him. When he opened his eyes, he saw a refugee who had also eaten porridge sitting down next to him.

"It's so warm." The man rubbed his belly and said to himself, "I wonder if there will be anything to eat tomorrow?"

Someone who was crowded inside replied to him, "How can an official be a good person if you have a meal and a meal? I can still provide for you every meal."

"Aren't there several carts of food?" The man looked towards the cart, and when he accidentally spotted the cavalry, he immediately looked away, "Should we be able to eat for several days?"

"Hmph! Is this your first day here? Didn't anyone come to provide disaster relief in the early years? You just pretended to be there for two days and then stopped coming."

Sha Zhu said, "I think this officer is different."

The man insisted on his idea, "There is no good official in the world."

Sha Zhu said: "He must be kinder than other officials."

"Why?" The people crowded next to Shazhu asked him.

Sha Zhu concealed the real reason: "No official comes to give porridge by himself. This official came."

"Look at those ferocious soldiers. The knives in their hands are ready to kill people at any time. Which kind-hearted person would do this?"

Sha Zhu closed his eyes and didn't speak any more. He finally felt half full and didn't want to waste his energy arguing with others.

He didn't say anything, but the man was still saying, "He took those things out, so don't even think about taking them back. I will eventually find a chance."

The thin girl next to the man pulled him and said, "Dad, stop talking."

The soldiers set up two large pots at the same time and cooked seven pots of porridge, which was enough for each refugee to have a large bowl.

"Thank you for your hard work, hurry up and have dinner." Meng Changqing put away the paper that was recorded on the table. "We are in a rush today and there are not enough people. We don't have time to start the stove in private. Brothers in the Royal Forest Army, just have some porridge."

Chu Mufeng: "Mr. Meng, you're welcome. We all know the inconvenience on the road. We don't mind if we can eat whatever we want."

"Thank you for your understanding, Mr. Bai. Bafang, take them to dinner."

After everyone left, only Meng Changqing and Xi Bei were left in the tent. They organized the things registered by several people into a book in order, and turned to the last one, numbered 220.

No wonder he ate seven pots of porridge.

This still adds more water, and only half a stone of rice is used.

Even if they make porridge for every meal and eat two meals a day, thirty shi of grain will only be enough for these people to last for a month at most.

This is just a matter of food, cold-warming supplies and medicines to treat typhoid fever.We also have to think of ways to prepare.

Meng Changqing is worried. She has become the county magistrate of Beishan County. From now on, people in Beishan County no longer have to go out to beg for food. She has to go out to beg for food.

Her dream of being a local emperor was shattered so tragically.

(End of this chapter)