Traveling through famine: The space peasant girl

After saying this, he realized who he should blame in his heart, and naturally he would not blame Zhang Tao. Zhang Tao had tried his best back then. Even though he knelt in the Golden Palace for three days, he did not obtain a divorce letter from his mother. Instead, he was reprimanded by the emperor and demoted.

His eyes were lonely as he looked in the direction of Jinling, where the most noble person in the world lived. However, the heart of this most noble person was harder than stone. But it didn't matter, soon someone would pull him down. As for the person who had been relying on him to show off his power, he was also about to fall.

But he was not in a hurry. One day he would go to Jinling in person to watch this man's downfall and kneel before him begging for mercy.

He didn't believe that this man had any backbone. If it weren't for the Zhang family's dowry that supported his palace, he wouldn't be able to live the happy life he has today.

He had already checked the dowry that the guards had brought back from the woman. Most of it was new stuff. Many of the old stuff was gone, probably having been pawned.

Except for those personal items that my mother liked back then, which were not pawned, most of the other things had been touched. What a useless man he was, actually supporting his family business by relying on women's things.

He couldn't be impatient, he had to keep his composure, and he would repay all the humiliation that Jinling had inflicted on him in the past.

Zhang Jie looked at his cousin with a complicated expression. This cousin had a very rough fate since childhood. As the prince of a royal family, he was forced to leave Jinling City because of a child from an outer marriage. As a prince, he actually married a concubine as his princess and had an illegitimate child to inherit the royal family. Everything he did was more foolish than the last.

After leaving Jinling City, he had to hide his identity because of the pursuit. Now looking at my cousin's face, he is almost as old as my father. I know in my heart that this cousin has suffered a lot, farming in the wind and sun, and he ages quickly.

It is normal to have some resentment in one's heart, and this resentment is definitely not directed at them, but probably at the two most honorable brothers in Jinling.

After the conversation, the old man took the stretcher and left with his son. Zhang Tao stood there, thinking about something, and returned to the exile team with the second son.

At this time, many people in the exile team were discussing with the officials, wanting to go to Chuncheng to check out the situation and replenish some food and water.

The refugees following behind swarmed towards Shi Zhou's shed. They held their bowls and drank the half bowl of porridge in their hands with great cherishment.

Even though it was only half a bowl of porridge, it was normal food. It was not like they were on the road and even dead licorice, grass roots and tree bark did not escape their clutches.

After drinking the porridge, the exiled team sat down to rest. Three or two of them gathered together to talk, and then they suddenly started quarreling for some reason. It seemed that some people wanted to leave here directly and continue to move forward to find a place with sufficient water. Others just didn't want to move forward anymore and wanted to stay here. Half a bowl of porridge every day was enough for them to survive.

If there is any work again, they have money to build houses and cultivate land, which can be considered as settling down. They believe that the disaster will soon be over.

It seemed that there were many disagreements in every team. Some wanted to stay and some wanted to move forward to see what was ahead. Chuncheng only gave the refugees half a bowl of porridge every day, but with only half a bowl of porridge, they had no energy to work. Especially for those without a pass, it was a bolt from the blue. So they wanted to move forward to see if there was another way out.

Even the exile team in front looked back curiously, because the chief of one village did not agree that they should stay here any longer. They were an entire village and clan, leaving the place where they were born and raised. They could not enter the city at all because they had no pass. Would they let their children continue to be beggars?

Without a pass, they cannot even guarantee a normal life, and can only build houses around the mountains and live there. They have to wait until thirty years later to go to the city to register before they can be issued a pass. During these thirty years, half of the grain they grow has to be handed over to the city, and the remaining half has to be paid as taxes. It is not certain whether they can survive more than thirty years, so it is better for them to go to the remote south where pass can be distributed directly, so that they can go to better places later.

They just suffered on the way, but if they could get a pass and come back, they would be eligible to be directly allocated to the village to build houses and live in, and the reclaimed land would be exempted from taxes for three years. Wouldn't that be better?

There was a lot of noise at the back for a long time, and no one knew who convinced whom, and gradually the noise died down. All one could see was that some people were already moving frantically and didn't want to move forward anymore, or after leaving Mo City, there was almost no place to get supplies, so they even started to produce and drink their own food.

Otherwise, there would not have been riots among the refugees on the road. It was because the refugees knew they could no longer survive and wanted to seek a glimmer of hope. In the end, it was still the exile team, and each person saved a little bit of water and gave it to the refugees behind. As for how they distributed it, it was none of the business of the people in front. But if another riot among the refugees happened, don't blame the knife in the hands of the officers.

Since the refugees got the water, they have been very well behaved and no longer made any inappropriate demands as before, because they knew that the people before them had also started to tighten their belts and reduce their diets.

Only then did they reach Chuncheng peacefully. After arriving in Chuncheng, the black-faced official went straight into the scene with the list of exiles. He needed to contact the local city lord to replenish his already scarce supplies.

The mayor of Chuncheng looked at the people outside and slowly sighed. He could only stop selling all the water and supply it all to the team of exiles outside. The food was not very good, just enough to fill their stomachs. A lot of bran was mixed in each steamed corn bread.

No one disliked such food, but ate it with relish. Of course, this did not include the people in the exile team, because all of these people had lived a life of luxury for most of their lives, and it was really uncomfortable for them to eat such food all of a sudden. However, no one dared to waste it, but ate it slowly in small bites. Even the children in the Zhang family were like silent children, holding a steamed bun and chewing it slowly. If they choked, they would drink water and then continue eating after a while, because they had already understood along the way that if they didn't eat, they would just go hungry.

Some time ago, I disdained the steamed buns and cornmeal steamed bread that the old man brought back. But then I looked at the black steamed bread in my hand, and I didn’t know what it was made of. Suddenly, I felt that what I had eaten before was really delicious.

No one dared to complain anymore, saying that they didn’t eat or drink enough, because the past month had made them realize the reality and they could only find ways to survive on their own.

Zhang Tao would not say anything. When he was marching and fighting, the food and fodder were robbed and damaged. They even ate the soil, let alone a steamed corn bread mixed with half bran. To them at that time, this corn bread was very sweet.

The old man and his men hurried and arrived at the halfway point of the mountain before lunch. Even though the Wang family did not see the situation at the foot of the mountain, they could guess what it was like. In their eyes, since there was a place to give out porridge in Chuncheng, there must be no shortage of water or food, and most of them must want to stay.

Those who stayed here before probably wanted to leave, so the people behind the prisoners must have been replaced by another group of people who continued to flee and wander.

Chuncheng is indeed not a place to stay for long, because the water in Chuncheng basically depends on the groundwater in those wells. Even if there is more groundwater, it cannot provide drinking water for so many people. In order to live well, they must leave as soon as possible.

Now that the reason for staying here has been solved, the old man took some dried biscuits and hard buns from Wang Shiyu, and Wang Shiyu also kindly provided some fried noodles. The fried noodles are very convenient to eat and can be eaten directly by just washing them with water.

The old man took his youngest son Wang Yizu and went straight down the mountain. He looked at the team behind him and saw a lot of unfamiliar faces and familiar people.

The old man was not interested in these things. He just wanted to give the food to these people and let them leave here quickly. He had already seen clearly that these people were not good people at all.

Even if their fighting power is not high, a large number of ants can still kill an elephant. It is better for them to leave as soon as possible. They are about to leave the Ten-Li Mountain. Once out of the mountain, they will definitely come into contact with refugees on the road. So during this period of time, they should avoid large groups of refugees. It is best to follow those scattered refugees.

So in order to leave here as quickly as possible and find a place to stay before anything happens, they have to stay close to the official road to keep an eye on Zhang and others coming from afar.

So they moved much faster afterwards, and even Wang Shiyu, who was only eight years old, was carried directly on Wang Yixian's back.

They all put on new cloth shoes, so everyone quickened their pace, in order to find a place to stay before anything happened. Otherwise, when something happened, they would be rushing around like headless flies, which would be bad.

Wang Shiyu put all the heavy objects on their bodies into the space. They just carried a large or small backpack symbolically, and the two strong men carried two children on their backs. In this way, they formed a different style from those people at the foot of the mountain.

They were walking very fast, and now the Zhang family was still resting outside Chuncheng City because they noticed the weather was not right. In order to avoid any more trouble on the road, they wanted to temporarily settle them in the prison in Chuncheng for two days.

The Zhang family discussed with the officers and decided that they did not want to stay here and wanted to move forward. Since there is water in Chuncheng, would it be better to move forward?

If it really doesn't work, then using the village for recuperation and walking to the next city is definitely impossible.

The officer with a black face was named Yan, and naturally he didn't want to waste any more time here. In fact, they had a time limit and had to send these people to Qiong Island within half a year. If they were not sent to Qiong Island, not only would they be in trouble, but these prisoners might also be killed along the way without leaving a single one alive.

Therefore, for the sake of everyone's lives, even if they wanted to rest, they could not just rest right now when the situation was still relatively peaceful. So after two days of replenishment in Chuncheng, the Zhang family's team of prisoners started to move forward, while the team in front chose to stay and rest for two days, because they had too many people. The Zhang family's exile team had only more than 300 people, while the team in front had at least two to three thousand people. Therefore, the team in front had not finished their estimate yet, because even fetching water took time.

The officer with the dark face looked really difficult to get along with, but he was actually quite kind. During the journey, his team of more than 300 people only lost two elderly people and two children, and everyone else was alive.

The dead people could not be treated because of their physical problems, and the medicines they needed were too expensive for the officials to buy them. The main reason was that they had no money. A thousand-year-old ginseng could make them go bankrupt. They were not living Bodhisattvas who could save people from suffering, so of course they could not help these people.

Mr. Zhang had enough money, but he could not afford to buy the precious medicinal herbs. Therefore, he was unable to save those people, which led to their deaths.

In order to allow them to travel light, he filled up their water bags when they arrived in Chuncheng, and told them to drink carefully and not drink it all. They didn't have much food supplies, so he didn't give them any. He just changed from three meals a day to one meal a day, so they naturally walked much slower.

In order to give these people enough energy to walk to the next stop, they started to give the prisoners two meals a day.

The Zhang family took the money and went directly into the city to buy food and water. To be honest, there was not much food in Chuncheng, so it was very troublesome to buy it.

However, the Zhang family was generous, so they bought a lot of food and continued to use carts. There were many men in their family, so they naturally had a lot to eat. The Zhang family directly took the money to go into the city to buy food and water. To be honest, there was not much food in Chuncheng, so it was very troublesome to buy it. However, the Zhang family was generous, so they bought a lot of food and continued to use carts.