After fleeing famine, I have thousands of acres of fertile land

The people from Kaoshan Village just wanted to get into the city as soon as possible to rest, have a simple meal in the evening, and then continue to Fengcheng with torches.

They walked for an hour and finally reached the foot of the mountain, which was only three or four miles away from the city gate.

The head of the village asked everyone to stop and rest for a while, as it was so late and the city gates were closed.

The head of the village selected a few quick guys to scout the way and see what the situation was like in Fengcheng.

Ye Chenchuan was among them. When they were almost at the city gate, they extinguished the torches in their hands and walked forward quietly.

They didn't know the situation at the city gate and were afraid of being arrested as spies.

When they were almost at the city gate, they were frightened by the scene outside the city. It was densely packed with people, at least several thousand people.

"Who's over there?" an old voice came over.

"Uncle, we are refugees from famine. We have been on the road for three or four months to get here."

"It's not easy for just a few of you. Every one who survives these days is a good one."

Ye Chenchuan leaned over to inquire about Fengcheng's situation, "Master, why are there so many people here? Did the government let us in? I don't have anything to eat. How can I survive if no one is watching over me?"

"Where did you come from? How long have you been on the road?"

"We came from the north of Yang'an City. It rained a little after the New Year, so there was not much harvest in the fields. We have been on the road for several months."

"It's not close, it's more than a thousand miles away. Fengcheng is a little better. It rained several times after the New Year, but they were not heavy. The fields had some harvests. It hasn't rained for almost two months, and life is hard."

The old man coughed twice and continued, "The officials in Fengcheng don't allow people to enter the city. They only give out porridge at the city gate, twice a day. You won't starve to death, but you won't be full either. If you can still walk, walk south."

The old man wiped his tears and said, "I can't walk anymore. I'll just stay here."

Ye Chenchuan and his companions contacted a few more people, and everyone said similar things. Feng Cheng was not very optimistic either.

A few of them went back quietly and told the head of the village about the situation in Fengcheng.

The village head decided to stay for a few days to see the situation. There was basically not much food left in the village, and they couldn't buy any food, so they wouldn't be able to hold out for long.

The group of people from Kaoshan Village walked out of the city and found a flat place to stop. After walking on the mountain road for so long, the villagers all looked pale and thin, and were no different from the people outside the city.

Everyone lay on the ground to rest. After walking for a whole day and night, they could no longer walk.

Old man Ye sat next to the car, looking at things at home, and asking the old man next to him about the situation outside.

Only then did Old Man Ye realize that the drought had affected the entire north and the only way to survive was to go south. The imperial court had no extra food for disaster relief, so he had to rely on himself.

A sly-looking man came over and said, "Uncle, do you want to buy food? I can take you there."

Old Man Ye looked incredulous. If he was not allowed to enter Fengcheng, how could he buy food?

Seeing that Old Man Ye didn't believe him, the man leaned over and whispered in Old Man Ye's ear, "My brother-in-law is the one guarding the city gate. Five taels of silver per person can go in."

Old Man Ye became interested and inquired in detail.

It turned out that there was still food in Fengcheng City, but it was not enough to feed so many people outside.

If someone was brought in, they could still buy some food, but only five people at most could go in, and they had to go in secretly in the middle of the night.

Old Man Ye talked to the head of the village and consulted with several elders in the village. They decided to trust the man this time.

Several injured people in the village could not delay any longer. Pus began to form on their bodies. If they were not treated, they would lose their arms.

It just so happened that the ransom money the villagers got last time had not been divided up yet, so we gathered ten people and went in over two nights. If any family wanted to buy something, we would give them money and let them bring it back together.

The villagers began to discuss with their families about what kind of food to buy. Since there were only a few people going in, they couldn't bring out much and they didn't want to attract attention.

The medicinal materials were purchased by the villagers. They were bought to protect the injured villagers, so the village should take care of it.

Each family asked for 20 kilograms of gray flour, which could last for a month if they were frugal.

After deciding who would go to buy food, everyone started to follow others and line up to get porridge.

Everyone was divided into two groups, one group stayed beside the car to guard the things, and the other group went to get the porridge.

Ye Qing was holding his wooden bowl, looking at the empty space at the city gate, and was setting up a pot to boil water and cook porridge.

There were twelve porridge stalls in total, with more than twenty soldiers surrounding each stall. Each soldier held a spear in his hand and glared at the victims in front of him.

"There's porridge, there's porridge." The victims began to push forward excitedly.

"Don't move, stand still, and wait until the porridge is ready before moving forward. If anyone breaks the rules, you have to ask the knife in my hand if it agrees." A general with a murderous face waved his knife to warn everyone.

Only then did everyone become frightened and lined up obediently.

Ye Qing waited for two quarters of an hour before the team started to move. After waiting for another quarter of an hour, Ye Qing walked to the porridge stand, where two sturdy women were distributing porridge.

Ye Qing took a closer look and saw that it was a bowl of porridge with more water and less rice. Ye Qing took the porridge and took a sip without caring whether it was hot or not.

The aroma of rice blossomed in his mouth. It was so fragrant. It had been a long time since he had rice porridge. Ye Qing followed the example of the people next to him and ate everything before leaving.

Each person can only get one bowl of porridge. Some people will grab the porridge, but they dare not grab it only in this porridge stall.

Ye Qing was still savoring the porridge he had just eaten, feeling that it was the most delicious porridge he had ever eaten in his life.

Ye Qing ran to his team's position to replace his brothers at home. Soon the porridge was all gone and he would not be able to eat it.

Ye Qing sat beside the car, still feeling very hungry, so he secretly took out two thumb-sized pieces of rice noodles from his sleeve, soaked them in saliva and slowly swallowed them.

At night, the head of the village gave the shifty-looking man twenty-five taels of silver, and asked his eldest son to take people to the small gate next to the city gate to wait.

The village head watched a few people enter the city gate from afar, and he felt relieved.

Everyone waited anxiously for two hours, worried that they would not be able to buy food, and also worried that the city was a trap and they would not be able to get out once they entered.

It was almost dawn, and the village head called a few more people to wait near the city gate. When they heard any movement, they would quickly bring back the food.

Several people were waiting anxiously at the city gate, feeling that time was passing very slowly. When the sky began to turn pale, the city gate rang again.

The people who were waiting hurried over and saw the people who came in carrying several large bags of things. They went over to take the things, quietly walked along the corner for a while, bypassed the crowd and returned to the village.

Ye Qing couldn't sleep the whole time, worried about his father, and Boss Ye followed him.

Zhou was also awake. Her master had not returned yet, and she was worried.