Crossing the book to escape famine, poor little guy does not become cannon fodder reference group

Song Dahe slapped his thigh, "Exactly! Why didn't I think of that? Let's raise the price of corn to 200 wen per jin!"

Qian Jinfeng: ...

She raised her hand and poked Song Dahe's head, "Please use your brain, okay? Jiangnan is not like Qingzhou, where corn sells for 200 coins a pound. Why don't you see if anyone buys it?"

Song Dahe covered his head and dodged left and right, "What's the big deal? I'll take people back to Qingzhou and sell them!"

Qian Jinfeng: ...

Tired, destroy it.

"Okay, okay, if you're willing to endure this, then go ahead." She swung the sword, "Hurry up and practice! Otherwise, you'll hold our daughter back in the future!"

Song Dahe uttered an "Ah" and picked up his sword from the weapon rack in the corner. "Feng'er, we must stop today. We are husband and wife."

Qian Jinfeng hummed twice and said, "Hurry up."

……

……

Song Pan'er heard the screams of her husband, Old Song, again.

She lazily turned over on the sofa and took out the melodramatic novel about a domineering CEO that she had been reading halfway.

Now that County Magistrate Zhou has been appointed, isn’t it time for Xiao He to take over?

……

……

Zhou Xin put on his new official uniform, and Madam Zhou nodded, "Oh, this prefect's official robe is so much better looking!"

Zhou Xin straightened his sleeves and said, "His Majesty has ordered me to go to the capital immediately to take up my post. Do you want to go with me now, or go with He An and the others later?"

Mrs. Zhou didn't answer this question, but talked about something else. "After you are promoted to prefect, what will happen to Linjiang County? Who will be the new county magistrate?"

Zhou Xin was silent for a moment, then whispered, "I have recommended He Chi to the higher authorities to be the magistrate of Linjiang County."

Mrs. Zhou was stunned for a moment, then she thought again and felt that it was as it should be.

He Chi is a capable and resourceful kid, not to mention that he has the huge Song Family Castle behind him.

Zhou Xin thought more, and instead of letting Song Jiabao bring up the matter, it would be better for him to take the initiative to sell it himself.

……

……

The ragged refugees supported each other and moved forward. Some of them couldn't help crying out loud. Before long, bursts of crying could be heard from the entire refugee community.

Song Dajiang and Qin supported each other, while Song Changshou carried the luggage of their family of three - a bag of Guanyin soil.

"Didn't that gentleman say that we could reach Linjiang County in just three to five days?"

"Where is the shadow of the county town now?"

A complaining voice came from the side. It was Song An, the younger brother of the village chief Song Liang.

Song Liang scolded in a low voice, "Shut up, isn't it chaotic enough?"

Now, only a dozen or so families are left in Qingshan Village. If Song Changshou and a few other young men had not stood up on the road, the entire Qingshan Village would probably have been wiped out.

Especially at times like this, we must be more careful in what we say and do.

Song An curled his lips and didn't say anything more. He still relied on Song Liang's family for support.

After walking for a whole morning, the county town finally revealed its true appearance in the afternoon.

Everyone wiped the sweat from their faces and walked over with quickened pace.

The person guarding the city is still Zhou Yong. He has to wait until Lin Yuanxiu returns from the capital before he can hand over his position as Qianzong and go to the provincial capital to join Zhou Xin, who has been promoted to prefect.

Seeing such a large group of refugees and looking at the direction they came from, Zhou Yong could understand that these people must have gone to Yong'an County first, but they were not accepted there and were led here.

He immediately sent someone to the county government office to inform He Chi.

He Chi was playing chess with Song Pan'er. When he heard that refugees were coming, Song Pan'er followed him to the city gate.

There were a total of four or five hundred refugees, all from different places.

Song Pan'er recognized the people from Qingshan Village. The main dozen or so households were standing in the front, and she saw them at a glance.