I was fucked by Zheng Ge as soon as I crossed over

"I heard that the charity school gives priority to orphans without parents. Why can't our Qiangzi go in?"

The old woman said, touching the head of her middle grandson, "Qiangzi has been smart since he was young. He must be a good student."

When Qiangzi, who was six or seven years old, heard this, he opened his eyes wide and looked at his grandparents.

The old man beside him saw his grandson's eager eyes, smacked his lips, and said hesitantly, "This snowstorm was so severe that it destroyed many houses. I heard that the court will help build a few shelters for us to stay."

Under the quilt, he patted his grandson's arm soothingly and continued, "Since they're building a house, maybe they'll also build a shrine to the emperor here. That way, we'll have another charity school here. With more places available, our Qiangzi might really get in."

"Really?" The old woman couldn't help but ask excitedly, then she realized her voice was too loud and closed her mouth again.

The old man nodded slightly and looked into his grandson's eyes. "If you go in, Qiangzi must study hard."

"Yes! Don't worry, Grandpa. I am willing to learn to read." Qiangzi nodded vigorously and held his grandparents tightly with both hands.

"Dang Dang Dang——"

The gong sounded, and the porridge distributor arrived.

The old man hurriedly took out the three people's wooden bowls, crawled out from under the quilt, and walked to the door to queue up for porridge.

"Room 21, B, 19 people. Don't mess around, line up. We have everyone."

The miser held a notebook in his hand, carefully counting the number of people in the room and making a note of it from time to time.

The porridge is not thick, it is made of mixed grains, and if you look closely you can see some sand.

However, the victims were not picky at all and were very satisfied with the food.

Those who received the porridge would bow and shout, "Thank you, the court, thank you, Your Majesty."

The people have suffered for too long. Now they have a kind emperor who cares about their lives and gives them quilts and porridge. They are so grateful that how could they despise coarse grains?

For these poor peasants, all these were free.

As for fighting for it, no one dared to do so.

Qin laws were strict. The number of bowls of porridge per person was recorded. Anyone who dared to steal someone else's would be taken out to clear snow and roads that day, regardless of life or death, and without any wages.

There were also strong men among the victims who took the initiative to clear the roads, earning five coins a day and two extra bowls of hot porridge. Many people wanted to do the job but were stopped because of their weak bodies.

When the old man thought of this, his eyes dimmed a little. He was also the one who wanted to go but couldn't.

Sigh... I'm old...

"Qiangzi, these are for you. Grandma is too old to eat so much."

The old woman quickly drank a few mouthfuls of hot porridge and was about to pour the porridge in the bowl to her grandson.

Qiangzi quickly turned his back and covered his wooden bowl with his hands, "Grandpa and grandma, you guys eat yourselves, I'm full after just one bowl."

The old couple looked at each other, smiled and shook their heads, "Okay, okay, grandpa and grandma can eat by themselves, come back."

Qiangzi didn't listen and just turned his back and drank the porridge in his bowl.

It didn't take long before Qiangzi finished a bowl of porridge. He took the empty bowl and walked to the stove to queue for hot water.

There is no need to wash the dishes. Just pour a bowl of hot water over the bottom of the dishes and you will feel fuller.

Seeing this, the old couple didn't delay any longer and lowered their heads to drink their porridge carefully. During this time, the old woman wanted to share some of the food with the old man, but the old man dodged to the side and said, "Why, am I not as good as our eldest grandson? You eat quickly, this is enough for me."

"The hot water is gone. Two men, come outside and carry the snow together."

In the straw hut, a lame man raised his voice and shouted at the crowd.

The fire was burning brightly, but it was a waste to keep it burning. Everyone had gotten used to putting a kettle on top to boil water. Anyone who was thirsty could pour it for themselves, but once they drank it all, they had to take turns going out to fetch snow.

These were all cooked, and no one refused. Whoever's turn it was just wrapped in a felt blanket and went out.

This kind of felt was not often available. Each household was given one. Some wealthy hunters would occasionally lend the felt to others for collecting snow.

The felt is thick and is basically made from the tanned fur of several animals. Some of them have a few holes.

In the rainforest thousands of miles away, Yang Zhishang held the felt in his hand and looked at the child in front of him with some embarrassment.

"Luzai, your felt only has three pieces of rabbit hair. I can only give you half a bamboo stick of white salt in exchange."

Lu Zai laughed innocently, feeling a little embarrassed. "Uncle Yang, I know. Just cut half of the bamboo into pieces."

The man behind him reached out and rubbed Luzai's head fiercely, then pushed him aside and said, "Go away, don't cheat your Uncle Yang."

"Hey, take the white salt."

Yang Zhishang quickly grabbed the deer and stuffed the salt in his hand into the other's hand, muttering, "A Jiang, why are you fussing over a kid? Take it home quickly."

Ah Jiang shook his head helplessly, "Brother Yang, you are too kind. That felt can't even cover a doll."

As he spoke, he bent down and put down the backpack behind him, and took out strips of animal skins from it. "Brother Yang, look, these are all new ones I recently got. I didn't take any bad ones. I kept the damaged ones for my own use."

Upon hearing this, Yang Zhishang immediately stepped forward to help carry the furs, his mouth wide open, smiling brightly, "I don't even need to look at Ajiang's goods, I'll give you a full load this time too."

Ah Jiang felt so relieved when he heard this that he couldn't help but open up the topic, "Brother Yang, has the snowstorm in Qindi gotten better?"

"It's getting better. I heard the victims have been resettled, but they're still short of clothes and bedding. Otherwise, I wouldn't be in such a hurry to collect furs."

As they were talking, the two of them worked together to move the animal skins into the big bag behind Yang Zhishang and tied them up carefully.

Ah Jiang stood up, stretched his waist, and looked at Yang Zhishang with some envy. "Brother Yang, your King of Qin is quite kind. He even found ways to collect food and clothes for the people when they suffered a disaster. I heard that the tribes in the east have all surrendered to Qin?"

Yang Zhishang smiled, still scooping salt from his hands. "I heard the fighting in the east has stopped. According to His Majesty's temperament, he should exempt us from taxes for three years and help the locals open up wasteland and build roads."

Ah Jiang was filled with envy when he heard this. "It would be great if we could all get together and have a shop so we could exchange whatever we want anytime."

Yang Zhishang was at a loss for words, so he pushed the goods aside and showed them to Ajiang.

"Here, your white salt and cloth, and I've put an extra bag of oil fruit in it for you. Take it back for Grandpa to eat."

"Oh, thank you, Brother Yang." Ah Jiang didn't even count. He put the things into the backpack and said goodbye before leaving. "Brother Yang, wait. I'll go get someone."

"Okay, slow down on the road."

After a busy afternoon, Yang Zhishang finally had time to rest.

The servants behind him also quickly finished their work and sat down to rest.

"Master, are we still going south?" The man in the gray robe adjusted his belt with a heroic gesture, squeezed next to Yang Zhishang, and asked in a low voice.

"Send this batch of furs back first, then take the new goods and go south."

Yang Zhishang quietly pushed the dagger at the man's waist inward, looked around, and whispered a warning, "Walls have ears, Captain Chen, it's better to be careful."

The man touched his nose guiltily and said, "I've gotten used to it in the army. I'll change it right away."