The whole family travels through the book, the plot is broken but the characters are not

Seeing Zheng Qian staring at Han Qingyun, Lu Fugui introduced him to him.

"My brother-in-law, Han Qingyun."

Zheng Qian was even more surprised this time.

He knew that the Lu family in Fengxi Town had found a son-in-law who was a scholar, and he was a 15-year-old scholar who ranked first. He was the youngest scholar in the history of Wuping County.

But no one told him that Han Qingyun was so good-looking.

Zheng Qian was just about to continue his polite conversation when he saw someone who looked familiar.

He couldn't believe his eyes. Hadn't Yan Dongjia and his family left long ago?

Logically, he should have entered the city long ago. That dirty-looking guy...

It's probably just that people are similar.

"That's Yan Hui, the Yan family boss, and his son Yan Shi'an."

Lu Fugui had sharp eyes. He saw Zheng Qian's confusion and said to him.

At this time, Yan Hui and Yan Shian also came over.

"Manager Zheng, how are you?" Yan Hui greeted him first.

"Boss Yan, it really is you."

Zheng Qian opened several grocery stores in Fengping Town, and the main source of goods was Yan's Trading Company.

Zheng Qian is just a relatively small client of the Yan family.

But Yan Hui was a smooth person and he remembered everyone who had dealings with the Yan family business.

Yan Hui looked at Zheng Qian's surprised eyes, then looked at his own dirty clothes and smiled bitterly.

"I'm sorry to have embarrassed you, Manager Zheng."

"No no."

Several people talked about their experiences in general, and everyone was moved after listening to them.

Zheng Qian told Lu Fugui and others that except for the first group of people who came to Luocheng and entered the city, those who came later needed to register and wait at the city gate.

When enough people were gathered, they were led by soldiers to other prefectures for resettlement.

However, there is a porridge distribution point at the city gate, and the people who have been determined to be resettled can also receive ten kilograms of coarse grains per person based on their household registration.

Han Qingyun and others felt a chill in their hearts when they heard this.

They were already exhausted by the time they got here, so how could they have the energy to rush to other cities?

"I see some people have entered the city. Does Manager Zheng know who can enter the city?"

"Those? They're different. I heard from the city guards that they must be guaranteed by someone of the fifth rank or above in Luo City before they can enter the city."

"Fifth-rank official? Can't you just go and visit your relatives?"

Yan Hui was a little anxious. His brother had some family background here, but no one in their Yan family had ever been an official in eight generations.

"No, many people have already made trouble in the past few days, but in the end they all obeyed the orders and went to other prefectures. Otherwise, we would just sit here and die, and no one would care about us."

Before Han Qingyun and others could ask more questions, they heard someone calling "Zheng Qian".

Looking up, I saw a soldier holding a few pages of paper calling for people to assemble.

Zheng Qian clasped his fists and said to the others, "I have to go now. I've been relocated to Chang'an Prefecture, but I'm not sure which county it will be in yet. Master Yan, Master Lu, and Scholar Han, I'll see you later."

"See you later."

Several people watched Zheng Qian leave and walked towards the villagers, ready to tell everyone the news about Zheng Qian.

Yan Hui walked towards the city gate.

There are so many people at the city gate that the officials in charge of registration have been extremely busy these days.

If it weren't for the unanimous words of these refugees, they would never have believed that King Lin would commit a massacre.

Prince Lin is the talented young man who grew up in Luocheng and the god of war who fought for his country for many years.

Not only them, but also the entire citizens of Luocheng and even the people of Dayu Kingdom, all knew that the eldest prince Li Zhaoying was a man of both military and literary talents, and was the son that the late emperor had the highest hopes for.

When he was studying at the Imperial College, the Grand Tutor praised him for having the talent of Jian'an.

He learned martial arts at the royal training ground, and the commander of the Royal Guards said he was a martial arts genius.

He went to the battlefield for the first time when he was thirteen years old, suppressing the bandits in the south.

The commander-in-chief, General Chang Lao, submitted a memorial with tears in his eyes, saying that the eldest prince was even better than Emperor Yongle in both civil and military skills.

In the next three years, the eldest prince would rush to the battlefield with the generals from all over the country. As long as he participated in the war, the war would be a great victory.

At the age of sixteen, the eldest prince was granted the title of King Lin and the fiefdom of Jiyang.

As soon as he arrived in Jiyang, a refreshing rain fell from the sky after months of drought.

When the news reached the capital, Emperor Huiren was so happy that he kept saying, "God bless my son."

King Lin worked hard to govern Jiyang, and in just five years, he was able to transform the impoverished and weak Jiyang into a new look.

Not only did Ji Yang no longer need to beg for relief food from the imperial court every year, but it could also provide border soldiers with excellent war horses and fresh meat.

King Lin was not only good at managing his fiefdom internally, but was also brave and good at fighting externally.

He worked closely with General Li Hongliang, the border commander of Jiyang, to force the repeatedly invading Northern Rong, Yan State and Qiang people to abandon their weapons.

When Prince Lin was twenty years old, General Li Hongliang's old illness relapsed and he unfortunately passed away.

Prince Lin took over Li Hongliang's position as the border commander and defeated the enemy countries so that they dared not even take a single step beyond the line.

Three years ago, a plague broke out among the Qiang people, and most of their cattle and sheep died.

The Qiang people, who were forced into a jealous state, knew that they would lose the battle against the God of War Li Zhaoying, but they still resolutely launched a war.

Afterwards, they were defeated miserably by King Lin, and even all the people in the Qiang royal court were captured by King Lin.

Unfortunately, in that battle, King Lin was ambushed by the enemy and seriously injured.

Upon hearing the news that Prince Lin was seriously injured, Emperor Huiren vomited blood during the morning court session and fell seriously ill.

Emperor Huiren was bedridden for several months, but before his death, contrary to everyone's expectations, he passed the throne to Prince An, who was recuperating in Beijing, instead of Prince Lin, the favored son of heaven who could pacify the world with his pen and decide the fate of the world with his military skill.

Not only were the court officials full of suspicion, but the common people also suspected that there was something fishy going on. There was even an incident where Prince Lin's supporters besieged Prince An's mansion to demand an explanation.

Prince Lin is not only the best successor in the eyes of court officials, but also the brightest young genius in the hearts of the people of Luocheng.

The eldest prince, who was in his teens, was a handsome young man with extraordinary talent.

He once wrote articles that impressed everyone in Wenyuan Building, where talented people gathered.

He once defeated ten top masters in a row in the largest martial arts hall in Beijing.

He once rescued an elderly person from under a collapsed house.

I once took away a weak child under the galloping horses.

He once saved a guard who was being torn apart by a tiger in the enclosure.

He once organized officials and wealthy businessmen to rebuild homes for disaster victims...

Which young man in the capital would not be proud to associate with him, and which young girl would not be moved by him?

On the battlefield, he is the dreaded Death King, but in the hearts of the people of Luocheng, he is the young man with a bright smile.

Even though he moved to Jiyang, every winter when he returned to Luocheng, many people who had benefited from his kindness would line the streets to welcome him...

Listening to the man at the desk chattering about how cruel King Lin's army was, the clerk Wang Shen felt his blood boiling, but he could only hold it in.

In the past few days, many soldiers guarding the city and officials in charge of the administration have quarreled and even fought with each other because of King Lin and the refugees.

Wang Shen never told anyone that he had met King Lin.

Wang Shen's father, Wang Ping, was once the chef of Manyu Tower in Luocheng.

Twenty years ago, Shen Zhiyi, the daughter of Minister Shen of the Ministry of Works, was known as the wedding king.

Because Prince Qing liked the food at Manyue Tower, Minister Shen bought the Manyue Tower and gave it to his daughter as a dowry.

Manyu Tower became the private property of the royal princess, so the royal family naturally had to be extremely cautious when employing people.

The people in the restaurant either signed a contract to sell themselves or received compensation and left.

Although Wang Ping was reluctant to give up the high salary at Manyulou, his ancestors were all good people, so he naturally refused to sign a contract to sell himself, so he took the compensation and left.

But who would have thought that two months later, the owner of Manyulou found Wang Ping and asked him to return to Manyulou.

Wang Ping is an excellent cook. For the same dish, with the same ingredients and the same cooking method, others always cook it worse than him.

Especially the signature dishes of Manyulou, no other chef can make them taste exactly the same.

This time, Prince Qing was in Manyu Tower and was not satisfied with even the few dishes he tasted.

He complained a few words without giving his future princess any face.

After hearing about it, Miss Shen found out the reason and asked the shopkeeper to invite Wang Ping back.

Not only do I not have to sign a contract to sell myself, but my monthly salary has also increased.

Wang Ping was very happy and worked diligently as a chef at Manyulou for another five years...