"Da Lang is wandering here, but something happened?"
Zhang Er asked with a smile, very kindly.
The title of Dalang is also very formal. Obviously, he is much easier to talk to than those at the city gate.
Li Po and Zhang Er have known each other for some time, so it's not surprising.
This man had obviously read books and was considered a good believer by the monks, so he was not as sure as he was when he went to the tax collector.
Therefore, when talking to the tax collector, he always smiled and pretended to be humble.
When talking to Zhang Er, he had a grimace on his face, looking quite helpless and pitiful.
"Brother, the weather is getting colder and colder, and the days are difficult. You see, there are fewer and fewer people receiving porridge. Maybe at some point, all of us will freeze to death."
While Zhang Er was directing others to clean up, there was also a bit of unbearable look on his face.
But he was not stupid, he sighed and said: "I know it's not easy for you, but... I'm not very capable, so I can only give you a few more bowls of porridge, but I can't do anything else.
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Li Po waved his hands repeatedly and deliberately waved his terribly frozen palms in front of Zhang Er.
While saying, "I will never be able to repay the kindness of my second brother in my lifetime. How dare I make it difficult for my second brother again?"
Having said this, he got closer and closer, and lowered his voice and said: "Second brother doesn't know yet, but I have found a place in Renshi to avoid the wind and snow, and now I am short of food..."
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"Human market?"
There was an unabashed look of surprise and disgust on Zhang Er's face, and he looked at Li Po with some suspicion.
Li Po naturally knew what this kind-hearted little official was thinking, and immediately explained: "Where is the second brother thinking? If a villain has done such evil things, how can he speak in front of the second brother?"
"Some time ago, some people died in the personnel affairs, and the house was quite vacant. The villain went to ask for help... and then he had a place to stay. This morning, the old and young people in the camp could not move there.
few......"
"But with so many mouths open, even if you don't freeze to death, you will starve to death in a few days. The second brother should know that this little porridge is really not enough for the stomach and intestines... As the saying goes, save a life.
Better than building a seven-level pagoda..."
"I know that my second brother is kind-hearted, so I came to ask about it. I heard that people in the city eat cattle and sheep, and throw away a lot of the dirt. I have a humble body like a villain. If others don't eat liver and intestines, these things are naturally not worth it.
A penny is just what we need to survive, second brother, you see..."
After Zhang Er heard this, he felt relieved at first.
Dirt actually refers to water.
People at that time did not eat these things, and most of them were discarded directly. Some were fed to cats and dogs, and many were thrown out of the city to benefit the wolves and beasts in the forest.
Therefore, if this thing is really worthless, it is not a big deal to get it and give it to the homeless.
But Zhang Er has a really good conscience, so he asked one more question, "This is easy, but Dalang, do you know why people don't eat the organs of cattle and sheep?"
Li Po blinked his eyes and acted ignorant, but in fact he was already curling his lips in his heart. Doesn't it mean that it can't taste good? Moreover, compared to meat, these things look much dirtier and no one wants to eat them?
Not to mention what happened next, he just said that he ate a lot on the grassland. Aren't the old soldiers full of praise for the food? Isn't it a big deal?
Naturally, Zhang Er didn't know what Li Po was thinking, so he just explained, "If dirt enters the mouth, most people will suffer from hidden diseases. Is Dalang still willing to feed on it?"
The so-called hidden diseases naturally do not refer to those diseases that cannot be disclosed verbally, but rather the diseases that you have unknowingly and you don't know yet.
Li Po said: "Second brother, don't worry, our lives are low. Now we just want to survive this winter, so why should we care about anything else?"
Li Po left Zhi Peng, and there was no doubt that he got what he wanted.
Zhang Er also wanted to go back as soon as possible and promised to handle other people's matters seriously.
This is a common characteristic of almost all men in Mayi, regardless of whether he has read a book or not, and what his status is.
Of course, what prompted him to agree to Li Po's request was not just his charitable nature, but the chaos in the Beicheng refugee camp a few days ago.
It is said that many people were killed before the situation was settled.
There are few refugees here in Beicheng, but Zhang Er has also been careful.
Li Po was very prestigious among the refugees, so he was careful when talking to them.
Otherwise, if this person feels that there is not much chance of survival and gives you a shout-out, or breaks out of the city, or creates chaos on the spot, they may all be buried with others.
However, he would not just believe Li Po's words.
So, that evening, he went to find a butcher he knew well, ordered most of the car's organs, called his third brother, and drove the carriage to the market.
After some questioning, I felt relieved.
As a result, he felt much better. The next day, he made some condiments and gave them to Li Po.
What he was holding was actually the best wishes for you, me, and everyone, but it made Li Poshao spend a lot of time thinking.
In fact, even if he didn't give it away, Li Po had already thought about it. It wouldn't be a big deal to let the refugees come to ask for some. He could see that there were many evil people in Mayi, but the people's customs were relatively simple and there was not so much intrigue.
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That night, the two Zhang brothers were sent away with great gratitude, and the whole place in the big house became quiet.
There's nothing I can do, I can't afford to light the lamp.
Although there was still a lot to do, Li Po had to hide in the big wooden barrel in the house and clean himself first.
This was the first time Li Po took a bath after going south. Only Li Po understood the feeling.
After changing the water three times, the two people who brought him water were so tired that they stuck out their tongues and murmured inwardly. They didn't expect Mr. Li to be so clean.
There was no need for Li Po to clean the clothes himself, someone else would naturally take over.
The moon was high in the sky, and Li Po, who was still soaking in the water, was drowsy.
However, random thoughts came to him involuntarily.
Some people have a place to live, have a source of food, maybe make some money, and have people to help them, ah, this little life will immediately be different...
A poor boy suddenly became rich, which made Li Po giggle twice.
However, it is still far from the stable life he imagined.
The first one is household registration. Thinking of this, Li Po lost his mood.
According to his understanding, the Sui Dynasty's household registration level was three, six or nine, which was really hard to compliment. The most disgusting thing was that it was not difficult to reduce the household registration, but it was really not easy for him to get the household registration.
Until now, he has no idea. After this winter, the government will register the refugees, so he might as well save his time. Maybe after registering here, he will be made a civilian husband immediately.
Thinking erratically, Li Po started to take a nap, and then... something shocking happened.