Chapter 148 Refugees in Pingyang Prefecture Lu Yin
Not all the soldiers in the guard station are good, just the one hidden in the inner room of Luo Baihu is good.
The bridge of the nose is high, the eyes are deep, and the eyebrows are thick and dark.
Because of his youth, the "handsome little soldier" may not look burly in figure, but his movements are full of masculinity.
Tsk tsk tsk!
It's a pity, it's a pity, I don't know if it is permanently stationed on the wall, so I have never seen it again these days.
Song Zhenping was a little confused at this time. He thought that if he asked his sister not to get married in a hurry, her sister would be angry and have a big quarrel with him.
I was thinking about a lot of things to say, but Yun Er Qingpiao didn't even want to get married and it ended!
Although the old horse walked slowly, it was full of endurance. Along the way, the three brothers and sisters stopped and walked, eating and drinking. At dusk, they finally arrived outside the city of Pingyang Prefecture.
It deserves to be a Fucheng.
Although there is no moat outside the city, the city wall is tall, solid and heavily guarded, with patrolling soldiers showing up on it from time to time.
There are no charges at the city gate like in Qili County, but personal belongings and road signs must be checked.
There was a separate room built outside the city gate, in which two scribes were sitting at work.
Song Zhenping gave the city defense army the road guide issued by Broken Gold Guards with a medical certificate written on it.
Then he showed them the only basket in the carriage, which contained water and food.
There is nothing else!
A clerk from the room came out and looked at Song Zhenping and the carriage.
He said in a thick Pingyang accent: "Are you a military household from Ruijin Town?"
Song Zhenping bowed his head and saluted: "We are military households that just entered last year. This time we came to the city to seek medical treatment for our little brother."
The scribe nodded and compared the few descriptions on the road with the people in the car.
There was a child in the car who looked to be six or seven years old, and a girl who was looking after him.
This is the ten-year-old boy written on the road guide.
The three brothers and sister were wearing cotton jackets. Although they were traveling in a dusty environment, they were still well-dressed.
The scribe secretly thought: Ruijin Town is a place where the living dead live, but there are still people living a good life.
Turning around, he thought of the word "junhu" again and felt relieved.
Some time ago, I heard that some Dilu people tried to break into Suijin Town, but they were all massacred, and their heads were given to the Zhenbei Army in vain. I am sure the military households also benefited from it.
He looked at the three of them again and again with strange eyes, until Song Zhenping sweated on his forehead. Then he handed the road guide back and said: "Pass!"
There were roads leading from the guard station, and Song Liyun and three others were let into the city.
A group of people following them were stopped: "No one is allowed to enter the city without a road guide!"
Sitting in the carriage, Song Liyun looked back and saw those people wrapped in quilts, their faces covered with dust, and their bodies in a state of embarrassment, just standing outside the city.
These are the refugees.
Without an official road guide, there is no way to stay or enter the city. Even if you have money, you can only sleep in the wild and become prey for robbers and wild beasts.
If he had not obtained the place to leave the village from Song Lizheng and then changed his household registration book into a military household, he would probably have become refugees with his two brothers.
Even if you become a refugee yourself, you will still be able to survive without worrying about food and drink.
There will definitely not be an opportunity like today where people can swagger into the city to seek medical advice and go shopping.
Song Zhenping's face didn't look good either. He had just seen many refugees gathering in the woods outside the city who could not enter the city.
Although spring has arrived now, it is still far from warm. We still need to wear thick clothes, and it is even more chilly at night.
But the refugees could only pull a piece of cloth between the trees to block the cold wind and spend the night like this.
Eating is even simpler. People are begging for food on the roadside, or setting up cooking stoves in the open air.
He originally gave some cakes to these refugees, but Song Liyun stopped him.
Now entering the city, Song Zhenping asked: "Yun'er, why didn't you let me feed you just now? They look very hungry."
Song Liyun whispered: "Didn't you see the city defense troops chasing people away?
They don't allow refugees to stay outside the city. If you deliver food in person, I'm afraid you won't even be allowed to enter the city.
If we feel sorry for those people, we can buy more cereals and woofou when we leave the city."
Only then did Song Zhenping realize that the city defense troops had a very bad attitude towards these refugees. They were attacking them with sticks as soon as they approached the city gate.
If you deliver food in person, you may really annoy the soldiers.
It was almost dark at this time, and there were only a few people coming and going in the city, and everyone was in a hurry.
Thinking of the various rules that Manager Wanda had said, Song Liyun did not dare to delay and hurriedly found a quiet-looking inn to stay before it got dark.
Pingyang Fucheng is different from Qili County.
You can enter Qili County with money, but the city is also scattered.
And there are not only road signs to watch here, but also a curfew.
One hour after dark, people will be prohibited from wandering around in the streets.
When they found the inn, Song Zhenping had never stayed outside before. When he heard the quoted room rate, he clicked his tongue and his face began to twist.
Isn't it just a casual night's sleep?
In the past, in Xiaoshi Village, he and Xiao An could no longer burn the kang until February.
The winter night was long and the bedding was thin, so the two brothers could only hug each other to keep each other warm.
The refugees outside still live in the open air.
Now that I already have a house to live in, I don't need to spend so much money.
A upper room costs 200 cash per night, while a Datong store only costs 20 cash.
According to his wishes, Song Liyun could live alone in the upper room, while he and Xiaoan could live in the common room.
When Song Liyun was at the end of the world, he was keen on saving supplies and did not like saving money.
If you eat one meal, you may not be able to eat the next one. Saving money is the stupidest thing.
I didn't want to be wronged at this point, so I just said: "Aren't you tired from riding in the carriage for a day? I'm going to see the doctor tomorrow. If the doctor finds out that you have cold and backache, the extra money you spent is not the two hundred coins.
Got it!"
Song Zhenping: "...Okay!"
Two upper rooms cost four hundred cents.
The inn has a special stable and there is no food. Song Liyun and other waiters brought hot water and asked them to help order another table of wine and food.
It is rare for an inn to have such a generous guest, who is attentive and courteous in bringing soup and water. Even when the three brothers and sisters are eating, the waiter is waiting aside.
Song Liyun didn't let the waiter wait in vain. He threw out a handful of copper coins and asked him some questions about Pingyang Mansion.
The first is the refugees outside the city.
Whenever the waiter mentioned the refugees, his face was full of disgust, and his words were equally full of malice.
"Those lazy people who are afraid of death and only know how to ask for money deserve to starve to death!"
Pingyang Mansion is farther from the border than Suijin Town, so people here have little chance to see the Dilu people.
In the hearts of people here, although the Dilu people are hated and feared, they always feel like an external scourge that only comes and goes after a few days.
Refugees are different.
These refugees are all farmers from the surrounding cities. They look pitiful on the surface, but if given the opportunity, they will turn into bandits and rob and steal.
It started gathering and moving around in early winter last year, and it has been noisy for three or four months now.
Seeing that it is time for spring plowing, these people are unwilling to return to their places of origin, and there are more and more of them.
"Where do these refugees come from?"
Song Zhenping's heart trembled when he thought that his family was almost a refugee.