"The surname is Feng, the given name is Chuan, and the courtesy name is Bo Mao."
"Where is your family name?"
"Bingzhou Shangdang Huguan."
Feng Chuan looked nervously at Shu Cao, who was immersed in writing.
Fortunately, the secretary didn't ask why he was sent here.
Although the other party should have known about it or expected it.
But Feng Chuan didn't want to say that he was an outcast in front of so many people.
For Feng Chuan, this was almost an insult.
"Do you have any skills?"
Feng Chuan was stunned for a moment: "Craftsmanship?"
"No skills?"
Shu Cao raised his head and looked at Feng Chuan with a serious face and no sarcasm in his eyes. It looked like he was asking a very ordinary question.
But Feng Chuan still felt a rush of blood rushing to his forehead.
Although this journey has been full of hardships, you don’t look like a craftsman, right?
"I don't know how to craft!"
Feng Chuan, who still couldn't let go of his figure, spoke louder in order to deny that he was a craftsman, and even he was shocked.
Knowing that he was reckless, he read the book with some worry.
Shu Cao's expression remained unchanged, but there was something strange in his eyes:
"You don't know any crafts? You don't know anything?"
Feng Chuan blushed.
"Can you read?"
Feng Chuan was granted amnesty and hurriedly replied:
"Yes, yes, this will."
"What books have you read?"
This time, Feng Chuan's face became hot again and he felt a little ashamed:
"I only have a rough grasp of writing and calligraphy, and I specialize in studying "Spring and Autumn" and "The Analects of Confucius," but I am not yet proficient in it."
This time, it was Shu Cao's turn to twitch his face:
Enter his mother's!
You have already studied professionally, and yet you still claim that you are proficient in writing?
You, the children of aristocratic families, are really...unworldly!
But when you get here, I'm afraid you have to find fireworks to eat by yourself!
"Where are the relatives in the family register? We asked them to come over and register."
Feng Chuan breathed a sigh of relief, turned around quickly, and called his mother and two sisters.
In fact, he also has a wife and a son, but the son is too young, not yet three years old.
So his wife and son stayed in Tongyi.
The emperor of the Han Dynasty issued a special edict: children under five years old and elderly people over fifty can temporarily stay in Tongyi when they move to the border areas.
Regardless of whether you are young or old, there can be one more person around you to take care of your daily needs.
It has to be said that this generation of Emperor Liu was indeed merciful - otherwise, according to law, these people would be driven on the road, and I don't know how many people would be thrown on the roadside.
After the clerk finished registering, he handed over another piece of paper:
"Take it, don't throw it away. This is the proof of exchange for your family's rations."
After finishing the instructions, he pointed in another direction, "Did you see that sign? Follow it, take this certificate, and exchange for your rations and blankets."
When Feng Chuan heard this, although he was a little disbelieving, he still subconsciously held on to the certificate for fear of being blown away by the wind.
Everything in the family, including property, land, and servants, has been expropriated.
Apart from the clothes I carry with me, I only have a few personal belongings left.
I was originally worried that I would starve to death when I got here.
Unexpectedly, the government actually distributed food rations.
It was really unexpected.
Although the rations are not much, they are enough for a person's hair, a bag of millet, and a bag of gray rice flour.
Basically, it is enough to feed Feng Chuan's family for a month.
Each person was also given a blanket.
The blanket was of poor quality and had a pungent smell. You could tell it was made of scraps.
If it were in the past, Feng Chuan's family probably wouldn't even take a look.
But now, they are hugging the blanket tightly and not letting go, as if they are holding precious silk.
Although there was a place to rest at night along the way, they spent many nights wishing that it would be great if there was something they could wrap themselves in while sleeping.
We have food and clothing, and even a place to live.
Feng Chuan's family was allocated two domes.
There is also a small coal stove in each dome - of course, it can also burn cattle and sheep dung.
There is also a clay pot for cooking and eating, and a wooden spoon is placed in the clay pot.
"These things are all lent to you by the government in advance, and they will be converted into money and grain to be returned later."
Cao Cao, who led them here, briefly introduced the situation here, told them the precautions, and finally left with these instructions.
Seeing the living conditions that were worse than those of the slaves in the clan before, Feng Chuan felt not disgusted nor angry, but actually felt a hint of joy:
"Finally I have a place to live."
After being convicted, he moved from Shangdang to Tongyi, and then from Tongyi to Jiuyuan.
During this journey, we had to eat and sleep in the open air, and we were always on tenterhooks.
Who would have thought that when we got here, we would still have food and shelter? It was much better than imagined.
"I don't know how long it will take to return these things."
Feng's mother was a woman in her forties, holding a blanket in her arms with a worried look on her face.
How can there be any free benefit in this world?
Not to mention that they are exiles.
The more you give, the harder you will be punished in the future.
Feng Chuan was open-minded, but he shook his head:
"Mom, what's the use of thinking about this now?"
After a pause, he said again:
"Based on our current situation, it is not an exaggeration to say that we are eating fish and meat. Even if they openly rob us, we are unable to resist."
"Why go to all this trouble and borrow food and accommodation? What are you trying to do?"
Moreover, in their current situation, they basically have nothing. What is there that is worthy of the other party making such a big calculation?
Wouldn't it be better to grab it directly?
After hearing what her son said, Feng's mother naturally reacted. Is this true?
"Let's rest first. I haven't had a good rest during this whole trip."
Anyway, we have reached this point and there is no point in thinking about it any more.
Not to mention that the current situation is much better than imagined.
The youngest sister looked at the small coal stove and clay pot and asked hesitantly:
"Brother, should we cook some more millet?"
Although when we first arrived, the government gave everyone a large bowl of hot rice porridge and a large steamed bun made of Yutou powder.
It's not right to say I'm hungry, but I always want to eat one more bite.
Feng Chuan's eyes also fell on the small coal stove, and he subconsciously touched his belly.
Finally he shook his head:
"No, don't overeat if you're hungry for a long time, otherwise it's easy to accumulate food, cause abdominal distension and rupture of the intestines."
Although he was not a direct descendant of the Feng family, Feng Chuan's family still had some land.
In troubled times, there simply aren’t too many refugees.
Where did the big family's tenants and land slaves come from?
Isn't it just that in the years of disaster and famine, you kindly took in those poor people who were homeless and had no food to eat?
These days, if the weather goes smoothly, the government is in harmony and people are harmonious, and there are no more refugees, that would be a strange thing.
Therefore, Feng Chuan has seen more than once that those refugees who are extremely hungry cannot control their mouths when they see food.
The people in the village tried their best to hold him back, but in the end they struggled to death.
Moreover, Shi Cao here has warned him more than once that no matter how hungry he is, he should not eat too much at once, otherwise problems may easily arise.
This journey along the way has been bitter and tiring, but it's not like being hungry or even so hungry that you can't control yourself when you see food.
At best, he didn't eat well.
So it is far from the point where I would rather burst my belly and continue eating.
Not to mention these millet rice noodles and Yutou powder, if it were replaced by Feng's...
Feng Chuan cut off his thoughts promptly.
His master is no longer alive, and Feng Chuan knows that he is now the mainstay of the family.
He has to take responsibility for some things.
Instead of always thinking about the past, it is better to think more about what will happen in the future.
Feng Chuan, who was extremely exhausted physically and mentally, immediately wrapped a blanket around himself after entering Qionglu, and soon started to roar loudly.
The next day, he was awakened by the sounds of voices outside the dome hut and the smoke that kept coming in.
"Did you get lost?"
Feng Chuan quickly got up and rushed out without hesitation.
At first glance, it turned out that the mother was squatting in front of the small coal stove with her little sister, fussing with something, causing thick smoke to billow.
"Mom, what are you doing?"
The little girl who was sticking her butt out and blowing air into the small coal stove heard the sound and quickly turned her head:
"Hey, brother, are you up?"
"Well," Feng Chuan responded and walked closer, "What are you doing?"
"Making breakfast!"
The little girl had a few small black marks on her face, and the clothes on her body were dirty, and even torn in several places, and she hadn't had a chance to repair them yet.
At first glance, she looks no different from a country girl.
Although the Feng Chuan family was not a descendant of the Feng family, when they were in Shangdang, even though their status in the clan was not high, they had no worries about food and clothing.
The little girl who has always been pampered, when has she ever suffered like this?
Seeing his little sister like this, Feng Chuan felt heartbroken.
"Sanniang woke up hungry in the middle of the night. She just endured it until dawn. No, as soon as it dawned, I wanted to get up and make some breakfast."
Feng's mother's tone was gentle, and she looked at the son and daughter with somewhat complicated eyes.
When Feng Wei heard this, he felt even more sad.
In the past, when the Feng family was in high glory, this kind of scumbag was not even available on the market, but today, my little sister is even greedy for it.
"Where's the second mother?"
"She went over there to fetch water."
Feng Chuan's expression changed:
"Mom, we are not familiar with this place, how can we let her go there alone?"
"It's not far, don't worry."
Mother Feng shook her head and pointed in a direction, "You can see it from here, and there are soldiers patrolling over there."
"Yes, yes, they have many dogs!"
Feng Sanniang interjected unwillingly and sighed, "There are so many dogs here!"
Although the Wei State has always called Ji Han a "Shu captive" and a "Western thief", it is undeniable that Ji Han's military discipline is the best among the Three Kingdoms.
During Liu Bei's time, cities were not massacred, and the people supported the old and brought the young to follow.
In the prime minister's era, the army was governed with clarity and trust in rewards and punishments.
Coupled with the slogan of reviving the Han Dynasty and returning the old capital, it is naturally even less likely to allow the people below to rob the people.
When Feng took charge of the army, the country became stronger and stronger, and the Han Dynasty was expected to prosper.
There is no need to use methods like washing the city to boost morale.
Not only will it ruin the reputation, but it will also ruin the justice of Master Wang.
Military pay?
There are many!
Military merit can even be conferred with farmland.
Not to mention that Feng expressed his position more than once, Ge Gui and Feng Sui.
Governing the country according to law is a national policy.
Even if the Shangdang tycoon has connections with thieves and capitalists, and is involved in many things, and the scope of the attack is a bit wider, there is still evidence.
Because behind Ji Han’s rule of law, there is another sentence, rule of law strictly.
Those who are loyal and beneficial will be rewarded even if they are enemies; those who violate the law and are negligent will be punished even if they are relatives.
They are all using thieves and thieves to endanger the Han Dynasty. If you don't investigate carefully, do you really think that it is you who interpret the laws of the Han Dynasty?
Do you know what the right of final interpretation is?
You don’t even have the right to interpret knowledge, so you still want the right to interpret laws?
But in any case, thanks to the foundation laid by the Prime Minister, the official atmosphere of the Han Dynasty is basically relatively honest and pragmatic.
As for the military, there is also "military discipline."
For many wealthy families in the east, the appearance of the Han army may represent a kind of fear.
But in the vast grasslands far away from the Central Plains, it is reassuring to see Han troops patrolling.
Not to mention that Feng Chuan's group of people had just arrived yesterday, and the government had not made arrangements yet, so they were still prisoners under the government's custody.
Who dared to attack the Han government after eating a leopard?
Especially in a place like Jiuyuan Dudufu, which is half army and half camp, there are also the Xinghan Hui and the Dragon Crossing the River.
Even though Feng Chuan and the others were prisoners inside the fortress, outside the fortress, they were precious human resources.
Whoever dares to stretch out his hand will not be chopping off his hands or feet, but his head!
Sure enough, Feng Erniang came back soon carrying a clay pot filled with water.
Because of my weak strength, my body was a little swaying.
Feng Chuan took a look and quickly went up to take over.
"We can't go too far."
Feng Erniang stuck out her tongue. Her face was wet and clean. It seemed that she had taken this opportunity to wash her face by the water.
She pointed over there, where the Han army had patrolled:
"We can't cross that current."
"Um."
Cao had already reminded them of this matter yesterday.
"When I was fetching water, I thought the middle of the water would be cleaner. Unexpectedly, a group of soldiers happened to be passing by. The dogs were so fierce that they kept barking at me. One of them almost rushed over, but luckily he was caught by someone.
"
Feng Erniang patted her chest with some fear.
Who knows where so many vicious dogs came from in Han?
Along the way, not to mention the troops who were guarding them, even at the post office, they all kept a few big dogs to guard the door.
"Are you okay?"
Hearing that her daughter was almost bitten by a dog, Feng's mother, who was putting the clay pot on the small coal stove, also asked worriedly.
"it's okay no problem."
Feng Erniang quickly replied, and at the same time reached into her arms, took out a cloth bag, and handed it to her mother:
"Mom, give it!"
"What's this?"
"Roupazi, the general of the army saw that I was frightened by the vicious dog, so he gave me such a meatloaf as an apology."
Meatloaf?
Feng Sanniang, who was trying hard to learn how to make a fire, suddenly turned around and stared directly at the cloth bag in her sister's hand.
Even Feng Chuan couldn't help but swallow his saliva.
How many days have you not eaten meat?
Mother Feng took it in disbelief and spread it out. The aroma of oil immediately hit her nostrils.
"Gululu!"
I don't know if it was because she was swallowing saliva or because her stomach was growling, but Feng Sanniang had an embarrassed look on her face.
"Then the Han general will be so kind?"
Compared to the three Feng brothers and sisters, Feng's mother has more knowledge and thinks more.
The reputation of the army of the Later Han Dynasty was far less than that of the Early Han Dynasty.
When Emperor Gao of the former Han Dynasty entered Guanzhong, Qiu did not commit any crimes.
The Later Han Dynasty brought peace to the world and launched troops and plunders.
The former Han Dynasty valued military merit, and most of the soldiers in the army were sons of good families, who knew honor and disgrace and the country.
In the Later Han Dynasty, especially in the middle and late periods, the army was mostly filled with villains.
What kind of good family?
Even the generals are not really good family members. How do you expect the soldiers to be good family members?
As for the beginning of the troubled times, the reputation of soldiers has reached the point where scholars despise them like thieves and the people fear them like bandits.
There is no other way, warlords from all walks of life are massacring the city, and plundering and looting is just basic behavior.
It's strange that his reputation can get better.
Although Ji Han's military discipline was very good, his long-term impression of his soldiers was that it was extremely rare to have an army that did not take the initiative to plunder the common people.
He even takes the initiative to bring you food?
The meatloaf is still so delicious!
After Feng's mother reminded her, Feng Chuan's eyes subconsciously fell on Er Niang's clean face.
Unless a woman from a good family is ugly, even if her appearance is mediocre, her temperament will still be there.
Not to mention Feng Erniang, her appearance is not ordinary.
He was disheveled and disheveled along the way, and his true appearance has never been revealed.
After finally arriving at the place, I couldn't help but clean myself, but it was nothing.