Started as a thatched house and ended up as a female figure

The southernmost city in Liangzhou is at the gate of Qinghua County.

The entrance to Qinghua County at this time was completely different from the entrance to Qinghua County that Cheng Wan and the others saw at that time.

There are huge crowds of people.

There are refugees everywhere who are barely clothed, dirty and emaciated.

On both sides of the city gate, there are rows of large iron pots. The iron pots are steaming, and they are cooking gruel.

There is a long queue in front of every iron pot. The refugees are holding a bowl in one hand and a voucher for making porridge in the other hand, waiting to make porridge.

The voucher for making porridge is a wooden stick with a red seal. If a refugee has this wooden stick, it proves that the refugee has queued up to be seen by a doctor and that he does not have any disease.

The refugee handed the wooden stick in his hand to one of the government servants holding a brush behind the big iron pot. The government servant used the brush to scratch the wooden stick. Every time he hit the porridge, there would be multiple black marks on it.

This is to prevent refugees from making porridge repeatedly, resulting in less than half a bowl of porridge for each person.

Far away from the city gate, many refugees who are temporarily unable or have no choice to enter the city are resting here.

There was a refugee group of about forty people mixed in among these large numbers of refugees, not conspicuous at all.

This refugee group of about forty people is Village Chief Jia and his friends.

"Dad, I'm back from making porridge. Take a sip, eh?"

The second son of Village Chief Jia has dirty hair, his face is so dark that his facial features cannot be seen clearly, his clothes are like rags hanging on his body, and he is so thin that you can see the ribs under his chest.

Village Chief Jia was lying on the ground with his eyes slightly open. He weakly raised his arms and pointed at his two grandsons and granddaughters sitting next to him.

This means leaving the porridge to the two children.

"Dad! They have already finished their porridge. This is for you. Drink it quickly to fill your stomach."

Village Chief Jia shook his head slightly, "You drink, the two children will still have to rely on you."

Village Chief Jia spoke very slowly and his voice was rough, as if there was gravel in his throat.

The second son of Village Chief Jia was angry and scared. He punched the ground and said, "Dad, what are you doing! We have finally arrived in Liangzhou, and we are about to survive. Can you cheer up? ? Dad, there are only four of us left in our family. If you...if you die, what will your son do?"

As he spoke, the pain and panic that had been suppressed for a long time surged up in the heart of Village Chief Jia's second son, and he couldn't help crying.

"Brother, just listen to Chengzi. If you die, how will Chengzi survive with two eleven or twelve-year-old children alone?"

Chengzi is the nickname of the second son of Village Chief Jia, and his eldest name is Jia Xiucheng.

Jia Xiucheng raised his head and glanced gratefully at his cousin, Jia Sheng.

"How else can I live? It's nothing more than being incorporated into a military household, growing rations for the army in my spare time, and going to the battlefield when there is a war. From generation to generation, I will never be able to turn over."

The woman who spoke was the daughter-in-law of the Jia family. She was holding a seven or eight-year-old boy in her arms, with an extremely numb and calm expression on her face.

The woman's voice was light, but she succeeded in making the refugees in the surrounding Jiajia Village no longer have any positive reactions.

"Ugh!"

A man with his head drooped said feebly: "What's the point of us staying here like this? Is it possible that we can wait for the money so that we can be incorporated into civilian households?"

The man raised his head, with tears streaming down his face, "Village chief, how about we accept our fate, go get the household registration card, follow the orders of the officials, and become a military household? It's better than living here fearfully and without roots. "

Village Chief Jia leaned in Jia Xiucheng's arms, tears streaming down the corners of his eyes.

"I...I can't bear it, I feel bad! Once you are incorporated into the military household, unless you make great contributions, our descendants will be inferior to others for generations to come. This...isn't this going to break my heart?!"

A young woman broke down and cried while hugging her daughter, "Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu, village chief, if we don’t become military households, where can we go? If we continue, how many of us will survive in the end?" "

"Yes, village chief, at least we are still alive as military households. Compared with those who were killed by the army or died on the road, we are already doing very well."

"Chief, let's go to Liangzhou first. Where should the Cheng family, Xu Lao'er's family, and Song's sister-in-law's family be military households? If we are destined, maybe we can be military households in the same place as them. This can be regarded as acquaintances. Isn’t it?"

"Village Chief, let's just accept our fate!"

……

They have been living in fear and hunger for too long, and they really don't want to go on like this anymore.

Even if they have been a military household for generations and will never be able to turn over, they still accept it.

The other refugees in the surrounding area also burst into tears when they saw and heard the pain and collapse of Village Chief Jia and his group.

At this moment, two government officials wearing long swords came over one after the other.

Village Chief Jia and the others thought that they were crying too loudly and had offended the government officials, so they hurriedly silenced them and were too frightened to take a breath.

The two government officials walked through the refugee group and came near Village Chief Jia and his group.

The two government officials knew the identity of Village Chief Jia and the others. When they learned that the household registration of this group was Jiajia Village, Qingyuan County, Fuwen County, Ganzhou, they immediately reported it and kept an eye on the group. human position.

Afraid of a mistake, this group of people would move or leave here.

The leading government servant took out a piece of paper from his arms, squinted at the contents on the paper, and mentally counted the number of Village Chief Jia and others.

Forty-three people, one or more.

"You guys, come with us."

The leading yamen officer didn't say anything about what he wanted to do with Village Chief Jia and the others.

Things were going so well that the leading government official was worried that some of the refugees would be jealous and cause trouble.

It's better not to say anything at all, call this group of people aside, and then tell them what is going on.

Village Chief Jia tried his best to hold himself up and prevent himself from falling. When he heard the words of the leading yamen servant, his heart rose in his throat and he laughed carefully, but his image was so bad that it would be better not to laugh. laugh.

"I wonder what the official wants to see us for?"

Village Chief Jia and the others waited with bated breath for the leading yamen officer's answer.

Afraid of hearing some bad news.

These guys can't stand the trouble anymore.

The leading officer frowned and pretended to be fierce: "Why are you talking so much nonsense? Just come here when I ask you to. Bring your luggage with you and don't leave anything behind."

After saying that, the leading Yamen servant turned around and left, while the other Yamen servant stood not far away waiting for Village Chief Jia and the others.

Village Chief Jia and the others looked at each other in fear, wondering why the government officials asked them to come over and bring their luggage with them.

Village Chief Jia took a deep breath and put his arm on Jia Xiucheng's arm to get up from the ground.

"Pack your things, we can't refuse."

Forty-three people silently packed their tattered luggage, put their luggage on their backs, took their children, and left the place with the government servant who was waiting for them.