After wearing the book, I farmed and raised children and became the emperor

There are two kinds of pies, one is a savory pie filled with bacon, mushrooms, and vegetarian meat, and the other is a sweet pie filled with red bean paste.

The pastries are the ones he has cooked, such as wolfberry cake, water chestnut cake, yam cake, and mung bean cake.

Side dishes include both pickled cabbage and salted eggs, with a wide variety.

In addition, Shao Qingyi also packed a small plate of cucumbers as an after-dinner fruit.

After arranging all the food boxes in a row on the picnic tablecloth, Shao Qingyi set her sights on the ginkgo tree opposite.

"Look, there are a lot of ginkgo fruits on that tree!" Shao Qingyi said, pointing to the heavy fruits on the tree.

He Changji looked in the direction Shao Qingyi was pointing at, and the ginkgo tree was indeed full of ginkgo fruit, that is, ginkgo fruit.

"Indeed there are quite a lot, but they all grow on the high places, and the ginkgo fruits that grow on the low places should have been picked." Hu Chefu, who was eating, also sat on the ground with the He family. He ate the trap and said, "This A ginkgo forest can support many people."

Shao Qingyi was a little puzzled when she heard the words: "Will anyone eat gingko as a staple food?"

"That's right." Hu Chefu knew a lot of people and knew a lot of things. He took a mouthful of the pie and said, "Those people who live in Dongma Street don't care about anything when they are hungry. As long as it can be imported, it will be eaten, and the ginkgo fruit produced here every year has been picked by the people of Dongma Street."

"Dongma Street?" Shao Qingyi heard this name for the first time.

In the original book, it seems that this place name never appeared.

"Dongma Street is where the poorest people in Fucheng live. Most of them have no means to make ends meet and can only engage in petty theft." Hu Chefu continued, "Anyway, when it comes to Dongma Street, everyone doesn't You have a good face, the people there are either rape or robbery, and you can't have close friendships."

He Changji obviously also knew about the existence of Dongma Street. He added after hearing the words: "The people who live in Dongma Street mostly used to be lowly. Fifteen years ago, Emperor Renai abolished all the lowly in Liang. But Most of them have long been accustomed to their original lives and cannot really get rid of the influence of low status."

After a pause, he continued: "The people in Dongma Street are the same. Even if they walk out of Dongma Street, they will still go back to their old jobs. Now Dongma Street is even more chaotic than before. Living in The living conditions of the people there are generally very poor, and it is normal to not have enough food and clothing, and people will die of starvation or illness every day."

After hearing He Changji's explanation, Shao Qingyi felt a little sad.

Fucheng looks glamorous, but does it actually have such a dark side?

But that's right, no matter which world, isn't the wealth of the rich and powerful obtained by exploiting the common people?

Shao Qingyi couldn't help but think of the money she earned from the Lin family.

Is there any ill-gotten wealth in that money?

Shao Qingyi, who felt powerless to change the status quo, hid all those emotions.

He asked He Changji, "Why does it sound like you know Dongma Street very well?"

"I once met a person who walked out of Dongma Street." He Changji replied lightly.

"Father, father, do you see two people over there? What are they doing?" Cheng Ping and Cheng'an exclaimed, interrupting their conversation.

Shao Qingyi heard the words and looked around, not far away there was a boy about [-] or [-] years old who was picking ginkgo fruits with a little girl.

Their clothes were very old, with a lot of patches on them. They were sallow and emaciated, and they were malnourished.

Relying on his flexible body, the boy climbed up a tall tree, and threw the ginkgo fruit to the little girl underneath.

The little girl carried a basket and picked up all the ginkgo fruits on the ground into the basket.

"They are picking the fruit from the ginkgo tree." While answering Cheng Ping's question, Shao Qingyi wondered, do these two children also live on Dongma Street?

Looking at the pair of brothers and sisters, Shao Qingyi couldn't help but think of Cheng Ping and Cheng An that she saw when she first wore the book.At that time, they were also so skinny and lovable.

But now, Cheng Ping and Cheng An have been raised fat and fat by him.

But in this world, there are still many children who do not have enough to eat due to family and various other reasons.

Although, he couldn't help all the children in this situation, but seeing these two skinny children, he couldn't help but want to help them.

"Pick the fruit, do they pick the fruit and eat it?" Cheng Ping continued to ask curiously after hearing the words, "Father Mu, is that fruit delicious? I want to try it too!"

When the He family found the two children, the brothers and sisters who picked ginkgo also found the He family.

They often come here to pick ginkgo fruit, and they have seen many well-dressed dignitaries enjoying the scenery here.

When encountering that kind of noble person, they usually try to avoid it as much as possible, so as not to suffer unreasonable disasters.

But the few people I met today are completely different from the well-dressed nobles I met in the past.

Their clothes are not gorgeous, they can only be said to be clean and decent, but their expressions are leisurely and carefree, unlike ordinary people.

They should be a family, with two white and tender children who look like little fairies. The master of this family is sitting on a chair with wheels, with an indifferent expression, while the husband is smiling, looking very gentle.

In addition, there was a middle-aged man in a bunt. He didn't know what kind of relationship he had with them. Although he sat with them, he was not close, not like a family member.

What surprised him the most was that the family even brought their own food!Those foods are so exquisite that they look like fairy food, just looking at them makes people drool.

"Brother, I'm so hungry..." the little girl in a patched floral jacket held her brother's hand and said in a low voice.

The boy in the same patched cyan bunt also swallowed greedily.

He had an intuition that this family should not be as difficult to communicate with as the ladies and masters he met before, but when he remembered the contempt and beatings he had encountered before, the boy still didn't dare to beg for food for his sister.

At this moment, he heard the two little fairy-like children coquettishly telling their mother-in-law that they wanted to eat ginkgo nuts.

He didn't know where the courage came from, and he came up with the idea of ​​exchanging the ginkgo fruits they picked for food.

He took his sister's hand and approached the family carefully.

Seeing them approaching, Cheng Ping and Cheng An were a little scared: "Father Mu, why are they here?"

Shao Qingyi comforted the two children and said, "Don't be afraid."

Then he asked aloud, "What do you want?"

Seeing that the family's tone was gentle and they didn't mean to drive them away, the young man became more courageous. He summoned up his courage and said, "Well, we want to exchange the ginkgo fruit for the food in your hands..."

Shao Qingyi originally had the idea of ​​helping them. Hearing what he said, he smiled and said, "How do you want to change?"

Seeing that Shao Qingyi didn't refuse, the young man became more courageous: "Can I exchange this half basket of ginkgo fruit for your two cakes?"

Shao Qingyi was surprised when she heard the words: "Your half basket of ginkgo fruit is at least a catty, and after processing it can be dried and sold to the pharmacy for dozens of dollars. Don't you feel that you are at a disadvantage if you trade it with us?"

But the young man shook his head: "The pharmacy won't accept our ginkgo fruits. We can only eat these ginkgo fruits ourselves, or sell them to old man Zhang at a low price. The money we exchanged won't even buy two cakes."

Shao Qingyi frowned upon hearing this: "Why don't the pharmacies accept your ginkgo fruit?"

"Because the pharmacy and old man Zhang have colluded. Old man Zhang collects ginkgo from us, and he sells it to the pharmacy. If we sell it directly, the pharmacy will not accept it." It seems that this young man has already experienced There was a lot of wind and rain, he explained in a flat tone, as if he was used to being oppressed.

"Father Mu, little brother, they are so pitiful..." Cheng An whispered to Shao Qingyi, "Let's just give them some cakes."

The number of cakes brought was already a lot, so Shao Qingyi originally wanted to give them a few cakes so that they could at least have enough for this meal.

But after hearing what the young man said just now, he wanted to understand the strangeness even more, so he lightly patted Cheng An's arm to show that Mu's father knew, and then said to the young man: "Yes, but two pieces of cake are too few Now, how do you get enough to eat?"

Shao Qingyi wrapped three cakes in oiled paper, handed them to the young man, and said, "You can eat these when you are hungry later."

Then, he took out another empty food box: "Let's pour the ginkgo fruit here."

"Thank you! Thank you Fulang! You are such a kind person" the young man said pleasantly. He poured the ginkgo fruit into the food box as he said, and wanted to leave with the three cakes wrapped in oil paper, but was stopped by Shao Qingyi.

"Hey, wait. As I said, these are for you to take back to eat." Shao Qingyi said aloud, "You must be hungry right now? Sit down and eat with us."

"Well, how can this be done?" The young man said awkwardly, "These three pieces of cake are enough for us."

"We already brought a lot of food." Shao Qingyi explained in order to dispel the young man's worries, "And I also really want to hear what you said just now, so please satisfy my curiosity."

"Brother..." The little girl was obviously moved, she tugged at the hem of her brother's clothes, hoping that he would agree.

The boy hesitated for a moment, then agreed: "Okay, okay."

Although they agreed to eat together, the teenager and his sister still sat in the corners, lest they would get dirty with the food.

"What's your name?" Shao Qingyi asked while handing them food, "Are there any relatives at home?"

"Thank you!" The young man thanked, then took the two cakes from Shao Qingyi's hands, one for his sister and one for himself, and replied: "My name is Xin Yu, and this is my sister Xin Yu." Xin, there are father, mother and grandma at home."

"Do you live in Dongma Street?" Shao Qingyi continued to ask.

At the same time as his question, the little girl exclaimed: "Brother, this cake is so delicious!"

I don't know what they like to eat, so Shao Qingyi gave them salty cakes.

The little girl hasn't eaten a serious staple food for several days, and now eating pies with meat is like eating a delicacy.

Hearing this, the young man didn't bother to answer Shao Qingyi's question anymore.

He swallowed, and then bit off the cake in his hand.

Crispy pie crust, delicious and juicy fillings, there is even meat in this pie!

The boy instantly felt that he had taken advantage of the good man.

But hunger made him unable to continue thinking, prompting him to eat the pie in his hand to fill his hungry stomach.

After eating all the pie, Xin Yu realized that not only did he not answer the question of the good man, but he was also wolfing it down, which was rude.

"Yes, Dashan, our family lives in Dongma Street." Xin Yu nodded to acknowledge Shao Qingyi's question, and then said shyly,

"Great man, you have added meat to this cake, which is much more expensive than ordinary cakes. Our half basket of ginkgo fruits is not worth much. It is too cheap for you to exchange so many cakes. We have nothing else to compare with. You exchanged it, otherwise we will pick some ginkgo nuts later, can we exchange these cakes?"

Shao Qingyi didn't expect that although this young man was from a poor family, he had a pure heart.

Hu Chefu said just now that people living in Dongma Street are either rape or robbery. Now it seems that it is not completely correct.

Shao Qingyi appreciated the young man a little more, and the smile on her face deepened: "You don't have to call me a good man, just call me Amu. You don't have to feel guilty, if you really feel embarrassed, then just be honest answer my question."

"Okay, what do you want to ask, Ah Mu?" Xin Yu immediately agreed.

The author has something to say: Second update~

I don’t know if there are any younger readers who read the article. The content of the article is purely for the needs of the plot. If you meet such a kind stranger in reality, don’t foolishly tell all the information about your family, and don’t eat strangers. People give food.