Legend of Concubine’s Daughter Minglan Chapter 109: The old hen turns into a duck, the world is amazing

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In the mid-winter, and the Spring Festival is approaching, Minglan intends to give herself a pair of couplets, the first couplet of "materials are like a god", the second couplet of "iron mouth straight break", horizontal review-"half immortal".

After a flick that day, Changwu went to Jinling the next day. When the situation is unstable, it is always good for more warriors to protect the home. Jinling Commander and the surrounding five health centers I only hate that there are too few people who can fight, and Changwu is naturally very popular; after five consecutive banquets of fat geese and big ducks, Changwu took leave and returned to Youyang.

"Sister, you're nonsense! I just said there is no war in the south, right? I have been lying on the Jinling wall for many days, nothing happened, but the big family in Jinling knows that the war is chaotic outside, and they are half-dead for fear, this is not... …Half a month’s work has taken three times to donate the city guard! Well, even I have been allocated fifty taels of silver." Changwu threw a heavy embroidered gold silk cloth bag on the table, smiling bitterly, to those who depended on military pay. Generally speaking, this is a lot of money, but the children of the Sheng family are not short of money.

Seeing his son's words expressing his wish to go north again, Li suffered from nothing to persuade, and sweated out in a big winter.

"Second brother, don't worry." Minglan said leisurely, "You think, the war that started last month, the refugees walked on two legs, how can you ride fast, wait a minute!"

"Really...?" Changwu looked at Minglan suspiciously.

Ming Lan nodded vigorously, then encouraged him with advanced deeds, and said in the tone of Mr. Storyteller: "I think that in those days, Emperor Wu's imperial driver personally conquered Wuliangha, counted nine cold days, dripping into ice, leading a hundred thousand army in Nu'er. The ancient city was first waited for two months, without arrogance or impetuosity, and finally earned Wuliangha to underestimate the enemy. Several tribes were all out, and Emperor Wu Wu wiped it out in one fell swoop! Brother, what you learned is a hundred people against a thousand people, say There may be more enemies in the future, and'patient' is the first priority!"

The power of a role model is endless. Changwu was dumbfounded and went back to Jinling that night; at dinner, Lee kept picking vegetables in the Minglan bowl, and Yuner gave the pregnant women a special treatment. Both of his chicken legs were put in the Minglan dish.

"Niece-in-law, you're holding her up!" The old lady Sheng smiled, "This little girl just has a cute mouth."

Sheng Wei said with a solemn expression: "Unexpectedly. I looked at my niece and said it was reasonable. I have been walking around in towns and villages these days, and I have invited seniors from all the big families to have tea, and ask them not to be extravagant. , Save more food, firewood and charcoal, in case you need it from time to time, and the outside is chaotic."

Sheng Wei felt very sensitive, but three days later, Changwu Tuo brought a letter back: The refugees are here.

Because King Jing conspired to chase you for a long time, and urgently needed huge amounts of silver food as military supplies. Over the years, it has been extensively exploited by the people, and the officials at all levels have facilitated the people to smash the bones and **** the marrow. It coincides with the mid-winter season, when the sky is snowing and the people are hungry and cold. Unbearable hardship, the displaced people had to flee Anhui, and the refugees rose up and flew to the provinces of Jiangsu, Henan, Hubei, Jiangxi, and Zhejiang.

At the end of the twelfth lunar month of the first year of Chongde, 50,000 refugees from Anhui gathered under the city of Jinling; the government opened warehouses to distribute grain, and the wealthy households in the city also opened porridge sheds to spread firewood and charcoal to allow the refugees to spend the winter in the houses outside the city.

Changwu finally has a place to use his abilities. Because he is afraid that the livelihood of the refugees will change, every time the city gate is opened for rescue, the army will be guarded by the side, day and night. You Yang is also in the second year of Chongde. At the end of the month, ushered in the first wave of refugees.

Fortunately, the Sheng family was well prepared. Together with several other big families in the county, they set up a lot of shack temporarily so that the refugees can shelter, and porridge twice a day, looking for some unused quilts and cotton clothes for them to spend the winter.

Ming Lan also went out to watch with Li in the sedan. After returning, it was sad for a long time. The children who grew up in the modern era of food and clothing can’t imagine what it was like: goose feathers are snowing and the floor is frosty. Many old people and children are only wearing single clothes, shivering next to a small fire to keep warm, their skin is frosty, the children have frostbite on their hands and faces, and a pair of hungry eyes staring at the bowl of cold porridge, as if That is their only hope.

There was no loud crying in the shack, only a sparse sobbing sound. The mother was holding the hot and feverish child. She was dying and couldn't even cry. A faint cry of hunger made Minglan's heart caught. Together.

"...At that time in my hometown, it was flooded, the fields at home were flooded, the harvest was confiscated, there was no food, and my brother got sick again, my parents sold me." Xiaotao recalled the vague past. He said very calmly, "I heard from the village’s uncles and grandpas that the days of this dynasty are still good. Every household has its own land, and there is no need to pay rent. When the previous dynasty was in chaos, how could the people have their own land? Ah, they are all big households! Whenever there are natural disasters and man-made disasters and cannot pay the rent of a penny, they have to sell their children and sell their daughters and suffer from starvation and freezing."

Ming Lan nodded slightly. The more a dynasty comes later, the more serious the land annexation will be. When the peasants can't survive, the dynasty will be changed and everything will start again.

Qin Sang's mood was also very depressed, and he whispered: "My family originally had more than ten acres of land. When the weather is good, the family will also pass. But that year, a county magistrate saw Tianer's search for names. Asking for money, I even looked at Sister Yinhua in the village as a concubine. Sister Yinhua’s family refused, so he took Sister Yinhua’s father and brother to go, saying that they were fighting against the grain and were imprisoned for punishment. She entered the county magistrate’s mansion on the third day, but she didn’t know that her father and brother could not survive the sentence and died in prison early. The villagers went to reason, and the county magistrate said that she slept, so don’t be boring. Sister Hua was hit and killed at the gate of the county government."

Ming Lan's heart is miserable. It is really'the county magistrate who broke the family, the man who destroyed the door'; these days, the happy life of the people is like a piece of thin paper, a little natural and man-made calamity can be pierced; Minglan suddenly feels like this The tires are good.

"What's this about your family?" Lu Zhi listened for a long time, but didn't grasp the point.

"Sister Yinhua is the daughter-in-law of my brother."

——Everyone is solemn.

Qin Sang set aside the charcoal fire in the stove, and the fire lightened her plain face to soften: "My brother is not angry. He is going to work hard. He was beaten out by the servants, and his father became ill. Two men in the family want to see the sick, and they have no labor. How can they have such a lot of money. Grandma said that they can’t sell the land. When the men are better, they have to plant them, so they have to sell me; the ones sold together, there are silver flowers. Sister’s younger siblings, I don’t know where they are now."

Dan Ju asked gently: "Do you remember what the county magistrate is called?"

Qin Sang shook his head, and the velvet flowers on the double hairs shook slightly: "I don't remember. I was only five or six years old at that time. I only knew that when I was leaving, the village chief and Li were discussing, everyone gathered some money. I must be a talent in the village. When I am bullied, there will be someone who can talk.... Later, I heard that the county magistrate called someone to sue, and I was dismissed from office, and I was also used as an army distribution. I was very happy, but Sister Yinhua The family is ruined, the house and the fields are deserted, no one mentions them anymore."

Everyone was very sad. After a long silence, Qin Sang got alive again and smiled: "The last two years, the family asked someone to send a letter, and the family is getting better. The eldest brother and the second brother are begging his wife, and the younger brother is studying. , My parents said that they would redeem me when the situation was better. I said no. I’m fine here. I have two or three dollars a month, which is more than my father and brother. I saved all of them and took them home. , Set up more fields."

Minglan has been listening to them quietly, and then she couldn't help but ask: "Your family would rather sell you than sell the land, don't you blame them?"

Qin Sangxiao's face flushed slightly: "After a while, I wanted to open it. If there is a land, there is a father and a brother, I have hope, and after all inquiries, my mother sold me. ; My life is good, I can come to our mansion, without beating or scolding, but also blessed to serve the girls. For many years, I have eaten well and dressed well, and my sisters and sisters have been nice to me. There is nothing to complain about."

Ming Lan couldn't help being stunned. Qin Sang was not useful in Mu Cang Zhai. His appearance was just plain, neither the yancao thoughtful nor the green branches were sharp and capable, so the monthly money and rewards were also ranked behind. , Can listen to her tone, but she is very content with life, when she talks about home, she is nostalgic; such a gentle and honest character is very rare.

It is the first time that Ming Lan has seen the kindness and sincerity of the people at the bottom. They are like the dirt on the soles of their feet. They are humble but really. Ming Lan likes it in her heart, so she smiled and said: "If your family is really well, you don’t need to take it. The silver is here to redeem, if I let you go out, your parents and grandfather must have agreed to you, then I will accompany you with a dowry!"

Qin Sang blushed into a rouge color, stomped his feet and said in embarrassment: "Girl! You can say this too, I will tell Mom Fang to go!"

The laughter finally cleared the haze. After Ming Lan gave the old lady, she took out three-quarters of her usual private money. The little girls also collected some bits and pieces of silver and bought all of them. They were sent to help the refugees.

"The money I have saved over the years is gone, so I feel comfortable now? Is it possible that you won't freeze to death outside?" The old lady Sheng looked at Ming Lan with a smile.

Minglan nodded earnestly: "The granddaughter knows that it's a drop in the bucket, but I do my best to do what I can do, and that's it; I heard from Brother Wu that after the beginning of spring, the government will arrange them in a unified way. Those who go back to their place of origin, if there is nowhere to go, they will open up wasteland and take root, hoping that they can survive this winter."

The old lady put her arms around her little granddaughter, smiled, and sighed softly: "Little fool!"

At the end of the first month of the second year of Chongde, several bandits in eastern Anhui, western Zhejiang, southern Jiangsu and western Jiangsu were infested. They often plundered the fleeing people, attacked the weakly guarded towns, and wherever they went, murder and arson were committed. At the same time, the refugees had nowhere to go.

Changwu and a team of hot-blooded soldiers called for orders several times. Hope led the guard barracks out of the city to suppress the bandits, but they were all pressed back by the Jinling prefect and the commander. Now the swordsmen are everywhere, Jinling guards the city gate and it’s too late. Suppress bandits in the city?

Changwu's petitions were rejected several times, and he took leave and went home in a hurry.

"How many times have I told you, don't stand up with Shangfeng's eyebrows, and keep your temper! The officialdom is not messy!" Sheng Wei worried that his son would be stiff with his boss, so he started talking about his son.

"Father! How could I be like this? Brothers all slapped the table and threw the glass of advice, Sir Hu, but I didn't say anything!" Changwu stalked his neck, his face flushed: "Because of this, I I just took leave and went home! Otherwise, I don’t have the face to see my brothers!"

Ming Lan comforted from the side: "Second brother, don’t worry, you are not a military attache directly under Jinling. It’s right not to persuade you too much; hey, by the way, how is the fighting outside now? I see that we are still peaceful in the south. Could it be that King Jing's journey to the north went smoothly?"

"He is dreaming!" Changwu's face was very disdainful, "Just the mobs, they are upset, but they are incompetent. They lost the battle as soon as they entered Ludi, and the army was cut in half, and the second half. I retired to Xuzhou and ate ambush in a valley. The first half fled to Zhuangzhou. It is probably almost the same."

As soon as this statement came out, everyone in the house looked loose, Sheng Wei Changsong and his son looked at each other and smiled, and finally let go of their hearts, the old lady counted the beads and smiled, Li's hands clasped her hands together to recite Amitabha, Wen's likes diligently Zhang Luochaguo inside the house, Pin Lan lightly "cut", and said softly to Ming Lan: "This King Jing is too awkward!"

Minglan patted her chest, sat at the table, poured herself a cup of tea, and drank slowly.

Changwu walked around the house two times anxiously, sighed a long, desperate tone: "Sister Minglan, you are right, I really don’t have to go back to the capital, I see King Jing can’t make it. The capital has to be finished! Now all the troops that can do their jobs are to suppress the chaos. If I had known it, I would join the army in the morning!"

Sheng Wei saw his son look upset, so he turned away from the subject and said: "I don't know which army is this time?"

Changwu stopped leaving, sat down, and said, "I'm afraid that the saint had been wary of the south. Over the past few months, he has clearly guarded the security of the capital. In fact, half of the five army camps have been secretly transferred. Drilling on the outskirts of Beijing, the emperor did not move this army after the great chaos in northern Xinjiang. After King Jing raised the flag, the army secretly went south to ambush the counter-thief in Xuzhou."

Changwu felt a little better. The Zhongweiwei he was in was under the Three Thousand Camp. Even if he was in the capital, he would not be able to set off.

"Five army camps? Isn't it under the command of General Gan? It's a veteran after all." Sheng Wei has done business with the army several times and knows some of the situation in the army.

Who knows Changwu shook his head: "It's not General Gan, but a new general promoted by the emperor. He was originally the son of Jingzhong Quanjue. When he heard that the emperor was a feudal lord, he valued it a lot. This time he looked for opportunities to promote him. I am afraid that I will have a great future in the future."

Minglan's eyes lit up, smiling and adding half a cup of tea to herself, and said: "Really? This general has vision."

Back then, the Eighth Prince was among the princes, it can be said to be the cold stove in the cold stove. Wen is not as good as the three kings, the martial arts are not as good as the four kings, the noble is not as good as the five kings, and the six kings are not as good as the first emperor. An old man, only his biological mother's humbleness is second to none. Someone would even think of investing in this unpopular stock. It is Buffett and his brother.

Sheng Wei is also very interested, secretly planning to establish a relationship with this army novice: "Who is it? I heard about it before."

Changwu seemed to have given up his heart, and sighed: "I heard it is called Gu Tingye."

Everyone in the house was at a loss. They had never heard of the name.

Ming Lan held a sip of water, held the tea cup and watched it for a while, before swallowing it with difficulty, and cautiously asked: "This... why haven't I heard of it before? Second brother, even if the military officer doesn't need to be like this Civil officials generally gradually improve their qualifications, can they be promoted from white to general?"

In the blink of an eye, the old hen becomes a duck! Three months ago, the eldest brother of the Jianghu, who was also a heroic warrior with the Cao Gang, became a general in peace in a while? Sure enough, military and civilian cooperation.

Changwu's spirit is very refreshed. Since King Jing's rebellion, the experienced old man has been raised by the little cousin, and I have to admit that she did say incisively and rationally. Today I finally took a chance. Bring the experience of brother to show

He let out a long sigh of relief and said loudly: "Sister, you don't know about that. Then General Gu was originally a seventh-grade upper twelve guard in the early years."

"This is just a vacant job. Many of the children of Quanjue in the capital have it. Why don't you see them as a general." Minglan almost laughed, and his hypothetical suitor, Young Master Liang Han, also had this position.

Changwu's tone was quite enviable, and he relayed Jinling’s military report: “What’s important is that this general Gu was highly appreciated by the emperor. Since the ascension to the throne, he has led the fifth-rank Jingwei commander Si Zhenfu Now, leading the army to counter the rebellion is also the emperor’s secret decree in advance."

Minglan was speechless, she slapped her mouth, chuckled, and walked over to add tea to Changwu, with a well-behaved face: "Second brother, you know so much, no wonder my father often praises second brother Insightful."

Changwu grinned, feeling more angered; this little cousin is just so cute, and if the cousin dare to neglect her in the future, he will definitely ‘beat’ her.