Everyone present felt a sigh of relief.
The story of a young girl who lost her father is always not as thrilling as the story of the general situation of the world and the story of the king, grandson and nobles. After sighing a few times, everyone began to talk about the current situation in Chang'an again.
It is said that after Dong Yan's death, Yu Qing and other civil servants and generals were ready to take action again.
A scholar wearing a silk scarf slapped the table angrily: "I remember that Emperor Gaozu opened up the literary world and conquered poor families. Now he is doing the opposite and the aristocratic family is in power. It is simply a shame for the country. The emperor has no words to suffer!"
unspeakable trouble.
The soup in Yin Xiao's hand was already half-warm, her throat rolled, and the soup bowl stayed at her mouth for a long time, but she didn't open her mouth for a long time.
What unspeakable suffering does the emperor have?
It's not like he doesn't have a long mouth. He is an eight-foot man with hands and feet. No matter how wronged he is, he doesn't have to worry about food and drink. Those ministers and slaves with evil intentions will still bow down and greet him when they see him.
There are only children waiting to be fed.
Everything you drink and eat depends on the person's appearance.
The pork ribs and corn stewed in clear soup slide into your mouth.
It doesn't feel sweet, but has a hint of bitterness.
Qing Fei looked at her worriedly and called out "Madam".
She lowered her eyes and swallowed the bitter soup.
When he looked up again, he seemed to have a different look.
Just as he looked cheerful after making money today, he smiled lightly and said, "There is nothing to worry about."
Her voice trembled imperceptibly.
"He has always been deceitful."
"The news about the Wei family's back house can spread so far."
"Nine times out of ten, this is a deliberate attempt to spread the message."
Although Qing Fei was a little worried, he was still slightly relieved when he heard what she said.
Although she was afraid of Wei Cheng, but after seeing every detail of Wei Cheng's relationship with his wife these days, she always felt that Wei Cheng was different from his wife.
No matter how indifferent or resentful towards their only child they are, they should still have some love for the young master.
After returning to his residence, Yin Xiao opened the food and handed it to Xu Fu, and they chatted about the harvest of the past few days and what they had experienced in the restaurant.
Xufu was drinking soup. He frowned and sighed quietly: "In the current situation, the emperor is afraid that he will also be a clay Bodhisattva crossing the river, and he will not be able to protect himself."
"If the powerful families are allowed to continue to grow, the fields they occupy will become larger and larger, and the land that the common people can farm will become less and less. Farmers will have no choice but to rob them because they cannot afford to eat. Then there will only be more and more people. More and more people rebel and revolt, and the army comes to suppress them, and the cycle continues endlessly."
"The only solution for now is to allow the emperor to have an army that can command, and a family that is willing to support him, and to restrain other ambitious powerful people, so that the future situation can be postponed."
"Let's go to Chang'an as soon as possible."
She looked at Yin Xiao who was looking at a pile of needlework and thought thoughtfully.
Yin Xiao frowned, not interested in her topic.
She had just tasted the sweetness of making money, and she wanted to save more money. Going to Chang'an would definitely cost more, and it would be difficult for ordinary people to live without money.
No matter whether it is a powerful man or an emperor, the rise and fall of the people are due to the suffering of the people. Even if there is an uprising, rebellion and change of dynasties, a group of people will still be replaced to serve the people on behalf of heaven.
Only when Xufu said, "Farmers can't afford to eat, so they have to rob food," her expression changed.
Thinking of the people A, B, C and D I met just a few days after leaving Youzhou, those four people seemed to be farmers butchers.
He was dressed in rags, and it was probably because his family had no land to farm, so he found the swords and axes at home and went out to rob the house.
It seems that there are also wives, children, and children who are afraid that she will spread the disease everywhere and want to kill her.
In the end, he relented and left her two ingots of silver.
I don’t know what they are doing now after they have used up the money. Do they have any ideas? Have something to eat?
Of course she didn't know that she only had enough strength to take care of her own one-third of an acre of land. Her embroidery was very popular with customers, and she planned to make more than a dozen sets of children's clothes.
This time, she put more thought into the embroidery.
In addition to the simplest plum blossoms, orchids, bamboos and chrysanthemums, there are also bright red pomegranates with many seeds, endless melons and gourds and grapes, pairs of flying butterflies, pairs of dragons and phoenixes, and flowing water with auspicious clouds and waves.
She tried her best to draw and embroider all the beautiful patterns on the clothes she had worn.
Neither Qing Fei nor Xu Fu Nu Hong could do anything, so they could only do some tailoring work for her. It took a long time to embroider a batch. She didn't go out for seven or eight days in a row. Seeing that she was in vain, she finally finished it. A bunch of exquisite little clothes, Qing Fei went out to sell them.
This time, they specifically chose the Holy Mother Temple, the most popular temple in Anyi City.
The weather is getting colder, and this month coincides with the Clothing Festival. Many women and couples come to the temple to pray for their relatives and offer incense to their ancestors. She and Qing Fei are waiting at the door, laying out all the small clothes they have made. come out.
Tourists came and went, and many women were attracted by the exquisite clothes on the stalls.
This time, she lowered the price a bit, focusing on small profits but quick turnover.
As she expected, today's income was very impressive. After taking out more than a dozen sets of small clothes throughout the day, only two sets were left when she came back in the evening.
What you earn this time is no longer just copper coins.
But a small bag of silver, a full eleven taels.
Although I can't celebrate the holidays every day, at least today is really fun.
The only way to relieve worries is to get rich suddenly.
The two of them hadn't bought anything for themselves for a long time. Taking advantage of the festival and the bustling street market, she spent dozens of dollars and took Qing Fei to eat and go shopping.
Although he is not as generous as before when he was in Fan Yang, he has a different air of lightness and freedom.
Especially Qing Fei, who was jumping up and down with joy. After Yin Xiao's correction, he no longer called himself a slave.
The market was crowded, and a large group of people in the north city were walking back with excited and strange expressions.
Yin Xiao curiously took Qing Fei to Beicheng, wanting to join in the fun.
When we walked under an archway, the front was already packed with people. Some people smiled and pointed and talked to their friends: "It's really retribution. When these bandits blocked the road and robbed them, they never imagined that they would be hanged here today."
She and Qing Fei held candied haws and cloud cakes in their hands, stepped on the stone pier, looked up and looked inside.
Qing Fei screamed.
Yin Xiao also happened to see what was going on inside.
Four men with familiar looks and shabby clothes were hung in the air by their necks.
The four corpses were stiff and covered with scars from torture.
Has been dead for a long time.
It was A, B, B and D who robbed the two of them that day.
The fat man with a fleshy face looked horrified and his eyes were wide open, as if he had seen something as terrifying as the devil of Yama before he died, and he would not close his eyes until he died.
Under the four hanging corpses, there were three neatly dressed women sitting on the ground holding crying children.
Yin Xiao covered her mouth.
The hairs all over his body stand on end.
The unprofessional gangster stared at her.
It's like there is another pair of eyes.
Beautiful, slightly upward phoenix eyes.
The pupils were dark, as deep as a bottomless abyss.
Through the wide eyes of the hanging man, he looked at her with a smile.
Reaching out towards her.
Qin Se and Ming's newlyweds...
Poor fatherless young lady...
Blood that had not yet solidified was dripping from the gangster's body, forming a pool of black and red blood on the ground.
Like a red candle that had not been burned out when she left, blood-red wax tears fell to the ground drop by drop.
Drop by drop it hit her heart, burning and hot, gradually solidifying and becoming cold.
Go back?
No.
Now that I have decided to leave.
Just never look back!
Her throat seemed to be strangled by the hand in the void. The man's smiling face suddenly became livid and furious. His big hand strangled her throat, as if he wanted to strangle her to death.
She pulled Qing Fei and rushed back.
The first thing I saw when I entered the door was Xu Fu.
"We will go to Chang'an tomorrow."
