In winter, everything is cold and a heavy snowfall falls. The soldiers of Qin who cannot return to the country are missing their hometown.

——When people live a bad life outside, their hometown often becomes a psychological sustenance.

Most of the Qin soldiers who followed Meng Ao to conquer Zhou this time were not doing well.

Most of them did not bring winter clothes when they went to the war, and the most they only brought two pairs of shoes. After they arrived at the military camp, although the domestic logistics were very strong and they ate very full every day, there were many things that were not as good as at home when they went out.

"Have you heard it? Today, the king gave us tens of thousands of winter clothes to keep us cold?" The dog whispered in the quilt.

"What? I gave ten thousand pieces?" Jinghe scratched his head: "How many is that? Is there really ten thousand pieces?"

"How could there be so many?" Zujiu scoffed: "I see that there are at most two thousand pieces, and you and I will definitely not be able to get one piece!"

"That's right, I don't think it's possible to have that many ten thousand pieces." Jinghe said.

Giving ten thousand winter clothes is just a verbal statement. Just like the slogan during the war, I said that I sent 10,000 troops, as a vanguard, 500,000 people were waiting behind the scenes; in fact, the real number may be only one or two thousand people, and followed by 20,000 to 30,000 people.

When promoting, expanding the number by ten times is considered basic etiquette, fifteen times is a normal operation, and twenty times is considered a bit exaggerated.

According to normal estimates, the tens of thousands of winter clothes given by the King of Qin should be just over one thousand, less than two thousand.

"A good thing like winter clothes is definitely given priority to those farmers' association guys in Xianyang!" said Dogtail gritted her teeth.

"That group of people from the Farmers' Association..." Jinghe shook his head.

The people from the Farmers Association are different from those of them.

This is not only reflected in the military organization, but also in all aspects of life.

It has been four months since the war was fought together, and those who survived have long known the particularity of the peasant association.

"However, it's good that the farmer association didn't take dry firewood from the warehouse, right?" said Thanjiu, "The firewood they burned was mined by themselves."

"Give me winter clothes and quilts, and I am willing to go outside to harvest firewood." Dogtail said coldly: "Hmph, this time the winter clothes are probably for those people!"

"It is said that General Meng doesn't like the group of people from the peasant association."

"I'm afraid it's just a talk." Dogtail sneered.

As everyone was talking, the door of the tent was suddenly opened and the cold wind blew in.

The head of Tun, wearing fur, walked in.

Then he frowned.

In the camp, the smell of fireworks burning, the smell of urine, the smell of damp mold, and the smell of sweat pounced on it, making people cry.

"It's so smelly!" Tun Chang suffused the air in front of him, and for a moment he almost forgot what he wanted to say.

"Tun Chief." Everyone in the tent stood up and saluted.

They did not leave their quilts-because there was no winter clothes. In this severe winter season, if they left the quilts for too long, they would probably die.

"Your tent is a person who has not brought winter clothes, and there are no winter clothes delivered at home. According to General Meng's order, two pieces of winter clothes can be divided into two pieces. However, at the same time, two people should be sent to participate in the harvesting of firewood and night patrols. Winter clothes should be worn in turns. Do you remember?"

"What?" Everyone was surprised: "Give us winter clothes?"

"Fa." The head of the village frowned and said, "After sending it down, the winter clothes belong to you. You will discuss the specific way to deal with it in the future, but don't fight alone. General Meng was recently angry by the King of the Peasant Association, and was angry. You'd better not violate the law in the army at this time."

"Hey." Everyone responded immediately.

The governor said a few more words and ran away in a hurry.

He didn't want to smell this strange and unpleasant smell for a moment.

After the Tunchang ran away, the camp tent suddenly became lively. The chief who was pretending to be asleep immediately woke up and said excitedly: "Look, what am I talking about?"

The atmosphere in the tent immediately became lively.

With winter clothes, they don’t have to keep huddling in the tent and smell this unpleasant smell.

Although I don’t feel that the smell in the camp is unbearable after staying for a long time, to be honest, no one wants to stay in such an environment for a long time!

...

On November 19th, Ju Zizhou and Xu Qingcheng brought Zhengliu to Jiangzhou County in Ba County.

Ba County was the territory of Ba State in ancient times. Later, the king of Ba State was cruel to the people. The Qin people punished the people and punished the unjust, and relieved the people of Ba State from the upside down, abandoned the country and established the county, and used the old capital of Ba State as the county seat. This is what Ju Zizhou and the others are currently in Jiangzhou County.

Because the old man once became the capital, Jiangzhou County looks quite simple and has a very historical heritage.

The main manifestations are that the houses are dilapidated and the pedestrians are dressed in simple and simple clothes, and the dialect is very different from the Qin Dynasty in Xianyang.

"It doesn't seem to be prosperous." Ju Zizhou sighed: "It's not much different from the county towns I encountered before."

"Isn't this prosperous?" Xu Qingcheng looked sideways: "In this winter, there are so many people setting up stalls and selling goods on the streets. Even in the prosperous Qi and Chu land, it is enough to say that it is prosperous!"

"So many people?" Ju Zizhou glanced at the long streets, sparse stalls selling bone-made knives, animal teeth talismans, copper short spears and so on.

Xu Qingcheng said that many people set up stalls, but in fact, there were only a dozen people.

How can this be called prosperous?

bustling……

Too far away!

Ju Zizhou sighed: "Go and visit the county magistrate. I see that there is no sign of war here. I think it has never even been a large-scale counter-rebellion..."

"Do you think the county magistrate is cheating on the King of Qin's money?"

"There is such a possibility." Ju Zizhou smiled and looked at Zhengliu: "Are you cold?"

Zhengliu shook his head: "It's not cold, warm."

If the tiger fur is worn on his body, it will only lead to ghosts if he is not warm!

Xu Qingcheng complained in his heart, took out the token from his bag, the talisman seal, and turned: "Then I will go and visit the county magistrate first, you two are waiting for me here?"

"I won't wait for you." Ju Zizhou said: "Go to the store over there to drink some hot soup to warm up."

"It's OK." Xu Qingcheng nodded and left with a horse.

Ju Zizhou watched him leave and led his horse to the restaurant not far away.

He tied the horse, asked for some food and drink for the fight, drank a cup of hot water and walked out.

The so-called discovery of problems in society and finding things that people really need have a common premise.

That is - understand the status quo.

Learn how people at the bottom survive, understand their food, accommodation, clothing, economy, and mental state.

This kind of understanding requires you to be familiar with them and become friends with them in order to obtain real information.

And this process...it takes only one or two years to be enough.

Ju Zizhou found a stall selling talismans and walked over.

"Did you eat it?"
Chapter completed!