"More than thirty years ago, when I learned that I was guilty and exiled, the first thing Suo Fu did was to marry his thirteen-year-old grandson to a young widow who had been born. Shortly after arriving in Dunhuang, he took up his great-grandson."

"After more than ten years, the great-grandson had no hair on his lips, so he married a local wife and a few concubines, so he had a great-grandson Suo Ping. Suo Fu smiled with a smile after seeing Suo Ping being recommended as an official..."

This slutty operation made Ren Hong stunned. This was the hen in the chicken farm. He was immediately forced to lay eggs when he became rigid and mature!

"Although the Soprand lost his official position for three generations, he was the Central Plains clan after all. After 30 years, he has already gained a foothold in Dunhuang. He is rich and powerful. He has friendship with the county magistrate and the commander. Now he supports the Soprano career with the power of his clan. Although he has never made any contributions, he has reached this position at a young age. What a strange thing!"

"It's not just that. Most of the filial integrity in Dunhuang this year is him."

When he sent Suo Ping and others away, Ren Hong thought about the Sok family gossip that Chen Pengzu told him, and he really didn't admire him.

Suoping is the result of the painstaking efforts of the entire Soprano family. They cannot resist the emperor's exile, but they can always survive the storm and waves. Then they can rise up again with the stupid method of Yugong moving mountains, and their descendants are endless. This is the power of the clan.

Others have clan support, but Ren Hong is alone and he can only rely on himself.

Before leaving with Chen Pengzu, Ren Hong asked about the autumn ejaculation of August 15th...

"Autumn shooting has been postponed to September."

Chen Pengzu slapped his head. He was busy gossiping about the Suo family's family's background and almost forgot about this.

Ren Hong vaguely guessed the reason: "Why is it delayed? Could it be related to this case of traitor?"

Chen Pengzu said: "Yes, recently, some merchants who went out of the border privately were arrested in the county. One of them confessed that the Xiongnu in Beishan was the prince of the King of Youlifan, named "Gaoyaxu". This person often asked about the affairs of the tyrant merchants in Dunhuang County. He even sent several Hu people to follow them into the border, waiting for the movement..."

Ren Hongming: "In other words, are there any Hun spies sneaking into Dunhuang?"

"Yes, the prefect thought that the Xiongnu might have any abnormal movement in the Beishan Mountain. This month, the Chiefs of Shu were not allowed to leave their posts, and the Chiefs of Shu left their posts without permission, and asked the generals of the commander to postpone the trial. Another wanted warrant was issued. If someone could capture the Xiongnu alive, the official soldiers would be given a higher rank, and the reward would be 80,000 yuan. The slaves would be redeemed as commoners. Those who commit murders could be exempted from crimes!"

Chen Pengzu smiled and said, "Don't you think that the first-level rank is too small and not enough to be promoted? Look at Hou Wang carefully and maybe you will catch the Hun spy."

Ren Hong shook his head: "I have heard of the story of the Song people waiting for the rabbit. Something happened to Polusui just now. How stupid should the Huns spies be to hit this side?"

...

As Ren Hong expected, the border was very quiet in the next few days. Not to mention that the spies were getting more and more blocked, there were no footprints in the fields on the left and right sides of Polusui. It seemed that they could capture the dead before, which was a great fortune.

Although all the trials were postponed, Ren Hong did not give up practicing crossbow shooting. He shot at the targets on the Great Wall every day. Zhao Hu'er often came over to give some advice. Although he was good at bows, they were all projection weapons, and there were always common points. Ren Hong benefited a lot. After studying hard, he could already hit twelve crossbows with fifty steps.

The officials of the Han Dynasty rested on the bed every five days. On August 15th, it was Ren Hong's turn to rest on the bed. One day was not enough to return to Xuanquan. Although the Han Dynasty was the Mid-Autumn Festival, Ren Hong still planned to arrange the people of Sui and had a good meal.

So early that morning, he asked Zhao Huer, Han Gan and others to be the guards, and he called Zhang Qianren, Lu Guangsu, Ren Hong to ride the carrot, Zhang Qianren, and Lu Guangsu to drive a cart pulled by the old horse to the market.

Although Dunhuang is a border, the Great Wall is no different from the inner counties, and it is divided into counties and townships.

Beixiang, Dunhuang County, closest to Ren Hong and others, is on the south bank of Haraqi Lake. Compared with the big lake in later generations, the towns and towns were dilapidated and declining under the invasion of deserts. Today, Beixiang is still rich in water and grass and prosperous in population.

Although most Han small farmers are self-sufficient, the exchange needs will always exist, and at least they have to exchange money for the payment of the tuition. Therefore, there are markets in places where there are people. Before Ren Hong and the others approach, the bustling sounds came from afar.

Townships and cities are not as good as counties and cities, and there are no walls to circle them. They just open along a street outside Beixiangyi. There are stalls on both sides. Some of them don’t even have stalls. The vendors and women squat on the ground, put mats in front of them, and when they put the goods to be sold, they started shouting, just like the market in rural areas in later generations.

The dirt road in the market was narrow but crowded with people. Zhang Qianren had to park the car outside, while Ren Hong and Lu Guangsu struggled to squeeze in.

Among the people who were walking shoulder to shoulder, there were young village girls in the group of Jingchai Bu. They asked the vendors about the price of bronze magazines and rouge, and bargained, while sneaking into Ren Hong, who was not bad in appearance, had a burly figure, and was obviously a minor official.

The men asked the children with hair hair to ride on their shoulders, and the children squeezed sticky malt sugar into their mouths, and some white-haired old men with crutches came - the elderly actually prefer the excitement.

"The hangbo in the alleys, butcher the streets, cook and kill for no reason, gather in the wild, carry grain and go back with meat, which is really not much different from later generations..."

Ren Hong breathed the fireworks greedily. After staying in the beacon for a long time, he would become a little dull every day in the face of boring work and empty wilderness. Only when he came to Lilu Township City, he seemed to return to the world.

At the same time, I also understand more clearly that these border guards guarding the beacon day after day is not the purpose of protecting the peaceful urban life in Senei?

As Ren Hong saw, most of the food sold at the stalls on both sides were grains. It was the autumn harvest now. This year, Dunhuang County was still in good weather and had a good harvest. People were eager to exchange millet, millet, beans and wheat for money to deal with the tuition. Even if the price of grain is a little cheaper, they had to grit their teeth and sell some of it.

The price of grain is unsure. After the autumn harvest, millet can be as cheap as fifty or sixty cents per stone. When the summer is green and yellow, wheat can be sold for more than a hundred yuan. After all, Dunhuang is not a major grain-producing province, and limited grain is given priority to provide garrison troops, which cannot be compared with the cheaper grain prices in Guanzhong Super.

Polusui was not short of food, so Ren Hong only bought two bags of ground fine wheat noodles.

In addition, more are cloth, which is the most important thing in the world. In addition to grain, ordinary families can produce silk. Silk is very expensive. Ren Hong asked a sister who sold cloth, and one piece of white simplicity sold for 700 yuan! Another piece of silk with a similar color cost 450 yuan.

To sew a set of summer clothes for adult men, you need to roughly use a piece of cloth, and winter clothes should be doubled, so if you buy a ready-made silk garment directly, it will be even more expensive. A whole set of single robes and silk shoes will be sold for 1,250 yuan!

Ramie and kudzu are cheaper, ranging from 100 to 200 yuan per piece, but a whole set of clothes costs four or five hundred yuan.

"Dunhuang has little mulberry and hemp, clothes are too expensive."

Lu Guangsu couldn't help but complain that a man who had monthly rations could buy a bunch of thick linen clothes, and his daily patrol and walking was seriously worn, so their financial pressure was indeed quite large. If he was a little poor, his clothes would be taken by his brothers and sisters. Whoever went out would wear them. In winter, it would be better not to go out and squeeze together in the house.

"Thanks to Sui Chang lead us to solve the major case, everyone can have a good New Year."

As Lu Guangsu said, he generously bought three sets of winter clothes, namely for himself, his mother, and his brother Lu Duoshu.

In addition to the people spontaneously setting up stalls, the best location in the township is occupied by officials selling iron and salt.

Salt is the sauce for food and iron, the foundation of farming, and it is not something that can be made by households and people. It must be relied on the market. Although it is several times more expensive, it has to be bought.

Although Sang Hongyang, who planned a specialty for salt and iron, was killed by Huo Guang, his government was not abandoned. The common people had to step forward one by one, nodded and bought it from the minor officials, claiming a pound of salt, or choosing one among the unified cast farm tools, and the minor officials' expressions were naturally not much better. This is also a common problem in the official business.

Iron in Dunhuang County is relatively expensive because there has not been any iron mountain found in the county, so it has to be transported from other places from afar.

On the contrary, Dunhuang salt is cheaper than in the inner county. There are many dry lakes on the edge of the lake. The lake beds are often covered with salt. Although the taste cannot be compared with the fine salt in later generations, it is enough to eat it. So I dare not say that the salt block is a certain amount.

Walking from the end of the street to the street with difficulty, Ren Hong finally approached his goal - several meat-selling stalls.

The first person to pass by was the dog slaughter who sharpened his knife. Lu Guangsu smiled and told Ren Hong that fortunately, Zhang Qianren stayed outside and didn't come in, and this guy never ate dog meat.

"Once, Liu Sui Chang brought dog meat to reward everyone. Zhang Qianren came back late and asked what meat it was. I said it was wolf meat beaten outside the border. He didn't suspect it. He took a bite. Later, he found out that it was dog meat and actually vomited! He was crying and clattering, pursuing me for a long time."

Lu Guangsu muttered, "What a weird person. I don't eat such delicious meat. Sui Chang, do you think this Qianren is a black dog monster? "

"Everyone has their own ambitions. Since he hasn't stopped you from eating, you don't have to force him."

Ren Hong answered casually and continued to move forward. He saw a meat shop with a large fan of pork hanging, a group of live sheep, and even a soap-clothed slut selling beef - plowing ox is not allowed to be killed. This is when the cattle in the pavilion died unexpectedly, they sold their flesh and blood, and the money they earned was confiscated.

Ren Hong went to ask about the price, which was similar to the price of meat purchased by Xuanquan in Xiaogu County. After all, it was dead beef, so it only sold for 6 yuan per kilogram (250 grams of Hanjin). Sheep were sold by head, and a sheep weighing 100 Hanjin was only sold for 250 yuan. Even if skin and bone were removed, only clean meat was left, it was cheaper than beef.

When asked about the slaughter, the rough man showed nine greasy fingers and smiled: "It's not expensive."
Chapter completed!