After leaving Jinan Prefecture, Zhu Youjian and his party headed south. When they passed by Changqing, they looked a little depressed. When they arrived in Feicheng, they were even more desolate.

In Feicheng County, except for beggars sitting on the street in ragged clothes, they rarely see pedestrians, let alone vendors selling along the street.

Gao Han and Hu Bao searched in Feicheng for a long time. Not to mention the inn, there was no place to eat.

More than half an hour later, Gao Han and Hu Bao rode back to the carriage parked by Zhu Youjian and others. Gao Han said to the carriage: "Young master, you have searched all of them. Not only the inns, but also the places where you can eat are closed. I asked the people in the city that those shops that opened shops had already gone to other places to escape. Several large households that had not left had all been snatched away by the hungry people. Today we may not have inns to live in."

Zhu Youjian lifted the curtain and got out of the carriage. He asked Gao Han: "The big family was robbed? Does the government care about it?"

"I can't control it. Now the county magistrate is missing, and there are no one in the yamen runners. The county magistrate just wants to arrest people but no one can use it."

At this time, Lu Xiangsheng also jumped out of the carriage, walked to the side of several people and said, "When I passed by Feicheng a few days ago, there was an inn that drove. Are there no one now?"

Hu Bao replied: "The whole family is gone."

After a while, except for Ji Gang staying in the carriage to take care of the injured Hu Erbao, Luo Yangxing and Zhang Zhiji also got out of the carriage and surrounded him.

Luo Yangxing complained: "Why are you so slow? I'm almost starving to death."

Zhu Youjian said: "You are afraid you will be hungry all the time. There is no place to eat in this county. We not only want to be hungry, but also sleep on the streets."

Zhang Zhiji widened his eyes and said, "What kind of broken place is this? There is not even a place to eat?"

Lu Xiangsheng said: "My husband has lived in the prosperous place of the capital for a long time. I don't know the situation in Shandong. After years of natural disasters, the fields have been without harvest. It is not easy for people here to survive. Even if there are still people who can do a small business earlier and no one will visit them for a long time, they will still be closed."

Zhang Zhiji said: "Natural disaster? Didn't we raise more than 300,000 taels of silver at Xingzhi Academy earlier? Isn't it enough to help a Shandong person?"

Zhu Youjian looked at him. The young master really didn't know the sufferings of the world. He said: "Shandong is facing Nanzhili and the capital. The people finally have a way out. The famine in Shanxi and Shaanxi is even more serious. The money should be transferred to Shanxi and Shaanxi. Although it is more than 300,000 taels of donations, I don't know how many people can finally fall into the hands of the people."

Lu Xiangsheng continued: "Shandong has a variety of wheat. In the first half of the year before yesterday, the Yellow River broke the dike. The worst-affected one was in the Feicheng area of ​​Zhangqiu. It would be good if the wheat planted was able to collect 20% of the wheat. In the second half of the year, there was a plague. From the West Three Prefectures in Shandong to the Three Prefectures in the East Three Prefectures, they encountered a great cold wave. The grain seeds from the Ministry of Revenue were not harvested. All regions opened warehouses to deal with natural disasters. However, in the first half of last year, there was a severe drought, followed by a locust plague. Shandong Prefecture has not been peaceful in the past two years. It is already good to see beggars on the streets of the county town. If they arrived at the West Three Prefectures, they would probably have been gnawed and even the mountains were barren. Even the bandits who had become bandits in the early years had no food to grab."

Zhang Zhiji felt a little disappointed when he heard this. If Lu Xiangsheng said this, how many people would die in Shandong?

This group of people had enough money, but they had nowhere to spend money. They had never had the habit of carrying dry food. If they had known this, they would have brought more dry food.

Luo Yangxing said: "It's okay to have a meal, but sleep on the street..."

Zhu Youjian looked around and saw a desolate fat city. How could the Ming Dynasty not perish in such a scene? He shook his head and

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He threw his head out of his head about the things that shouldn't be considered, and then said to the few people: "Go to the post station to see. Although we cannot reveal our identities, the waist sign of the Jinyiwei General Banner of Lao Luo should be enough. Get on the carriage quickly. I hope I can get to the post station before dark."

After hearing this, a few people would not have to sleep on the streets. As for food, they should know if they don’t have to say whether there is any or not. Even if there is one, it is a problem whether they can eat enough. Everyone around them got on the carriage, Gao Han and Hu Bao led the way to the nearest station outside the city.

A group of carriages and horses walked along the official road for dozens of miles, and finally arrived at an inn before dark. This inn was called Feixiang, which connected Feicheng and Tai'an Prefecture.

Outside this post station is just a circle of fences that are more than one person tall, and the post gate is quite wide, but the wooden door seems to be blown down with a gust of wind. There is just a door eaves built with straw on it. This place Feixiang Post looks like a hermit's thatched cottage.

Gao Han got off the horse first, first lifted the bag on the door and swayed it a few times. Seeing that there was no reaction, he spoke and shouted inside, "Where is the official secretary?"

After Gao Han finished shouting, a man in a robe limped out of the post station. When he saw the carriage and horse outside, the man asked, "Are you?"

Gao Han took out the waist sign of the Jinyiwei General Flag that Luo Yangxing had given him before and reached into the crack of the door.

After looking at it, the man quickly opened the door of the station and said, "Sir, please come in."

Gao Han nodded and said, "Where is the official secretary? Why don't you let someone come out to lead the horse and unload the cart?"

The man wearing a robe said, "I am the postmaster here. If you are a villain, you will not ask someone to come out. In fact, there are only one villain left here. This is just a small postmain. There were a few postmain men in the early years. Now the postmain men here either starve to death or escape."

Luo Yang, who had just got off the carriage, didn't notice it, but when he heard that the postmen were starving to death, he was shocked and said, "Even postmen can starve to death. Do you even have nothing to eat here?"

The postmaster said, "The starved postmaster was just about to catch the worst famine. The county magistrate was still too busy to take care of the life and death of this small postmaster. Later, the situation improved a little. The county government finally allocated some money, so the people would not starve to death, but the postmasters also fled almost."

Luo Yangxing then felt relieved and said, "Since that's the case, you don't need to settle the carriages and horses. You can prepare some food for us first."

The postmaster responded and walked inside.

Without the help of the postman, Gao Han was naturally doing this matter of holding horses and unloading the cart. Hu Bao did it, but at this time there was a Ji Gang, and Ji Gang's eyes were quite lively, so he would take the lead even if he had nothing to do.

At this time, the sky was dark, and only an oil lamp was lit in the post station, which looked quite dark. Soon, the postmaster came with a large pot of things. He put the black pottery basin in his hand on the table, and then said, "Please use it slowly, sir."

The few people around the table stared at the pottery basin in a daze. Zhang Zhiji reached out and picked up a spoon in the basin and stirred it a few times. Then he looked at the postmaster and asked, "What is it here? Are you giving us food?"

The official arched his body and said, "To my words, this is bran, which is the supper prepared for you."

When Zhang Zhiji heard this, he threw the spoon in his hand into the basin and said anxiously: "Bran bran? Is that something for people to eat? Do you eat it for me?"

The postmaster was stunned when he heard this, but seeing that the man who was talking didn't look fake, he had to reach out and take a bowl from the table, then put a bowl of bran from the pottery basin and cook porridge. Then he picked it up and drank the porridge cleanly. After eating it, he picked it up and drank the porridge cleanly.

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He even stuck out his tongue and licked the bottom of the bowl.

When Zhang Zhiji saw that the Yicheng had eaten a bowl of food, he said angrily: "Even if you can eat it, I can't eat the pig feeding thing. Go and exchange it for me. Even if there is no chicken, duck, fish, there will be rice? Even if there is no rice, there will be steamed buns, right?"

Hearing this, the postmaster slowly shook his head, and then said, "Sir, forgive me, I don't have these things you said here."

Zhang Zhiji pointed to the postmaster's nose and said angrily: "The county government allocated money for you, so you only used it to buy bran?"

The official secretary said, "I'm right, that's right."

Zhang Zhiji looked at the postmaster's righteous and righteous expression, and was even more angry. Then he wanted to scold him again, but Zhu Youjian reached out to stop him.

Zhu Youjian looked at the postmaster and asked, "Is it because the county government allocated less money or the grain prices have increased?"

The official secretary said: "The county government has allocated ten taels of silver for half a year, but now ten taels of silver cannot even buy three stones of grain. How can it be used for half a year? What's more, in this world, except for all adults, who can eat food? It would be good to be able to survive. Even if it was bran, those hungry people often come to snatch them regardless of their lives. The legs and feet of villains were broken because they protected these brans. If it weren't for the villains' efforts to protect some of them, they would probably not even be able to eat these things tonight."

After hearing the postmaster say that, Zhu Youjian said to him: "Don't stand, sit down and eat together."

The official secretary said: "The villain dares not."

After hearing the Yicheng's explanation, Zhang Zhiji muttered in dissatisfaction: "I didn't say it earlier, I'd say it earlier, why did I make things difficult for you?" Then he said to the Yicheng: "If you want to eat it, sit down and eat it. I have no appetite, so I will stop eating it. I will give you my portion."

Luo Yangxing also pushed the bowl in front of him forward and said, "I can't eat it either, so you can eat one of mine."

Zhu Youjian looked at the two of them without saying much. He picked up the black-glazed pottery bowl in front of him, reached out to serve a bowl of porridge full of bran from the basin, and then brought it to him.

Before he could finish his mouth, Zhu Youjian smelled an indescribable smell, which was not like wheat fragrance or smelly. There were really no words to describe that smell. The thought that hovered in his mind was that this was the taste of pig food.

Zhu Youjian tried not to smell the smell. He picked up the bowl and took a big sip. Because the porridge was cooked very thin, and after swallowing the porridge, there was no smell left in his mouth. He only felt that it felt rough when it entered his throat, and there was still a lot of residue left in his mouth.

What he had not eaten was delicious food, so how could Zhu Youjian savor it carefully? Zhu Youjian drank the bran porridge inside three mouthfuls. After drinking it, he served two more bowls one after another and then licked the bottom of the bowl as if the Yicheng was like.

Before the others could even have time to serve, Zhu Youjian drank three bowls in a blink of an eye, especially the action of licking the bottom of the bowl, which made everyone stunned. Even Zhang Zhiji and Luo Yangxing, who had said they would not eat, were swallowing their saliva.

The postmaster looked at Zhu Youjian and smiled without saying anything. He had eaten this bran for a long time, but how could he not know how it tasted? The young master actually ate three bowls in a row, which made him respect him.

Jinxiu had eaten very little, and the one on the table was still bran bran. She didn't want to eat it, so she saw that her son had eaten it. She picked up the bowl and put it in one bowl and ate it. However, she couldn't help but frown. Although it was not delicious, she insisted on finishing the bran bran porridge for the night. It was just like Zhu Youjian, but she licked the bottom of the bowl cleanly. Not to mention bran bran porridge, even the fairy porridge of abalone ginseng and wing belly, she wouldn't lick the bowl like Zhu Youjian.

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