"After this trip, I'm afraid it's time to close the workshop." Jiang Ni shrank his arms as he rode on horseback. It is really cold these days, and the northwest wind has begun to blow, and fewer and fewer people are willing to bring food to buy scriptures. If it is not unexpected, it will not be until next year's wheat harvest and the price of grain that the scriptures will be sold again.
It is also because the price of food has risen too high in recent years. Now, I am afraid that the people who are willing to pay 20,000 yuan to buy books are much more than those who are willing to pay 20 shi of millet. Those days when each stone grain was only two or three hundred dollars, it was like a lifetime.
Glancing at Yi Yan, whose face was colder than the northwest wind, Jiang Ni muttered to himself, "It would be great if the drought could ease a little next year..."
Before he finished speaking, the horse beside him suddenly slid away.
"The convoy is closed! The sword shield keeps up!"
With the shouting, the convoy in front shifted their horses, and ten soldiers armed with swords and shields came out more and more, followed behind the cavalry, and rushed towards the forest not far away. Jiang Ni got off his horse in a hurry, watching the encounter not far away with trepidation. The bandits who were ambushing on the side were unable to resist the soldiers of the Liangfu tribe.
"Remove the corpse and continue on the road." Shaking off the blood beads on the knife, Yi Yan turned to Jiang Ni, "Get on the horse, don't delay."
Jiang Ni's face was somewhat pale, and it took a long time to climb on the horse's back, urging the horse to catch up: "Isn't this road cleared? Why are there still bandits?"
"It's not a mountain bandit, it's a rogue." Yi Yan replied, "The weather is cold, so we have to grab food for the winter."
Jiang Ni immediately closed his mouth. Yes, they can take a break in the face of the cold weather, but those rogues can't. Without food and clothing, hundreds of people could starve to death in one winter. Moreover, the cold wind came very early this year, and there will only be more people who take risks.
The motorcade continued to move forward, looking at the bloody, scrawny corpses on the side of the road, Jiang Ni couldn't bear to look away. At the same time, he was once again glad that he had followed the right person. If it weren't for the master's methods, how could Liang's residence have changed from green and yellow to what it is now? Now that there are grains in the warehouse and soldiers in the mansion, when the spring begins, they should be able to accept some strong refugees into the mansion. After a year or two, the Liang mansion will only get stronger and stronger.
Moreover, the relationship between the master and the Wang family of Taiyuan is so close. If he is recommended by someone to become an official in the dynasty, that will be the time when the Liang family will truly flourish. Good days, I'm afraid it's still to come.
Gently exhaling, Jiang Ni wrapped his leather jacket and rode his horse closely behind Yiyan.
On the way, he hurried and walked for three more days, and finally returned to the Liang Mansion. Looking at the newly repaired Zhaimen from a distance, Jiang Ni's eyes widened: "How come it took only half a month to repair it?"
He just made a trip to Jinyang, and when he came back, there was an extra gate. It was so good-looking and solid, how could it not be surprising.
Yi Yan ignored him, looked up and down the nearby fence, and the corner tower behind the door, and let the convoy slowly drive in. The crops in the fields have been harvested long ago, and winter wheat has been planted. The refugees are strengthening their huts by themselves, so that they can live in airtight houses before it snows. Seeing the peaceful scene of this faction, which was completely different from the outside, Yi Yan's expression softened.
Without following the convoy into the warehouse, he hit the horse to the front yard, slapped the dirt on his body, and carefully washed his hands and face with water before walking towards the main yard. When he saw the figure who was sitting behind the case as before, Yi Yan felt that his whole body relaxed, and he stepped forward to greet him and said, "My lord, the food team is back."
"It's been hard work all the way." Liang Feng said with a smile, "Is it going well this time?"
"I encountered robbers four times, but they were all wiped out." Yiyan replied.
"Why so many?" The smile on Liang Feng's face immediately froze.
"There was a little snow a few days ago, the weather suddenly turned cold, and there were more robbers. Don't worry, lord, no one in the team was injured." Yiyan replied.
Liang Feng was silent for a moment. This rogue, I am afraid it is a refugee, right? I don't know how many people are going to take risks after the weather turns cold, desperately trying to eat and drink. With a sigh in his heart, Liang Feng said, "If that's the case, come to the county town with me tomorrow, go early and return early to avoid trouble."
Yi Yan frowned immediately: "The weather is cold, the lord should take a good rest, how can you go to the county town again?"
Lu Zhu, who was standing by the side, couldn't help but said, "Yes, Lang Jun, you are in better shape. What if you get caught in the wind and cold while you are on your way?!"
Liang Feng couldn't help laughing bitterly, this little girl finally found the allies, and I don't know how many times she's been whispering in his ear these days. Shaking his head, he said: "It's just a trip to the county town, it's okay. Bring the charcoal basin and change into the carriage, and you will be there in two days. This time someone invited you, so if you don't go, you won't be able to."
In this ghost weather, if you don't leave early, I'm afraid you will have to wait until the spring of next year. Cui's invitation was a bit strange no matter how it looked, not to mention that it was about Liu Yuan.
Seeing that the lord is so determined, Yi Yan was silent for a moment, and finally gave in a step: "Then I will drive the car, and the cavalry in the house will be out, and I will take care of it on the road."
"You should be like this." Liang Feng smiled and responded.
Seeing the smile on the lord's face, Yi Yan's heart also slowed down. No matter when, he will never miss the opportunity to accompany the lord. During this period of time, he has been wandering outside for too long. After this trip, he should be able to stay in the mansion safely.
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The next day, the convoy was on its way. Since all of them were replaced by cavalry, this time only one cart and two horses were prepared, and the driving speed was indeed extraordinary. Fortunately, Yi Yan was in charge of the car. Although it was a little bumpy, it was not unbearable. However, when he actually went out, Liang Feng realized that the weather this year was unusually cold.
It's only November, isn't it? Why does it feel like the temperature is almost below zero during the day. Luckily, Green Bamboo was well prepared. Not only did he hang a thick brocade curtain on the car, but he also prepared a set of fox fur cloaks for Liang Feng, insisting on wrapping him into a ball. Coupled with the temperature provided by the charcoal basin, the cold current outside the car was suppressed.
Sitting in the stable and warm frame, Liang Feng frowned slightly, looking at the ground hanging with hoarfrost, feeling a little scared. After two consecutive years of severe drought, and encountering such low temperature weather, I am afraid that the life of the people will become more and more difficult. Those self-cultivators who have no risk-resistance ability are not like tenant farmers who rely on high gates. If there is no court relief, in all likelihood, they will flee the famine on a large scale. But Luoyang is still fighting, and there are frequent natural disasters in the nearby states. Where can these people escape
Maybe the village outside could accommodate another two or three hundred people. If there is snow this winter, as long as we survive the cold winter, we will have the hope of planting seeds in the spring of next year. And Huai'en Temple, can you donate porridge and water on time in winter? It would be better if there were more big disaster relief households in Jinyang than letting the refugees starve to death on their way to escape the famine.
On the side, a weak voice came: "Lang Jun, are you worried about your trip to the county town?"
Liang Feng was stunned for a moment, and then asked with a smile, "What is worth worrying about?"
Lvzhu bit his lip and whispered, "When you arrive at the county town, don't you want to visit the Li Mansion?"
It was only then that Liang Feng remembered that there was an aunt in the county town who wished he died early. There are so many things to worry about these days, I really forgot this femme fatale. With a cold smile, Liang Feng said: "The trip to the county town is very rushed, so don't bother."
Green Bamboo's expression brightened immediately, and hesitantly said: "But in case it falls into the crowd..."
Liang Feng smiled: "Don't worry, I won't come to the door now. Not only will others not blame me, I'm afraid they will be suspicious of others."
That's the benefit of fame, not to mention the vaccinations given before. If someone mentions this, I am afraid that at the Sushui Pavilion, the fact that Li Lang was kicked out of Yaji by Wang Wen would be more curious. As long as Liang Shu had some brains, he would not dare to easily ruin his reputation.
Hearing Liang Feng's words, Lu Zhu was relieved. She has been worried about this for a long time. For some reason, she always felt that those people in Li's house were not good to Lang Jun, and it would be reassuring to stay away from them.
With complete preparation and working day and night, the convoy finally drove into the county town two days later. The Cui Mansion had already received the news, Cui Liang was overjoyed, and greeted him personally: "I didn't expect to wait for Zixi so soon, it's really hard for you to travel all the way."
After sitting in the car for such a long time, Liang Feng's face was pale as usual, but his expression was still gentle and gentle, and he said with a slight smile: "How dare you neglect the entrustment of the elders? In addition to the engraving block and ten printed copies, I also brought some small notes. I hope Brother Cui will not give up."
Liangfu's paper is never sold, and it will only be sent with Tibetan scripture paper. Unexpectedly, Liang Fengfeng attached so much importance to his grandfather's entrustment, and his etiquette was so thoughtful. Cui Liang was immediately moved, and he said repeatedly: "Zixi is too polite! Come in and rest!"
Liang Feng smiled and followed Cui Liang into the mansion. Cui Mansion occupies a small area, and it is not a high-level gate. However, with the golden signboard of Cui You, it is still quite scholarly. After meeting the elders in the family and chatting for a while over tea, Cui Liang and Liang Feng came to the study in the backyard together to see the respected scholar.
When Liang Feng saw Cui You, he was really surprised. Although he knew that this great scholar was quite old, he did not expect that this man would be so old! I am afraid that after the age of seniors, the old man has lost the clearness on his body, only the Qi Qi, the stature is frighteningly thin, the eyes are also dim and dark, and it seems that he will hold his breath at any time.
Just at a glance, Liang Feng realized that he had made some mistakes in his judgment. Such an old man, I am afraid that no matter what, he will no longer participate in the Xiongnu's plans for the country.
Then why did he not hesitate to spend money and insist on visiting the door himself
Filled with doubts, Liang Feng respectfully knelt before the case and saluted, "Chen Jun Zhe Liang Feng, see Mr. Cui."
"... Are you Liang Zixi?" It seemed like a long time before the old man spoke slowly.
"That's right, kid."
The old man's turbid eyes swept across his face, as if he was examining something. After a while, he said, "Do you know why the book of saints never ends without a sentence?"