The World of Yellow Sky

"Cake State? Is there a place to eat roasted corn?"

She only remembered that those people who wore long clothes and were called Fu Zhu gave her a taste of roasted corn, it was really delicious.

People around seem to say that as long as you are in Cake Province, you can eat roasted corn every day, so you don’t have to go hungry anymore.

She doesn't like to be hungry, it's not good to be hungry.

"Yes, that's where the roasted corn is eaten."

The boy smiled, and suddenly felt some strength in his thin body.

He lifted the little sister on his back up, and took two quick steps before he followed his father's pace.

He raised his head, and the first thing he saw was his father's back, which was not wide, but it made people feel extremely at ease.

The surrounding crowd moved forward slowly, and in front of the father's back was an endless sea of ​​yellow flags, which almost covered the boy's eyes.

On the official road outside Shangai County, in the central area, it was surrounded by layers of Yellow Turban Army. The teams of the surrounding people separated here, and more than 100 teams formed a long queue.

More than 100 teams were isolated by the proposed fence. Around the fence, every three steps stood a soldier holding a ring sword.

Every thirty steps or so, there was a low platform in the center of the fence, on which stood a Fu Zhu holding an iron loudspeaker and wearing Taoist robes.

"Don't crowd, don't make noise, don't push, don't take the seat, offenders will be punished as endangering public safety, ten lashes!!"

The people around the official road seemed very nervous. They followed the leading Yellow Turban soldiers, separated from the original team, and joined the queue.

Looking at the strange loudspeaker and listening to the loud voices in their ears, the soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army standing every few steps made them relax slowly.

Those Yellow Turban Army Fu Zhu who shouted, although they were talking about punishment, their tone was not harsh.

Among the people in the four prefectures, many of them were believers of the Taiping Dao. When they saw Fu Zhu, who was wearing a Taoist robe and a yellow scarf army, they couldn't help but feel a sense of stability in their hearts.

In each team, only one person is put in at a time, and the people in front of the middle-aged man have already been taken away by the soldiers leading the way.

He looked ahead nervously, a little at a loss, not knowing what to do.

But his wife and children were by his side, and he knew he couldn't be too flustered, otherwise it would affect the mood of his wife and children.

A soldier with a ring sword on his waist walked forward slowly, and the middle-aged man was a little panicked.

Although the Yellow Turban Army protected them all the way, he still couldn't help being afraid of these soldiers and believers wearing swords.

"My lord, Wang Zhong, is a Taoist of the Taiping Dao. Now he has entered the area under my Taiping Dao's jurisdiction and is already safe. There is no need to be too nervous."

Wang Zhong took a step forward, clasped his hands together and said.

"Are you a family?"

Wang Zhong noticed that a little behind the middle-aged man's side, there was also a thin woman standing there, and a half-grown man with a child on his back, and he knew that they were probably a family.

"Return to Shangguan's words." The middle-aged man swallowed, Wang Zhong's tone softened, calmed him down, nodded and said: "This is my wife."

"You don't need to call me Shangguan, just call me fellow."

Wang Zhong noticed the nervousness of the middle-aged man, he couldn't help but secretly sighed, and said with a smile.

"Follow me together, don't fall behind."

Wang Zhong simply instructed a few precautions, and then led the middle-aged man and his party to one of the queues.

"Follow closely, Asheng, don't get lost."

The middle-aged man turned his head and gave instructions to the boy behind him, and lifted the bag up a little more, then took the hand of his wife beside him, and followed Wang Zhong forward.

"Follow the people in front and keep going. That's it. When you get to the front, someone will pick you up. Don't worry."

Wang Zhong led the middle-aged man to the end of a queue, explained briefly, and left again.

He still needs to pick up other people. There are millions of people waiting to be transferred. In Shangai County today, there are more than [-] soldiers from the Yellow Turban Army.

Liu Pi is now sitting in Shangai County, and now there are more than 1000 eagle wolf guards gathered in Shangai County, all of which are for the purpose of planning for the people of the four prefectures to merge into the prefecture.

The team moved forward little by little, with khaki flags fluttering in the wind on both sides.

The middle-aged man looked at the yellow flags fluttering all around, and felt a little calm. The khaki-yellow flags were the same color as the soil.

As long as the khaki flag is flying, they are still safe.

"Don't worry, Jingxing has been passed now, and the Han army has been stopped outside. It's safe here."

In the gap between the queues, the soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army, holding their knives on their heads, persuaded in a low voice, maintaining the order of the queue, and their tone was very relaxed.

The boy deviated from some lines. He poked his head out from behind his father's body, trying to see the scene in front of him clearly, but there was a long dragon in front of him, flags fluttering, and soldiers standing everywhere, blocking his sight.

The team moved forward slowly, and the cold wind blew in, causing another hunting sound.

The boy shrank his neck. It was already December, and the cold wind in the north was getting colder and colder. The clothes on his body were pitiful, and it was not enough to resist the cold.

The Taihang Mountains were even more ruthless because of the lack of clothing. Although the Yellow Turban Army had prepared a lot of clothing, it was just a drop in the bucket. Many people died in their sleep in the Taihang Mountains.

He fell into a deep sleep and never woke up.

After exhausting all kinds of hardships and going through many dangers, he fell on Jingxing. When he was closest to the finish line...

The real world is often so cruel.

Although the team moves slowly, it is still moving.

The middle-aged man walked to a table under the guidance of a eagle wolf Wei Tiqi.

Different from the low desk on the ground, this desk is much higher and has reached his waist.

The middle-aged man raised his head and looked behind the Hu table. A Fu Zhu, who was wearing a Taoist robe and had a kind face, was sitting behind the Hu table, sitting on a rather tall chair.

On the Hu table, there was a thick stack of yellow paper.

"Everyone who enters the land of Bingzhou must first register their information. I will allocate land to you or arrange work according to your situation. If you are a craftsman, I have workshops in various places in Taipingdao, and I can arrange for you. Enter the nearest workshop, if there is something you can do, you can report it, it is best not to hide it, it is you who concealed the loss."

The eagle wolf Wei Tiqi who was leading him motioned for the middle-aged man to sit on the chair.

"do you understand?"

"understand."

The middle-aged man sat on the chair stiffly and nodded repeatedly.

He had never sat in such a chair, nor had he tried to sit opposite these apparently noble-looking people like this. He felt very uncomfortable for a while, and he dared not sit down.

"do not worry."

That Fu Zhu smiled and said slowly.

"Report your name first."

"Chen Feng."

When the middle-aged man heard Fu Zhu's question, he stood up involuntarily and answered with his head down.

"A good harvest?"

Fu Zhu didn't look up, and wrote it with a pen on the yellow paper in front of him.

"Correct."

"Sit and talk, it's fine."

Seeing Chen Feng standing up, Fu Zhu said with a terrified expression and a dumbfounded smile.

Chen Feng sat down as promised, but still a little nervous.

"Where did you live? Which state, which county, and what is the name of the village?"

Chen Feng thought for a while, and then answered with some trepidation.

"Qingzhou, in Pingyuan County, where the Chen family gathers."

He remembered this information quite clearly, and the local Fu Zhu told them very clearly, and told him to keep it in his heart, otherwise when he entered Bingzhou, he might be separated from the people in his hometown.

"But a craftsman, or have other specialties?"

"The villain only knows how to farm..."

Chen Feng looked a little embarrassed and said in a low voice.

"That's the farmer."

Fu Zhu dipped the brush with some more ink, and then continued writing on the yellow paper.

After that, Chen Feng's wife and children were recorded on the yellow paper.

"Take the yellow paper and don't damage it. With this piece of yellow paper, you will be able to lead the fields. The ink is not dry yet. Be careful. Follow the soldiers behind me and continue to the rear. .”

After Fu Zhu handed the yellow paper to Chen Feng, he continued to exhort Chen Feng.

Chen Feng took the yellow paper from the talisman with trembling hands. He only heard that he could lead to the field with this yellow paper, and he heard no other instructions.

"Good, good, good."

Chen Feng nodded again and again, he didn't dare to force his hands at all, he was almost holding the yellow paper.

He knew that the yellow paper he was holding now would be the reliance of their family's future life.

He finally wants to have his own field...

Chapter 459 Taihang Workshop

On the spacious official road, a group of more than ten Yellow Turban soldiers walked in the forefront. Behind them was a group of people from the four states with different clothes, disheveled faces, and carrying large and small bags.

On the official road, from time to time, messengers carrying command flags would fly past the official road.

There was a rush of hoofbeats, and another messenger galloped past the migrating team.

Chen Feng withdrew his gaze and looked forward again. The frequency of encountering messengers seems to be more and more frequent these days.

It's almost noon, but it's winter, it's not hot, and you don't have to rest like summer, so you delay your journey.

But people are not machines, they always have to eat. From morning to now, everyone is already hungry.

The leader of the Yellow Turban Army officer is also an ordinary person, he also feels a little tired, and his stomach is a little empty.

He glanced at the sun, then at the people behind him, at the surrounding terrain, and then shouted loudly.

"Comrades, please leave the official road for a while, let's take a break, eat something, and then go on the road later."

As soon as the words fell, there was a voice of relief from among the team.

After traveling for so long, they naturally wanted to take a rest, but they didn't dare to delay their journey, so no one offered to take a rest. When they heard about the rest, they all relaxed.

Everyone didn't light a fire or cook, but took out dry food from their bags, and ate with the water they carried.

Dry food and water are prepared beforehand. In order to save time and energy, the food and drinking water are all prepared at one time on a certain day.

Chen Feng carefully opened his bag, took out a few pieces of pancakes made of corn and distributed them to the boy and his wife. This was their lunch ration.

The boy took two pieces of cornbread, swallowed, and then handed the slightly larger one to the little girl beside him.

"Eat slowly, if you don't have enough."

The little girl sitting on the ground held the cornbread with both hands, and put it directly into her mouth, speaking vaguely, but couldn't make out a complete sentence.

Chen Feng glanced at his daughter who was trying hard to eat corn cakes, and smiled in relief.

Then Chen Feng touched his chest again, he folded the yellow paper neatly and put it on his chest, the safest place, he had to touch it every once in a while, for fear of accidentally losing it halfway.

Many people around him were people he knew, and most of them started from a village gathering, as if they were assigned to a village.

Chen Feng felt very unfamiliar with the word "Mintun", and he didn't understand what it meant.

The officer who led them before mentioned something, saying that when they arrived at the place, they would be given land.

As long as the land tax is paid, the public is four and the people are six, that is to say, only [-]% of the land tax is collected, and there are no exorbitant taxes other than that.

Although the land tax is much higher than that collected by the Hanting, it is because there are no extra taxation, population tax, and those exorbitant and miscellaneous taxes with countless names and names that cannot be named.

In fact, the tax to be paid is much less than that in Han.

If it is true that only [-]% of the land tax is charged, then as long as the land is not too small, a year of hard work can save some surplus grain, and it will not be impossible to pay the imperial court's taxes all year round.

"Tick tick tick tick..."

Another rush of hoofbeats came from afar.

Chen Feng raised his head and looked at the official road. In an instant, the war horse was already galloping past the official road, and the dust raised was scattered, which was very obvious under the sunlight.

Chen Feng moved his body, turned his back to the official, and put some corn cakes in his hands into his arms.