At the beginning, there is smoke coming out of the ancestral grave, and the woman is busy in the imp

Pedestrians on the road took cover one after another. Fortunately, Xie Yuheng and his family were walking along the road under the eaves of the shops, so there was no need to panic and avoid.

"Eight hundred miles, hurry up——, get out of the way, get out of the way."

Xie Tingjiang looked at the galloping horses and the yellow flag behind the messenger.

An old beggar with only one leg injured his remaining leg while escaping and was stepped on several times.

At this time, he was struggling to climb to the side of the road, and a kind-hearted passerby wanted to pull him.

But the eight-hundred-mile hurried horse arrived in the blink of an eye, and the man could only retract his hand.

The postman took out the long knife from behind in advance. When he got closer, he raised the knife and dropped it. The horse's hoof fell on the old beggar and he continued to run forward, raising a cloud of dust.

Before he died, the old beggar still maintained his crawling posture. At this moment, his body was still trembling slightly on the ground.

The long main street was silent, as if in silence to the old beggar.

Everything happened so fast that Xie Tingjiang didn't even have time to cover his wife and daughter's eyes.

He closed his eyes, turned the direction of little Yuheng in his arms, and gently patted the baby's back.

He coaxed softly: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid."

Xie Yuheng smelled the faint scent of soap on her father's clothes and recalled the scene in her mind. She had killed many zombies in the apocalypse, so she would not be frightened by this.

I just feel that the people at the bottom are really suffering. The exorbitant taxes and miscellaneous taxes every year have already made the people breathless, and they have to do corvee service from time to time.

Meng whispered in Xie Tingjiang's ear: "The baggage on that man's body is the moonlight brocade unique to Jiaozhou."

Xie Tingjiang's pupils suddenly trembled.

Changing people and horses along the way during the eight-hundred-mile journey.

Only the baggage containing letters will not be replaced unless there is an accident.

Jiaozhou, the crown prince died during the reign of the late emperor.

The late emperor was out of sight and out of mind.

The prince's son was directly transferred to Jiaozhou, the farthest place from Shangjing, as the King of Huai.

And the current King Huai is the grandson of the prince.

Chu Heng. (heng)

It is said that the prince was killed by the current emperor. Of course, these are private rumors among the soldiers in the Liangzhou Army and are not entirely credible.

Xie Tingjiang suppressed the contemplation in his eyes, if the rumors are to be believed. I'm afraid that these eight hundred miles of haste will bring news that King Huai has raised his troops to rebel.

He lowered his head and whispered to Xie Mingli to leave the city, and told Xie Yonggui and Ye Pingsheng to come into the city and gather at Wenxuan Bookshop.

Xie Mingli looked at the look on his second uncle's face, nodded seriously and ran out of the city gate.

After all, Mrs. Liu has lived for more than forty years. When she was very young, she was raised as a maid next to the eldest daughter of a wealthy family. She probably guessed this.

Mrs. Liu asked in a low voice: "Is it..." The rest of the words were not finished, but thanks to the tacit understanding of the family, there was no need to say more.

Xie Tingjiang paused for a moment before saying: "Maybe."

There were already good-hearted people over there collecting the body of the old beggar. Many people more or less put some money not far from the body, asking the people who helped collect the body to buy a coffin.

How ridiculous, the old beggar must have never begged so much money when he was alive.

Xie Tingjiang took his family into Wenxuan Bookshop and picked out a copy of "Sun Zi Suan Jing" for Xie Mingli, which was just right for Xie Mingli's age.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah." This is not mathematics. Does the imperial examination still take science subjects now? Xie Yuheng was confused.

Xie Tingjiang shook the book in his hand, smiled at Xiao Yuheng in Meng's arms and said, "Your eldest brother likes arithmetic."

Xie Mingli likes arithmetic, and Mrs. Liu also knows it. It's just that the eldest grandson is the only one in the family who is suitable for the imperial examination. The second grandson probably can't count on his brains.

Xie Tingjiang chose another piece of the lowest quality paper. After paying the money, the group stood outside the book shop and waited.

Such a book actually costs one tael of silver... Xie Yuheng was shocked by the price. No wonder ancient scholars could not afford it.

Xie Tingjiang looked at his daughter's wide eyes, as if he knew what she was thinking.

He smiled and said: "Most of the books that sell well in bookstores are books that are used in imperial examinations, and there are many people copying these books. There are fewer people buying them for arithmetic studies, and there are also few people copying them, so they are naturally more expensive. "

I see. But it felt like her father knew something. Could it be that she didn't know when the secret was exposed?

Yes, ever since I learned that Phoenix can write. Xie Tingjiang doesn't really treat little Yuheng as a one-month-old child.

Well, his daughter is a fairy daughter.

After a while, Xie Mingli, along with Xie Yonggui, Ye Pingsheng, and the fat boy Xie Mingcheng, parked the donkey cart and came to meet his second uncle.

There are only two families in the village with donkey carts, one is Huzi's family and the other is Ye Pingsheng's family. Their families use donkey carts to grind beans and sell tofu.

"Ting Jiang, what's going on?" Xie Yonggui asked first.

Xie Tingjiang shook his head, indicating that it was not convenient to talk with so many people here, and Xie Yonggui also understood.

The group of people walked to a secluded alley to make sure there was no one around.

Xie Tingjiang dipped his hand into the inferior rouge he just bought on the road and wrote on the paper:

The world will be in chaos, buy food many times, shop more and buy less.

Both Ye Pingsheng and Xie Yonggui knew some simple words, and at this moment they both felt a chill in their backs.

Xie Tingjiang took out a fire stick and lit the paper on fire, watching it burn. Finally, he crushed it with his feet until it was all broken into fine slag.

The three of them looked at each other and left in a hurry.

Xie Tingjiang's family went to the grain store in the east of the city and bought a total of 300 jins of brown rice, plus 100 jins of fine noodles for Meng.

Brown rice costs five cents per catty, and fine flour costs thirty-five cents per catty.

There are eight members of the Xie family, not counting Xiao Yuheng, who is still nursing. It takes eight kilograms of grain a day, and these three hundred kilograms of brown rice are not enough for two months.

Xie Tingjiang touched the stubble on his chin, hoping that King Huai would work harder and capture Jingzhou before the autumn harvest this year.

Anyway, the tax is so heavy, no matter who pays it, what if King Huai reduces the tax?

The donkey carts of Xie Yonggui and Ye Pingsheng were filled to the brim with grain. Some firewood was placed on top of the grain, covered with dry straw, and covered with burlap. No one knew what was being pulled.

The Xie family found a donkey cart on the roadside and paid for a taxi.

As soon as he returned to Qinghe Village, Xie Tingjiang went to discuss with the old patriarch.

Here, Meng took Xiao Yuheng back to the east wing. Meng looked at the silver bricks in the bag, hugged Xie Yuheng tightly and said tremblingly: "Mom, I don't want anything, as long as our little Yuheng is safe."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah." I'm fine, mother.

Meng held her for a long time before she calmed down. Then she took out a set of red koi fine cotton clothes from the cabinet and put them on Xie Yuheng.

I went out for a long time today, so I can't tell how much dust there was on my clothes.

Meng took the bronze mirror, entered the mirror with Xiao Yuheng, smiled at the little baby in the mirror and said:

"Is our little Yuheng good-looking?"

.....

"Is our little Yuheng good-looking?"

Meng put a tiger-head hat on the little baby sitting in front of the mirror. The little baby in the mirror had a pale face and looked a little unhealthy.

"Good looking!" A crisp milky voice sounded in the room.

Qin, the sister-in-law of the Qian family on the side, laughed and said, "Oh, our Yu Heng is shameless and brags about himself."

Time flies by like a white horse, spring turns to winter and the end of the year comes again.

Earlier, when the villagers looked at Xiao Yuheng's sick appearance, they were afraid that he would not survive for three months, but this made the Xie Wu family secretly happy for a long time.