From space to the world, it takes trillions of years

After leaving the county town, Chen Yu felt how huge the disparity in the world was.

Although Xuansu County is adjacent to the border, due to the hundreds of years of peace between Daning and Daliang, the border is no different from the inland.

Moreover, due to the prosperous trade between the two countries and the constant flow of business travelers, it adds an extra touch of prosperity.

It's just that the wealth of the city has nothing to do with the refugees outside the city. Since the 44th year of Tianshun, the twelve counties around the banks of Chengshui have not seen rain for more than a year.

It is quite ironic that among the hundreds of granaries in the twelve counties of the two countries, not a single one could store enough food to cope with the disaster years.

The choice of the county governors was surprisingly consistent: concealment. Only by concealing the truth from the court, or in other words, only by concealing the truth from the emperor, could they survive.

There was no grain in the Changping granary, which was an unforgivable capital crime in both Daliang and Daning.

Whenever a severe drought was reported, the imperial court would first allow them to use the stored grain in the Changping warehouse to provide relief to the victims.

If the relief work is not going well, there will definitely be an imperial envoy to investigate. Such a big matter cannot be hidden from your Majesty's eyes and ears.

Therefore, not only can we not provide disaster relief, but we also have to collect taxes as usual.

Only by paying all taxes to the court could he keep his head and the Yishan crown on his head.

But if there is no harvest from the fields, how can the officials fill their pockets?

The kind-hearted gentry could not bear to see the suffering of the poor, and allowed them to sell their wives and children to their homes to work as slaves.

But there are some wicked people who want to make the kind-hearted officials suffer. You dare to sell me your skinny daughter for six dou of millet.

He sold his children to get two dou of stale grain, but it was not even enough to pay a fraction of the tax.

The tenant farmers began to wander alone, and the self-employed farmers sold the land that they had maintained for generations but still could not pay the even heavier taxes.

So they had a common name - refugees.

But when farmers are forced to abandon the land they work, they are no longer human.

They became wild dogs, wild dogs that lost their homes.

They wandered aimlessly, roaming in a land that did not belong to them and did not recognize them.

So the situation now appeared in front of Chen Yu.

"Everyone in the world knows that gods are good, but they can't forget their fame!

Where will the past and the present meet?A pile of grass in the barren mound is gone.

The world knows that gods are good, only gold and silver can not be forgotten!

All day I regretted that we didn't spend much time together, and when it was time to leave, I closed my eyes. "

What good is it to be an immortal? After thousands of years of dreaming, the sufferings you experience may be even worse than those of a mayfly that lives in the morning and dies in the evening.

The emperor's desire for immortality on his deathbed is nothing more than a love of dragons after enjoying all the great pleasures in the world.

But the ragged and skinny refugees in front of Chen Yu just wanted a full meal.

The official roads between county towns had long been in disrepair and were covered with gravel and clods of earth of varying sizes.

The half-naked refugees wandered on both sides of the official road, with green light in their eyes, staring closely at the passers-by.

Chen Yu hurriedly passed by holding the hand of Ta Mei. No one could look directly into their numb eyes that were pleading like inertia.

In a year of severe drought, those who could appear on the official road in a swaggering manner were obviously either rich or noble.

Ordinary refugees did not dare to take the official road, for fear of offending the nobles from the county town.

But they also wanted to get closer to the official road and grab that illusory opportunity. Maybe the Lord would have mercy on them and give them a bite to eat?

The tree bark and grass roots in the fields had been dug up and eaten by hungry refugees, leaving only the devastation left by the disaster.

Forty-five miles out of the city, Chen Yu suddenly smelled a strange fragrance.

How could there be such a smell in the wild fields? Just as Chen Yu was wondering, the fragrance wafting from afar became stronger.

After walking for a while, Chen Yu discovered where the fragrance came from.

A few wisps of light blue flames burst out from the white bones, roasting a piece of unknown meat.

Three hunched figures were staring at the shapeless mass of rotten flesh, with saliva dripping from the corners of their mouths.

No need to guess, Chen Yu knew what they were grilling.

Thinking of the strange smell he had just smelled, even a cultivator in the middle stage of Qi Refining felt nauseous and wanted to vomit.

The clattering sound of horse hooves awakened the devils who were immersed in joy. They looked at the uninvited guest in front of them with vigilance.

The leading refugee held up the barbecue in his hand, trying to hide it behind him, his eyes flickering.

However, Chen Yu got on the horse and ignored their vigilance. Ta Mei understood his master's intention and rode away after he got firmly seated.

The sound of hooves gradually faded away, and the three men put aside the worries that had risen to their throats.

When the sound could no longer be heard, without any warning, three figures suddenly started fighting in a group.

Chen Yu in the distance felt quite heavy. They were undoubtedly no longer human beings. They had changed from hungry dogs to devils.

But the devil that turned them into devils, the more vicious and cruel devil, was in the city and in the manor, enjoying singing and dancing, with servants everywhere.

Baimu Town is a town with 2,000 households and a population of over 10,000.

The townspeople were generally not wealthy, but they could still get by.

The town is located near mountains and rivers, and although the drought continues, there is still river water to irrigate the fields.

Daning had a vast territory and mainly adopted a three-level structure of state-county-county. The tentacles of imperial power did not penetrate into the town level.

The power of Baimu Town is jointly controlled by the elders of six large families.

The villages attached to Baimu Town are often managed by local big families.

Chen Yu spent more than one or two taels of silver to choose a suitable set of clothes in the cloth shop. The effect was very good, and he finally showed some of his demeanor as a cultivator.

The shopkeeper was very enthusiastic. After all, few people in the town bought ready-made clothes directly.

It was the northern accent that Chen Yu was not used to. After receiving the memories of his original body, he felt close to the accents of several counties in the south of Daning, but was quite unfamiliar with the accents of the northern border.

Holding the big Ganoderma lucidum, Chen Yu knocked on the door of the He family.

The mayor of Baimu Town serves a three-year term and is elected by the elders of the six major clans.

But according to convention, the position is taken up by the patriarchs of each clan in turn, and this time the patriarch of the He family is He Fengyuan.

When the servant saw the visitor riding a tall horse, neatly dressed and carrying precious gifts, he naturally did not dare to neglect him and hurried in to inform the master.

After a few minutes, the doorman came again and took him into the living room.

He Fengyuan was a short middle-aged man. After listening to Chen Yu's purpose, he asked his servant to call Dr. Pan hired by the He family.

Doctor Pan looked at the Ganoderma lucidum carefully for a long time, and then whispered a few words into Chief He's ear.

After hearing this, He Fengyuan agreed readily and asked the housekeeper to take out a stack of house deeds.

Patriarch He said: "These are all properties of my He family. Mr. Chen can choose whatever he wants."

Chen Yu took the title deed, which not only marked the size, orientation and location of the house, but also had a relatively clear thumbnail drawing.

He took a fancy to a house with a courtyard on South Street in Baimu Town.

This place is far away from the market and there is a ditch in front of the door, which can be said to be ideal.

He Fengyuan was a little surprised, and said with a smile: "It's nice to live here, but it's a little remote. It's not very popular, and the price of the house is not high. Young Master Chen, do you want to choose another place?"

"No need, this is it. This thing is not precious. It's worth it if the clan leader can promise me a place to live." Chen Yu replied.

He Fengyuan smiled and said, "Thank you very much for your kindness, my dear nephew. The house is fully furnished.

But I feel bad about it. I wonder if you have any other needs. If I can help, I will provide them."