In Jiangbei, Fu Shanxiang and his party did not find Zhuo Yiqing because she was attending a meeting in Fuzhou at this time.

The mission was about to go back home. After all, the New Year was coming soon, but Fu Shanxiang said that for the cause of the Kingdom of Heaven, things like celebrating the New Year were nothing.

Such reasons were put on the line, making it difficult for people in the mission to refuse.

So the mission settled in Haimen, the temporary political center in Jiangbei.

As a woman, Fu Shanxiang also enjoys privileges in the mission, that is, she can go out to purchase items on behalf of the mission.

It was the end of the year and the streets of Haimen were very lively.

Because of the garrison, Haimen City, which was originally only a small town, gathered a lot of traders.

The Chinese have always encouraged commercial activities. Small merchants and vendors who set up stalls are not exploited by the government as they were in the past.

Wearing a long gown and a headscarf, Fu Shanxiang looks unusual as he walks on the street.

People in Jiangbei also advocate the restoration of Han hair accessories, but it is not mandatory.

It's just that people dressed like Fu Shanxiang can tell at a glance that they are Taiping soldiers.

She walked aimlessly on the street. In fact, the mission did not need to buy anything at all. She just wanted to go out for a walk and feel the long-lost fireworks in the world.

The old man selling rice cakes was carrying a load and shouting chants like he was singing. The snow-white rice cakes had been cut into thin slices and stacked neatly on the bamboo strips.

The man who sells groceries hangs needles, threads, brains and other groceries on his body and plays a rattle in his hand.

The food stall selling small wontons was steaming, and the aroma of fish soup wafted from the street to the end of the street.

Fu Shanxiang ordered a bowl of Dragon Tiger Dou. Seeing that she was a girl, the boss specially added some extra fish soup to her.

"Girl, you don't look like one of us here." The old man selling breakfast loved chatting with others.

He asked Fu Shanxiang while clearing away the dishes and chopsticks from previous customers.

"Old man, I'm from Tianjing City." Fu Shanxiang told the truth.

"Oh, it turns out they are from the Taiping Army. How are you doing there now? Can we all go back to our homes?" the old man continued to ask.

Fu Shanxiang looked at the old man curiously. He knew the situation of the Taiping Army well.

"We still live in separate libraries for men and women," Fu Shanxiang said.

"Alas..." The old man sighed.

"To be honest, girl, I am originally from Zhenjiang. After your Taiping Army came, I ran all the way from Zhenjiang to Haimen to join my relatives."

"Recently, some people have escaped. They said that they can no longer survive in their hometown. The whole family is not allowed to stay together. People in the city are all organized to work and can only eat coarse grains. Those who grow grains in the countryside have no food.

It has to be handed over to the Holy Treasury. I can only wait for the distribution from above."

"Old man, in my heaven everyone is equal. Put the things away and eat together in the end." Fu Shanxiang explained after hearing this.

"Girl, you are still young and have been deceived by those Guangxi guys. Everyone is equal. Why is it that everyone can't eat a grain of rice? Where is the average?"

Fu Shanxiang has a very high emotional intelligence. She did not argue with the old man, and this place is not under the rule of the Taiping Army.

"Uncle, how are you living here now?" Fu Shanxiang asked.

"As for the Red Flag Army, it is really good. I have never seen such a government in most of my life."

"In the past, when I set up a stall outside, I didn't want to have a few layers of skin knocked off by the guards. After paying the government money, I still had to pay the protection fees of those gangsters. Everyone knows that those gangsters and the servants are the same group. They are just

They don’t care about the life and death of us ordinary people.”

"Since the Red Flag Army drove away the government, everything has changed. The policemen on the streets have been replaced by Red Flag Army people. All those gangsters have disappeared, and those who did not run away have been captured by the Red Flag Army people."

"When we do business now, no one collects money and no one cares about it. As long as you don't litter or block the roads. Look at our town, has it ever been so lively before?"

"Many of them are men from the countryside. They take the chickens and ducks they raise at home to the town and exchange them for other people's things. In the past, they would rather eat them themselves than sell them. The guards and gangsters would knock them out.

There was nothing left."

"Under the rule of our Red Flag Army, land was distributed to the common people. It was true that every household received it. If I hadn't had this stall, I would have gone to the countryside to get a few acres of land to plant."

The old man likes to tell outsiders how good the Red Flag Army is, so that he can feel a sense of superiority.

"Uncle, my kingdom of heaven actually allocates land to the people."

The old man said: "The kingdom of heaven does divide the land, but all the grain is taken away. Except for part of the public grain we pay here, the rest is our own. In the past, the Tatar court did not say that all the grain would be taken away.

"

What the old man said is a bit one-sided, but it is mostly true.

Fu Shanxiang didn't know how to explain it either.

She knew that the sisters in the women's house had endless work to do every day, but they could only eat coarse grains.

There was obviously a large amount of food in the holy treasury of Tianjing City, but it was not given to them.

And she also knew that there was a large amount of gold and silver stored in the holy treasury, which was confiscated when the library was branched out.

The men and women of the common people were separated into separate libraries, and all their property was taken back to the holy treasury.

They actually have no home anymore.

If the gold, silver and grain were distributed evenly, then everyone should be able to eat rice.

However, these supplies have become the privilege of the higher-ups in the Kingdom of Heaven.

The more Fu Shanxiang knew, the more disappointed he became in the Kingdom of Heaven.

She originally loved the Kingdom of Heaven so much, and it was the Kingdom of Heaven that gave her, a widowed woman, a new life.

But how deeply I loved it at first, how disappointed I am in it now.

The entire kingdom of heaven has now become the private property of those princes.

The women's hall has become a place where senior officials of the Kingdom of Heaven choose their concubines.

The common people have become slaves of the higher-ups.

Who are the warriors of heaven fighting for?

…

Members of the Huaxi Production Brigade in Dongtai County, Yangzhou Prefecture are killing pigs together.

After the Red Flag Army took control here, it carried out a series of reforms.

The land was taken back to the government and the output was assigned to each household.

Every family has a field, the village has become a production brigade, and a militia has been established in the village.

In addition to farming, the Red Flag Army also encouraged its various brigades to raise pigs and sheep.

The slopes and dams under the jurisdiction of the brigade are open to the team members. They also plant aquatic plants in the rivers to raise pigs.

Dongtai is considered a relatively prosperous place in the entire salt region.

The land around the county has long been reclaimed.

A relatively wealthy team like Huaxi.

At the end of the year, everyone will find someone to kill a pig and use it as a tooth-beating sacrifice.

Further north, the people of Touzao Brigade did not have such a good life.

They have been digging ditches and leveling the land for the past six months. They eat relief food from the government, wear work clothes issued by the government, and use tools provided by the government. They originally had almost nothing.

This is a pure salt area. Although the entire brigade owns a large amount of land, it is all wasteland with reeds and thatch growing on it.

These team members used to be salt farmers, and the government organized them to cook salt.

In the summer half a year ago, the scene here was completely different from now.

In the scorching heat, there is a row of large salt-boiling stoves in front of the village, and a row of large salt-boiling stoves behind the village.

The salt workers braved the heat and rushed between the hot salt-cooking stoves to cook salt. This situation is like being in Taishang Laojun's alchemy furnace. It is like remaking bones and muscles in order to refine elixirs.

The scene, just thinking about it, makes people feel tortured.

The bodies of the saltmen are fumigated and roasted by the fire. At first, their skin may still be white, but slowly, it will turn red; over time, it will turn black. Those saltmen who have been surviving in the salt field for a long time

Their skin is the color of iron, and their flesh is like dried meat.

There are few trees where the salt cooks cook salt. On hot summer days, when the salt cooks cook salt between the large stoves in the salt field, they are forced by the heat in the stoves. In order to postpone the barbecue, they will jump out from between the stoves.

Then, stand in the scorching sun to enjoy the coolness.

They worked so hard, but the income from their hard work every day was only about a hundred copper coins. It was these hundreds of copper coins that the Yanding family's wife and children all depended on for food and clothing.

Because they earn very little and spend a lot of money, the daily meals of the saltmen usually consist of turnips, potatoes, vegetables, etc. For the saltmen, the rare top-quality food is buckwheat.

, wheat, etc.

The white rice that the officials and gentry outside eat for every meal is something that the saltmen have never eaten in their entire lives, including their children and grandchildren.

The saltmen can have one meal of white rice in their lifetime, just like the legendary sorcerers who can enter Tiantai Mountain and eat sesame rice. It is really a miracle that only happens once in hundreds of years.

In the minds of the salt-eaters, it is speculated that the existence of white rice is still uncertain. In addition to the diet, the clothes of the salt-eaters are also sad to see.

They usually wear quail clothes with hundreds of knots, but in the severe winter, they only wear jackets filled with reed flowers collected in autumn as cotton.
To be continued...