The night was dark and windy, with heavy thunderstorms.
Zhao Han took his sister and walked randomly through the city of Tianjin.
There is a curfew in the city, but due to the heavy rain, everything is in vain, not to mention that large parts of the north and south city walls have collapsed.
I don't know how far I walked, but I found a roof with leeward direction. Zhao Han hugged his little sister to take shelter from the rain and slept.
It was almost dawn, and the brother and sister were tired and sleepy.
Especially Zhao Han, although he regained some energy by eating meat buns, he was malnourished for a long time after all. A sneak attack and killing on a rainy night seemed to take no effort, but in fact, he almost collapsed after a short fight.
He was able to escape from the outside of the city to the city only because of his will. When he found a shelter from the rain, although he was soaked all over, Zhao Han fell down and fell asleep.
When I woke up the next day, it was already noon.
It was still raining lightly in the sky, and Tianjin was shrouded in rain and fog.
The scenery is picturesque, but it's a pity that Zhao Han didn't have the leisure to enjoy it.
The clothes on the brother and sister's bodies have been dried by body heat, and they are quietly waiting for God to clear up.
Zhao Han felt hungry again and braved the light rain to buy some food, then quickly returned to the roof to take shelter from the rain.
Fill your stomach and intestines, and you will have nothing to worry about.
Zhao Han took out the grate and comb that came with him, smiled and said to his sister: "Little sister, my second brother will comb your hair."
"Okay, okay!" Zhao Zhenfang was quite happy.
After all, she is a little girl. She is sitting in her brother's arms and has the leisure to reach out to catch the drizzle outside the eaves. She seems to have temporarily forgotten her tragic situation.
The main function of the grate is not to comb your hair, but to scrape away dandruff and lice from your hair.
Zhao Zhenfang had not combed her hair for many days, and her hair was sticky and tangled with sweat. Fortunately, it was slightly soaked in the rain last night.
Zhao Han moistened his palms with drizzle and gently applied it on the little girl's hair, then picked up the comb and combed it slowly. Some granular things were scraped out, including condensed salt dust, a lot of dandruff, and
There were several bloody lice.
He picked out the lice and crushed them to death one by one. Within a short time, the ground was covered with corpses. Looking at the lice that had been squashed to death, Zhao Han actually felt a sense of accomplishment, just like a mysophobic who cleans up the garbage in the house.
After combing for half an hour, Zhao Han finished cleaning the lice on the little girl's head, and then started to pick up the comb and actually comb her hair.
Wear your hair in a bun? No!
Styling? No!
Zhao Han only combed two big braids for his sister, and after braiding them, he felt that the hairline in the middle was crooked.
Zhao Zhenfang has been leaning on her brother's arms. It hurts when she picks out lice, but she feels very comfortable when she combs her hair. She can't help but close her eyes and enjoy it, completely forgetting her worries, as if she has returned to the carefree days before.
Feeling her brother stop moving, Zhao Zhenfang asked: "Second brother, have you finished combing your hair?"
"It's combed." Zhao Han replied.
Zhao Zhenfang stretched out her head and used the water on the ground outside the eaves as a mirror. She looked there for a while, then touched her braid and said happily: "My second brother's braid is so beautiful!"
Zhao Han said: "When the rain stops, find a place to take a bath and get rid of the lice on your body."
Zhao Zhenfang stood up, picked up the comb and said, "I will also comb my second brother's hair."
It hasn't rained for several months, but it doesn't stop when it gets up.
In the afternoon, the drizzle turned into heavy rain again, so the brother and sister could only hide under the eaves, comb each other's hair and catch lice.
The little girl didn't know what was going on. Zhao Han's hair was so tangled that it caused his scalp to ache when he was combing it.
Zhao Han endured it all the time. Instead of saying anything to stop him, he closed his eyes in enjoyment.
"Oh, it's broken!" Zhao Zhenfang exclaimed.
Zhao Han looked back and immediately laughed. The little girl actually broke the teeth of the comb, which showed how hard he had just used.
"Kill them!" Zhao Han commanded.
Zhao Zhenfang immediately pinched the root of the grate and crushed all the lice that had fallen off.
When Zhao Han saw this scene, he couldn't help laughing and said: "Haha, what a pleasure!"
"Grrrrrrrr!"
Zhao Zhenfang also clapped her little hands and laughed along with her brother.
Zhao Han glanced at the rag shoes on the little sister's feet and took out the two pairs of children's shoes he had received last night: "Little sister, try changing them on."
Zhao Zhenfang happily took off her shoes and put them on, but unfortunately they were too big and didn't fit her feet. On the contrary, Zhao Han's shoes were more suitable.
Zhao Han still asked his sister to put on good shoes and tie them with cloth ropes. They were at least better than the original worn-out shoes.
Both brothers and sisters put on new shoes, and their hair was neatly combed, leaving only tattered clothes and looking like little beggars.
I don’t dare to change my clothes for the time being because they are made of silk and I’m afraid I’ll be robbed if I put them on.
That night, Zhao Han sang children's songs to coax his sister to sleep. Even though he was fast asleep, his sister hugged him tightly, as if she was afraid of losing her last relative.
Alas, Zhao Han sighed softly.
Another day later, the sun finally came out, and it rained heavily for a whole day and two nights.
Zhao Han took out some copper coins in advance to buy dry food to satisfy his hunger. He did not dare to take out the silver and jewelry he had stolen.
On the way back and forth, Zhao Han secretly observed the situation in the city.
Tianjin City in the Ming Dynasty was also known as the "Abacus City". The entire city resembled an abacus. It is said that it was designed by Liu Bowen based on Feng Shui. In fact, the city was built by Zhu Di after he ascended the throne.
The city wall is nine miles in circumference, and the streets in the city are nine vertical and nine horizontal.
An ancestral temple was built in the east of the city, an altar was built in the west of the city, there was a market in the south of the city, and the government office was in the north. Up to now, Tianjin has five markets and one market in the city, and there are the North Canal Wharf and the South Canal Wharf outside the city.
Most of the residents in the city are hereditary officers and military households, and there are also countless wealthy businessmen and merchants who have made their homes here.
The houses of those high-ranking officials and businessmen often cover dozens or hundreds of acres, with brackets and eaves like princes and nobles.
There are two ponds in the south of the city, which are large puddles left during the city building and can lead directly to the moat outside the city. Now they are also enclosed and become garden lakes for the homes of powerful people, where young men and ladies can enjoy themselves and have fun.
"Get out of the way, get out of the way!"
Several strong horses were running rampant, the noble gentlemen were galloping, and dozens of domestic slaves were running behind them to catch up.
The drought for several months and the heavy rain for two days in a row had long ago suffocated the dandy boys. Now we have made an appointment to go out together to have fun.
Zhao Han suddenly pulled the younger sister away, and the brother and sister were almost hit to death in the street.
"hehe!"
Looking at the angry horses in bright clothes in front of him, and thinking of the hungry people like mummies outside the city, Zhao Han couldn't help but sneered in response.
I wandered aimlessly to the south city wall, which also collapsed by dozens of feet.
The imperial court could not afford repair money, so it allowed Tianjin, a military important place, to have large gaps in its north and south city walls for twenty years!
Many city bricks were thrown away by the people, but some were scattered.
Zhao Han found a big blue brick, took out the scissors used to kill the man the day before, picked up the brick, smashed it, and violently hammered the riveted joints.
Zhao Zhenfang squatted next to her and asked, "Second brother, what are you doing?"
"Make weapons for self-defense." Zhao Han replied.
"Boom!"
After hammering for a long time, the rivets broke and the scissors were smashed in half. Zhao Han was panting from exhaustion.
Half of the scissors were caught by Zhao Han at the tip of the spear and tied repeatedly with cloth strips.
The bamboo spear turns into an iron spear!
The remaining half of the scissors is also wrapped with a cloth strip around the handle. In this way, it is a dagger. The cloth strip increases the friction and prevents the hand from slipping when killing people with blood.
The dagger was hidden in his arms, and the spear tip was wrapped in cloth so that the sharp edge would not be exposed for the time being.
The security inside the city seems to be better than outside the city.
Before officially going south, Zhao Han was not prepared to leave the city and even wanted to try to find a job.
They found a restaurant in the southeast of the city. It was not large in scale. It was too high-end and would definitely refuse to accept unidentified people. Zhao Han was probably kicked away as soon as he walked to the door.
Perhaps the brother and sister were no longer unkempt, so the waiter allowed them to enter even though their clothes were ragged.
"Do you have any money? Where are your adults?" the shop assistant asked.
Zhao Han put his posture into full swing, first straightened his clothes, then bowed his hands and said nonsensically: "Your Majesty, I would like to teach you that my ancestor was the imperial cook of the Yingzong. During the Tumu Fortress, my ancestor went on an expedition with the emperor, but unfortunately he was killed in the rebellion."
Good guy, if you look at your words and deeds, you don't come from the bottom. How can ordinary people have such tutoring knowledge?
The waiter was stunned for a moment and asked curiously: "You... want to eat?"
Zhao Han sighed and said, "My family has fallen into decline and I came to Tianjin to seek refuge with my relatives. Unfortunately, my relatives are also struggling to survive. I have palace cooking skills and want to be self-reliant. I wonder if I can work as a cook in your restaurant?"
Why did Zhao Han choose to make a living as a chef?
Because when he was in the army, as a new recruit, he was successfully selected into the strongest branch of our army - the cooks!
It is very impressive for new recruits to join the cooking class, which means that they are absolutely excellent in various military skills.
"You want to stay as a cook?"
The shop assistant looked Zhao Han over, shook his head and said, "I can't make the decision. You can go and find the shopkeeper yourself."
Zhao Han took his sister and quickly found the shopkeeper, repeating what he just said.
"Is your ancestor really an imperial chef?" the shopkeeper asked calmly.
Zhao Han lied without blinking an eye, and said seriously: "It's absolutely true."
The shopkeeper thought for a moment and said, "If you are really capable, I can stay and help cook. When you get older, you can take charge of the cooking."
"Thank you!" Zhao Han said happily.
The shopkeeper added: "You said you came to Tianjin to seek refuge with your relatives, so you called your relatives to be your guarantors. The guarantors outside the city do not count, they can only be from within the city."
Zhao Han was stunned for a moment.
In ancient times, all walks of life valued guarantors. Even young students taking the scholar exams had to have three old scholars as guarantors to prevent candidates from lying about their personal information.
When recruiting workers in a store, you also need a sponsor.
Even if you want to be an apprentice, you must have three guarantors, and the guarantors must be innocent local families.
A refugee of unknown origin wants to apply for a job in Tianjin?
Dream on!
Zhao Han still didn't give up and said, "Shopkeeper, why don't you let me cook a dish and try it first?"
The shopkeeper seemed to see something, and sneered and said one word: "Get out!"
Zhao Han persevered and said: "Shopkeeper, I can also tell stories, why don't I tell you a paragraph now. Let's talk about the late Southern Song Dynasty, there was a Niujia Village in Lin'an Prefecture..."
The shopkeeper had completely regarded Zhao Han as a liar and shouted: "Get out of here!"
The store clerk immediately came over to chase him away, and Zhao Han had no choice but to get out of here.
I searched a few more shops. No matter how much Zhao Han boasted, no matter what kind of job Zhao Han wanted to do, he had to meet a necessary prerequisite: three locals with innocent backgrounds to jointly insure!
There seemed to be no hope of making money through work, so we had to find another way out.
Then head south immediately, and reach the relatively warm south before autumn arrives, so as not to freeze to death in Tianjin during the winter.
Of course, there is one more thing that seems more urgent right now.
Zhao Han came to a pharmacy and asked, "Shopkeeper, do you have any trauma medicine?"
"What kind of trauma?" the shopkeeper asked.
Zhao Han was silent for a moment and chose to tell the truth: "Anal fissure..."
Yesterday I had constipation, a broken wound, and blood flowing like an uncle visiting me.
