The cold wind blew outside the house. Inside, Zhao Yun ordered people to bring dry firewood and lit the brazier. Gongsun Yan and Gongsun Cheng spent the night on the haystack in the house, spread with moisture-proof mats and sleeping bags.
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Gongsunyan used to be a hypocritical person who loved himself very much, but now he is less than half a month old and has already adapted well to the dark rooms and the damp and moldy smell of the late Han Dynasty.
If she finds a small insect crawling on the end of hay, she can calmly twist it to death and throw it into the brazier.
Just when she felt a little complacent that she had adapted well, the tragic situation of real civilians in the late Han Dynasty barbarously broke into her sight.
The inconvenience she once thought was nothing compared to poverty.
Li Kui, named Jiang Xing, stood in the main room.
It was the first time that Gongsun Yan saw such terrible old age and misery in a person.
It was obviously his home, but when faced with a young lady like Gongsun Yan who was staying overnight, his expression was as frightened as a taut bow string, and he bowed his head with a humble attitude.
"Mr. Jiang, please sit down." Gongsun Yan pointed to the hay mat arranged in the main room.
"Don't take it seriously, don't take it seriously." Jiang Xingcheng bent down in fear.
There were still two coats left from the coats he had just purchased, and they were placed on the baggage cart. Zhao Yun followed Gongsun Yan's instructions and gave one to the old man.
Because it was leftover, I couldn't choose any size. The ill-fitting coat was draped over the old man's body, hanging down to his feet.
The coat was very warm, but Jiang Xing was extremely frightened inside.
He has lived a long time, and he knows that there are no free benefits in this world.
Destiny doesn't give free gifts.
To people from aristocratic families, they are just like dirt on the ground, and the soles of their shoes will be dirty even if they step on them.
He was extremely anxious all night, he just hoped that the beautiful young woman had a kind heart and saw him pitifully, rather than having any other intentions.
Now standing in the main room of his home, surrounded by familiar decorations, Jiang Xing did not dare to raise his head, let alone accept the honorific title of this young woman.
"Just stand, little man." Even though he lowered his head and bowed his waist so that no one could see him, Jiang Xing still had a flattering and humble smile on his face.
Gongsun Yan, who was sitting on her knees, felt a little nervous. She could see the humility and caution in the old man in front of her.
She could even imagine in a dramatic way how much oppression this old man had suffered from the warlords of the aristocratic family.
But this attitude is not conducive to good communication.
"Mr. Jiang, I'm very grateful to you for taking us in." She tried two more times to get the old man to sit down, but both ended in failure. Gongsun Yan saw that the more polite she was, the more frightened he became, so she couldn't help but sigh and get straight to the point.
"I want to know about the situation and population here." Gongsun Yan saw the old man's expression change and continued: "I want the people here to follow us and move to Lingzhi."
Jiang Xing's heart skipped a beat, and he yelled out of control: "No!"
It was common for warlord families throughout the late Han Dynasty to plunder people and use them as shelter, but this did not mean that the civilians who were plundered were willing.
Not to mention that the inability to leave one's homeland has been a sentiment passed down by Chinese people for thousands of years. In the late Han Dynasty, migration was always accompanied by death.
All warlords are short of food to support their private armies, so how can they use food and grass to feed the hungry people they robbed?
A large number of people with their families and families were forced to embark on the migration road by swords. They lacked food and clothing and were thrown to death on the road, not to mention such bad snowy weather.
Even if they reach their destination alive, what awaits them is slavery and maidservants, extremely harsh labor, and they have no choice but to live or die.
As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Jiang Xing felt a little regretful.
The opponent's hundreds of well-equipped cavalry could not fit under bows and swords. He refused. This kind of inquiry was probably just a polite request.
But Jiang Xing still raised his head, with a pleading look on his face full of grooves: "Madam, please have mercy. These are all the old, weak, sick and disabled who are fleeing, and there are not many young and strong. Madam, please come again, and again..." Here are all
They are worthless miserable people, please spare them once.
"Well, it's okay if you don't want to." Don't look like you're about to cry. Gongsun Yan became at a loss.
Gongsun Yan did not know the tragic situation of the plundered population in the late Han Dynasty, and her original intention was not to move these people away now.
She does need a large number of people, but migration has to wait until she has established a firm foothold in Lingzhi and has her own territory to accommodate these people.
In her concept, when people are taken away, the most basic basic necessities of food, clothing, housing and transportation must be guaranteed for them, and the consent of the other party must be obtained.
It was this generation gap that made the two of them at odds with each other.
On the contrary, Zhao Yun, who was standing by to protect the safety, saw the misunderstanding between the two parties at a glance.
He had no choice but to apologize, stand up, and explain to Gongsun Yan the reason for Jiang Xing's behavior.
After hearing the tragic situation of the civilians during Zhao Yun's migration, Gongsun Yan understood why the old man was suddenly so excited, and patiently explained: "Don't worry, Mr. Jiang, since we are migrating, we must ensure everyone's food, clothing and safety during the journey."
"What?" Jiang Xing felt that he had heard wrongly!
Probably because of Zhao Yun's peaceful aura or Shifeng's kindness, Jiang Xing looked at him instinctively.
"Don't worry, Mr. Jiang, my wife is kind and will do what she says!" Zhao Yun promised, knowing his concerns.
"And we don't want everyone to move now." When Jiang Xing didn't dare to raise her head, Gongsun Yan moved her body and knelt down as her feet began to feel numb again.
Zhao Yun was close to her, and a smile flashed in his eyes when he saw her movements.
Facing an elderly person like Jiang Xing, Gongsun Yan's previous education made her soften her tone even more, "I can teach you how to make a kang first. What do you think, Mr. Jiang?"
"Kang?" Jiang Xing looked at Zhao Yun confused.
Zhao Yun looked at Gongsun Yan confused.
Another thing that touches Zhao Yun's blind spot in knowledge.
"Yes, Kang!" This is also the first step of Gongsun Yan's plan to help forces that are not his own!
Gongsun Yan thought about countless plans yesterday.
From the perspective of benefits, these people have not formally submitted to her or her subordinates, and the system will not judge these people as her subjects. No matter how much she pays, she will not get half a material point in income.
But without any profit, can she leave these people alone?
Her first reaction was that it would not only save people but also serve her own interests, so she engaged in recruitment.
It's a pity that she doesn't have that much charm. The shock of her body makes these people who have suffered enough trust her and bow to her.
She had thought about using power to overwhelm others and make the villagers join her first, but she gave up the idea after seeing the desperate look on Li Kui Jiang Xing's face.
She couldn't be such a bad person, and couldn't bear to see others looking at her with such pleading and desperate eyes.
You should act in an upright and upright way.
If she gets used to using force and oppression in the name of their good, ignoring the will of others, and carrying such a big golden finger, sooner or later she will get lost in power.
If she is assimilated into this era, she will no longer be the one who has already made a distinction in her heart, even if she doesn't say it with her mouth.
This is what Gongsun Yan has been telling himself in his heart after getting the trading device.
Be yourself and never forget your original intention.