msmithbooks Chapter 5 False Evidence and Disaster Victims
Chapter 5 False Evidence and Disaster Victims
Ever since he knew that he could still buy writing brushes from the craftsmen of the City Lord’s Mansion, Xinghe once again deeply realized his lack of understanding of this era, and to deeply understand this world, it is obviously impossible to follow these beggars, so he issued a false certificate issue was brought up again on the agenda.
This day, after Xinghe and the beggars finished eating rabbit soup for supper, they asked the old beggar where he could get a fake certificate.
The old beggar told him worriedly: "The master bookkeeper in the city manages the household registration, but the master bookkeeper is greedy for money and lust, not to mention how much money it costs to ask him to do things, just being seen by the master bookkeeper I'm afraid it will be bad." .”
Xinghe didn't take it seriously, but if the master really dared to attack him, he would beat him until he couldn't take care of himself.
Seeing this, the old beggar said: "The surname of Xiacai City Lord is Zhao. He is a distant relative of the City Lord Zhao. A fist is no match for four hands."
Xinghe: ………
Ever since I got the brush and can use skills, my courage has increased greatly, and I forgot that I am just a trumpet now.
Is there no way?
"Don't worry, Mr. Xiaolang, there is no other way." Seeing Xinghe's irritability, the old beggar said with a smile, "It's just that it might be a little dangerous."
"Speak quickly." Xinghe's eyes lit up, and he urged in repeated voices.
"Mr. Xiaolang, have you ever heard that the border town of Xiliang has suffered a drought, and now there are refugees migrating here?"
Xinghe happened to hear what the old doctor and the man had said, so he nodded.
The old beggar continued: "Xiliang is not like our Dayong who has a public servant. The imperial court rescued the people quickly, and even the people who were hit by the disaster had a way to survive. Most of the people who were hit by the disaster in their side fled with their families. Xiliang People also know the benefits of our Dayong, and many of them fled to our side.
After Ren Gong knew that the refugees from Xiliang had come, he asked them to move to Kang County, a hundred miles in front of Xiacai, to settle down, and they were not allowed to disturb the people of Yong Dynasty on the way.I am afraid that many people will starve to death in this disaster in the border town. Refugees who have suffered disasters since ancient times, there are some who cannot survive in a village along the way. You only need to mix into the refugee team and replace someone. , and then find the fellow refugees and Mr. Lang to testify to each other, and they can naturally settle in Kang County. "
In the past few nights, when I was chatting with beggars and talking about ancient times, I heard about Kang County. In the past, years of wars, the county guard at that time could not resist, so he asked people to lead the people to take refuge in advance. Kang County was occupied by the enemy for a long time. After a period of time, fewer people came back, and now there are few families in Kang County within a radius of ten miles.
Xinghe praised: "It is indeed a good way."
The old beggar said again: "It's just that the journey from the border town of Xiliang to Kang County in our country is far away, and it takes more than a month. Board and lodging along the way will be a problem. Even if Mr. Xiao Lang joins halfway and is a warrior, the journey will be difficult."
You have to do it even when it is difficult. Luyin is the ID card of this era. Without an ID card, it is difficult to move forward.
Xinghe made up his mind and thought about how long the journey would take to pretend to be a refugee. He needed to make more preparations, so he hunted for more than ten days in a row to exchange money, making the suburban birds, rabbits, and wolves almost extinct. .
He also asked the old beggar what he needed to bring on the road, and bought enough dry food, salt, fire packs, clothes to keep out the cold, spare medicines, etc., and bought a real writing brush with the pen maker of the city lord's mansion. Writing brushes, I used up almost all the money in my hand before finishing the calculation.
After bidding farewell to the beggars in the Earth Temple, Xinghe walked towards the route of the refugees.
If he really sneaked into the refugee team and traveled all the way to Kang County, Xinghe would need the witnesses of the fellow refugees to testify with him before he could settle down in Kang County.Therefore, after Xinghe Daqinggong ran day and night for several days and finally saw the refugee team, he did not mix in directly, but observed secretly for a few days. In addition to making himself look like these refugees, the more important thing is to give himself Create a false identity that all the companions in the same village are dead, and then look for soft-hearted and reliable refugees with suitable conditions to go with them, in order to gain trust. After arriving in Kang County, even if the companions see some flaws, they are willing to guarantee him. .
Xinghe didn't have the self-confidence that people would never find out that he was wrong. If he hadn't relied on his great lightness to run fast, he wouldn't have dared to easily decide to use this method to mix up a guide.
Like a refugee, Xinghe covered his head and face with dust so that he couldn't see his face, and then changed into the shabby clothes of a beggar who was "kindly gifted" by the old beggar and was about the same size as him. One of the goals to walk past.
Xinghe's target is an old scholar. Even if he fled, he would still be wearing a shabby robe, unlike most refugees, who would be wearing bunts.The old scholar was traveling with a family of three a few days ago, and Xinghe still heard that the child in that family was called Mr. Old Scholar.
The group of people who escaped from the border city of Xiliang had already eaten up the little food left in their hands in Xiliang, but after arriving in Dayong, their condition improved a lot, and there was no Yizi that Xinghe imagined. The situation of starvation everywhere.
Listening secretly these past few days, it turned out that the prime minister sent soldiers to distribute dry food along the route. Although there was not enough to feed people, it was not enough to starve to death.In this way, the refugees would not go to the city to beg in spite of the prime minister's ban of "not disturbing the people of the Yong Dynasty" under the unbearable hunger, but marched from the wild all the way to Kang County in a regular manner.
It's just that the officers and soldiers didn't care about other business besides distributing dry food at fixed points along the road.The dry food distributed was not enough to feed the people, and this group of people was the last group in the refugee line, and the leaves of the trees along the way were all wiped clean.When they are far away from the sight of officers and soldiers, bullying will inevitably happen.The dry food of the family of three was snatched away by a group of tangled gangsters yesterday evening, and they went out to save the dry food of the old scholar who was away temporarily.
The old scholar had already distributed the dry food in his hands to the three members of the family, but people's hearts were unpredictable, just because it was a long way from the next supply point, fearing that such a small amount of dry food would not be enough for four people, the three members of the family ignored the old scholar's life and stole it in the middle of the night. All the dry food the old scholar left overnight.
Xinghe waited until the old scholar was dizzy from hunger and started to gnaw on the bark before handing over a pancake: "Sir, eat this."
The old scholar didn't take the pancakes directly, but leaned against the tree and looked at Xinghe for a while, enduring his dizziness, as if he recognized that Xinghe was not his student: "What's your name, Mr. Xiaolang?"
Xinghe passed the pancake forward again: "Sir, my name is Xinghe."
The old scholar took the pancake this time, and didn't refute Xinghe's "Sir", Xinghe knew it was done, and handed the kettle to the old scholar.
The old scholar took a rest after eating the pancakes, led Xinghe back to the refugee team, and asked, "Where is Xinghe from?"
Xinghe replied: "From Li Family Village."
After a pause, he added: "Li Xinghe."
Naturally, Xinghe is not from Lijiazhuang, nor is his name Li Xinghe, this is the false identity he found for himself during the past few days of secret observation.
Of course, this false identity is not perfect.Because the imperial court distributed relief on a fixed-point basis, at least in the territory of the Yong Dynasty, the refugees did not suffer much casualties. Except for a few who were robbed of dry food and starved to death, most of them died of freezing to death and illness.Lijiazhuang is the village where the old man and his family of three lived, and now there are only four of them left.
But those who starve to death are rare, if there is no Xinghe, the old scholar may also become a starving ghost.
The old scholar naturally understood this truth, so even though he clearly knew that what Xing He said was false, he still didn't expose it, but gave him a better identity.
The old man said softly: "You are Liu Xinghe from Liujiazhuang. There is a big landlord in Liujiazhuang, Mr. Liu. The population in the village is relatively small, and everyone is his tenant. This time Mr. Liu's family withheld all the food in the village. You were transported to the capital city of Xiliang to seek refuge with relatives, and most of the people in Liujia Village did not leave Xiliang, and you survived only by the help of others along the way."
Xinghe paused, with gratitude in his eyes: "Yes, thank you sir."
When Xinghe rests at night, he uses his internal strength, because everyone sleeps in the wild around the pole fire, and there are not a few people who lean on each other and sleep while sitting. That kind of light effect, unless it is very close, others can't feel it.Xinghe often chooses a relatively remote place, which is not conspicuous except for his posture is too correct.
Although there is no level for him to intuitively know his current level, he can already use the skills of Li Jing Yi Dao to hold the needle and the game needle.The old scholar was old and weak, and had been homeless for more than a month. Even if the family of three hadn't stolen his dry food, he was almost unable to survive.Xinghe found that the old scholar was not in good condition, so he would often give him a few needle-holding needles at night while he was asleep. The old scholar felt that his body was much stronger, and thought that he had adapted to the current life.
That night, Xinghe was meditating and performing exercises as usual, when suddenly there was a commotion. It turned out that the group of gangsters who robbed other people's dry food came again.Xinghe finished his work, and when he opened his eyes, he saw the anxious face of the old scholar. Those gangsters came from their direction.
When the refugees saw the gangsters coming, they knew it was not good, so they packed up and saluted and ran away in the dark, waiting for the chaos to pass before returning.Just as Xinghe and the old scholar were about to pack their bags, a ferocious-looking gangster rushed towards them, yelling, "Hey! There are two more over here! You two, old and young, still want to Run? You can leave if you want, leave the dry food for Grandpa, and you can go again!" After speaking, he went to pull the package on Xinghe's back.
How can Xinghe ask someone to take away his package, take out the writing brush that he made by himself that is hidden next to his body, shake his hand and point at Shang Yang.Shang Yang pointed out that it was an instant skill with continuous damage and low damage. Xinghe put the pen back into his sleeve and stopped punching the bastard with his internal strength.The bastard was in pain from being hit by Shang Yang's fingers, thinking that Xinghe's fist was strong, he hurriedly called out to his companions.
Xinghe followed suit, and the seven or eight gangsters who came with him were beaten and rolled all over the floor, screaming, and finally helped each other to leave.
The refugees on the side snatched back their rations from the ruffians who looked like defeated soldiers, and immediately cheered for Xinghe.
On the other hand, when the old scholar saw Xinghe's ability to fight like this, he had something meaningful in his eyes.Xinghe didn't care either. Although he chose to meditate in remote places far away from the crowd, he never avoided the old scholar. The old scholar should have guessed that he would know martial arts, but he didn't know to what extent.
Ever since defeating the bastards, Xinghe has faintly become the leader of this small group of refugees.Those gangsters didn't bother him again, and after walking for more than ten days, they finally arrived in Kang County.