"Last name?"

"The surname is Feng, the given name is Chuan, and the courtesy name is Bo Mao."

"Where is your family name?"

"Bingzhou Shangdang Huguan."

Feng Chuan looked nervously at Shu Cao, who was immersed in writing.

Fortunately, the secretary didn't ask why he was sent here.

Although the other party should have known about it or expected it.

But Feng Chuan didn't want to say that he was an outcast in front of so many people.

For Feng Chuan, this was almost an insult.

"Do you have any skills?"

Feng Chuan was stunned for a moment: "Craftsmanship?"

"No skills?"

Shu Cao raised his head and looked at Feng Chuan with a serious face and no sarcasm in his eyes. It looked like he was asking a very ordinary question.

But Feng Chuan still felt a rush of blood rushing to his forehead.

Although this journey has been full of hardships, you don’t look like a craftsman, right?

"I don't know how to craft!"

Feng Chuan, who still couldn't let go of his figure, spoke louder in order to deny that he was a craftsman, and even he was shocked.

Knowing that he was reckless, he read the book with some worry.

Shu Cao's expression remained unchanged, but there was something strange in his eyes:

"You don't know any crafts? You don't know anything?"

Feng Chuan blushed.

"Can you read?"

Feng Chuan was granted amnesty and hurriedly replied:

"Yes, yes, this will."

"What books have you read?"

This time, Feng Chuan's face became hot again and he felt a little ashamed:

"I only have a rough grasp of writing and calligraphy, and I specialize in studying "Spring and Autumn" and "The Analects of Confucius," but I am not yet proficient in it."

This time, it was Shu Cao's turn to twitch his face:

Enter his mother's!

You have already studied professionally, and yet you still claim that you are proficient in writing?

You, the children of aristocratic families, are really...unworldly!

But when you get here, I'm afraid you have to find fireworks to eat by yourself!

"Where are the relatives in the family register? We asked them to come over and register."

Feng Chuan breathed a sigh of relief, turned around quickly, and called his mother and two sisters.

In fact, he also has a wife and a son, but the son is too young, not yet three years old.

So his wife and son stayed in Tongyi.

The emperor of the Han Dynasty issued a special edict: children under five years old and elderly people over fifty can temporarily stay in Tongyi when they move to the border areas.

Regardless of whether you are young or old, there can be one more person around you to take care of your daily needs.

It has to be said that this generation of Emperor Liu was indeed merciful - otherwise, according to law, these people would be driven on the road, and I don't know how many people would be thrown on the roadside.

After the clerk finished registering, he handed over another piece of paper:

"Take it, don't throw it away. This is the proof of exchange for your family's rations."

After finishing the instructions, he pointed in another direction, "Did you see that sign? Follow it, take this certificate, and exchange for your rations and blankets."

When Feng Chuan heard this, although he was a little disbelieving, he still subconsciously held on to the certificate for fear of being blown away by the wind.

Everything in the family, including property, land, and servants, has been expropriated.

Apart from the clothes I carry with me, I only have a few personal belongings left.

I was originally worried that I would starve to death when I got here.

Unexpectedly, the government actually distributed food rations.

It was really unexpected.

Although the rations are not much, they are enough for a person's hair, a bag of millet, and a bag of gray rice flour.

Basically, it is enough to feed Feng Chuan's family for a month.

Each person was also given a blanket.

The blanket was of poor quality and had a pungent smell. You could tell it was made of scraps.

If it were in the past, Feng Chuan's family probably wouldn't even take a look.

But now, they are hugging the blanket tightly and not letting go, as if they are holding precious silk.

Although there was a place to rest at night along the way, they spent many nights wishing that it would be great if there was something they could wrap themselves in while sleeping.

We have food and clothing, and even a place to live.

Feng Chuan's family was allocated two domes.

There is also a small coal stove in each dome - of course, it can also burn cattle and sheep dung.

There is also a clay pot for cooking and eating, and a wooden spoon is placed in the clay pot.

"These things are all lent to you by the government in advance, and they will be converted into money and grain to be returned later."

Cao Cao, who led them here, briefly introduced the situation here, told them the precautions, and finally left with these instructions.

Seeing the living conditions that were worse than those of the slaves in the clan before, Feng Chuan felt not disgusted nor angry, but actually felt a hint of joy:

"Finally I have a place to live."

After being convicted, he moved from Shangdang to Tongyi, and then from Tongyi to Jiuyuan.

During this journey, we had to eat and sleep in the open air, and we were always on tenterhooks.

Who would have thought that when we got here, we would still have food and shelter? It was much better than imagined.

"I don't know how long it will take to return these things."

Feng's mother was a woman in her forties, holding a blanket in her arms with a worried look on her face.

How can there be any free benefit in this world?

Not to mention that they are exiles.

The more you give, the harder you will be punished in the future.

Feng Chuan was open-minded, but he shook his head:

"Mom, what's the use of thinking about this now?"

After a pause, he said again:

"Based on our current situation, it is not an exaggeration to say that we are eating fish and meat. Even if they openly rob us, we are unable to resist."

"Why go to all this trouble and borrow food and accommodation? What are you trying to do?"

Moreover, in their current situation, they basically have nothing. What is there that is worthy of the other party making such a big calculation?

Wouldn't it be better to grab it directly?

After hearing what her son said, Feng's mother naturally reacted. Is this true?

"Let's rest first. I haven't had a good rest during this whole trip."

Anyway, we have reached this point and there is no point in thinking about it any more.

Not to mention that the current situation is much better than imagined.

The youngest sister looked at the small coal stove and clay pot and asked hesitantly:

"Brother, should we cook some more millet?"

Although when we first arrived, the government gave everyone a large bowl of hot rice porridge and a large steamed bun made of Yutou powder.

It's not right to say I'm hungry, but I always want to eat one more bite.

Feng Chuan's eyes also fell on the small coal stove, and he subconsciously touched his belly.

Finally he shook his head:
To be continued...