Lao Sun, an antique businessman, is also a literati, so he knew that there was a rich man named Shi Su. His history of getting rich was robbing the rich man while he was in his post. Lao Sun sighed: "What you earn is not as fast as you rob it. Shi Sue was burdened by his family's wealth back then, and the Wen family also embarked on this path."

When he met Lin Peng on the official road, Lin Peng told him what he heard from Shang Zhibao. Lao Sun frowned and harmed people for a piece of tiles. Wen Tingyu could really do it.

In this matter, we must discuss right and wrong. Lin Peng did not provoke Wen Tingyu. Lin Peng took revenge and had no grudges with Lao Sun. Lao Sun was entrusted by others, and it would be useless to not take it.

The sky became colder and snowy at night. It was a state of wealthy people. However, Lao Sun wanted to do a big thing, so he would not touch a single sip of wine. He also wrapped his beloved teapot with a warm cover made by his wife. After taking a sip of hot tea, Lao Sun thought of the precious teapot of the Wen family, and he was about to have a handful of it.

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The sky was gloomy and looked like snow, but the cold temperature was actually not low. There was snow in Nanxing, and sometimes it was very heavy. It depends on the cold air passing through the mountain and the cold air coming from the plain. However, after crossing mountains and ridges and traveling for a long distance, there were very few arrivals in Nanxing.

It is difficult to form a heavy snow-covered door. It is nothing for rich people to warm the pavilion and red plum hand stove to face the hot pot. The poor people on the streets and alleys will suffer without a house, charcoal, no clothes, no food and so on.

The alms in the yamen are their fixed source of life, and the care is taken by kind-hearted people or those who occasionally pretend to be kind-hearted.

In such a dynasty, the constraints of the system, the lag in transportation, the imperfect coordination, and various bad habits, which caused refugees every year. King Liang Ren of Jin was not a rich child with big fuss. Although his title was followed by the word "Your Highness", he could not bear to refuse any refugees. Even though he knew that some people were lazy and were lazy to eat, he would perfunctorily eat and eat perfunctorily, and he would perfunctorily eat himself in spring and harvest in autumn. Before winter, he would carry his bedding and take his home to Nanxing for relief. Liang Ren was also unwilling to worry.

How could those refugees who look like old-fashioned faces encounter natural disasters every year? However, they do not have high requirements for quality of life. They have a place to sleep even if they sleep on the eaves, and have food to eat in winter, even if they are half hungry and half full.

This kind of kindness brings certain benefits. For example, some refugees think that Nanxing's system is better, so they will come with a few families in the second year. Nanxing's yamen has special rules for leaving refugees. Refugees will quietly circulate among the refugees that can open wastelands and reduce taxes when staying in Nanxing. Those who are willing to verify can ask the yamen runners who distribute porridge and rice to determine whether to change their residence.

Nanxing's wealth was brought by a leading man, King Liang Ren of Jin, and the actual completion was jointly undertaken by all the officials below, Chengpingbo, the deceased Master Qiao, who was also an official, and all the yamen runners' clerks.

Also, it is an indisputable fact that the people of Nanxing are rich. When Mrs. Chengpingbo was not married, her sister-in-law Ding was harshly robbing her and she could save more than one or two silver dollars. Every winter, many rich people were willing to give alms when they were difficult before.

It was dawn, and the sound of footsteps of people around her awakened Xiaoqin. She looked at the figures walking out of the entrance of Dingxiang Lane in her hazy eyes, subconsciously approached the side and pushed her temporary companions on the way.

"Aunt Ping, I've gone to get the porridge and rice."

After saying this, Xiaoqin completely opened her eyes and found that the companions who slept here last night were gone, only she and Aunt Ping, who also had a ragged bedding.

He muttered, "Leave us behind again," and shook the person in the bedside more and more vigorously: "Aunt Ping, we're late again."

Dingxiang Lane is a famous beggar street in the Nanxing Royal City. After Liang Ren arrived, he repaired and strengthened it and turned it into a huge open space with a roof covering the wind and rain. The ground is about one foot higher than the entrance of the alley. Whether it is beggars or refugees, they can sleep with a squeeze.

When most people left like this, the open space suddenly became cold, and Xiaoqin urged me. A half-gray hair impatiently squeezed out the bedding that was rolled into a barrel. The middle-aged woman looked confused and her voice was terrible: "Okay, I'm late anyway, why are you anxious?"

Xiaoqin brought out grievances. She was half-crazy and half-silly about this woman who formed a small group on the way, but she didn't want to take care of her. Sometimes she had a bad temper. The nine-year-old poor child of Xiaoqin was already in the family and was also awkward.

She thought of her parents, and she curled her mouth a few times, tears rolling in her eyes, but she herself and Aunt Ping needed to take care of her. She hoped that Aunt Ping would not work. Xiaoqin carried her body and pursed her tears, turned her face and continued to push Aunt Ping like nothing was wrong: "If it's too late, you have to go to a few more streets to have porridge. If there is no porridge shed, you have to go to beg for food."

Xiaoqin doesn’t like being a beggar. She doesn’t know the word “dignity”, but she feels differently when receiving the porridge and rice.

Aunt Ping sat up with her face. She never wanted to fold her bedding, but Xiaoqin didn't. She folded it again and felt like she was at home.

Just as he was folded, Aunt Ping slammed her butt towards the sky, her ears pressed to the ground, her eyes full of vigilance.

At this moment, she was sober, as if she was thinking about something quickly. Before Xiaoqin was asked behind her, Aunt Ping hugged her in her arms, smeared a handful of dust from the land they rubbed around, and wiped Xiaoqin's already dirty face into the bottom of the pot.

This action scared Xiaoqin. She shrank into Aunt Ping's arms and whispered: "Who is here?"

With a coaxing voice, the refugees who had just walked out of the alley said unevenly: "Hello, Madam, do you still want to hire a worker?"

"Madam Chengping Bo!" Xiaoqin squeezed out of Aunt Ping's arms, and her black little face lit up a little.

On the way to escape, Xiaoqin met a man with bad intentions. No matter what his identity is, sometimes he might be a refugee on the same road. Before meeting Aunt Ping, Xiaoqin protected herself in difficulty. After meeting Aunt Ping, the half-crazy and half-silly woman was extremely sensitive to someone's approach and always protected Xiaoqin in her arms early.

Today is no exception, but Xiaoqin forced her arms to break away and smiled and said white teeth. Her conditions did not allow cleaning her teeth, but everything she grew up was beautiful, and the teeth were the same, as white as jade.

"Mrs. I said she might hire our wife. Aunt Ping quickly and stop being too slow," Xiaoqin dragged Aunt Ping.

Aunt Ping spoke, her hoarse voice seemed to be dehydrated all year round: "I heard a man." She just heard heavy footsteps, the differences in physique between men and women and the constraints of this dynasty system, women hardly take on external affairs, and the ladies pursue lightness when walking.

The shouts were getting louder and louder, and a woman's voice came out: "You retreat, don't squeeze into my wife, back down,"

Xiaoqin looked over with bright eyes, Aunt Ping was speechless, and she could see that she was reluctant to accept it. The nine-year-old Xiaoqin was an exception. The two walked towards the bustling place and saw a black cloak with black veil. It was indeed a woman.

Aunt Ping whispered, "Why are you covered in black?"

"Her husband passed away." Xiaoqin said.

"Can my husband go out even if he dies?"

"Qiqi has passed,"

Aunt Ping looked at Xiaoqin: "Where did you know that you came here on the same day as me?"

Xiaoqin smiled: "The uncle from the same village said that he went to Nanxing Wangcheng to work as a hired worker." His voice gradually faded, and his smile disappeared: "On the day I returned to the village, my parents died, and the uncle from the same village came to help. I heard them talking. He said that Mrs. Chengpingbo was picking hired workers from begging for food,"

"This is not the reason why you ran hundreds of miles here alone, right?" Aunt Ping was sympathetic.

Xiaoqin's shoulder twitched and she cried, "Uncle wants to sell me, I have nowhere to go,"

Aunt Ping patted her: "Okay, I don't like crying, nor do I like watching others cry. Don't bother me, let me think of a way. If her family is good enough, I will take you in."

"real?"

Xiaoqin sniffed, held back her tears, and her ears twitched, her eyes attracted by the front and couldn't be taken back: "I'm giving up things, Aunt Ping, please wait for me to get them." She squeezed into the crowd without hesitation.

Aunt Ping was standing there and sighed, "Silly girl, I don't know if she's good or not, I just want to be her employer."

Thinking about it again, she was also bored, and she was not the same. She heard that the King of Jin in Nanxing treated refugees well and could have a place to settle down, so she came.

OK, she went up to see if it was the same as what she heard.

In this dynasty where the spread of news was lagging behind, even if Liang Ren climbed the high school and called him, he would come to Nanxing. Nanxing was given relatively preferential treatment and could not cover a large range at a certain time, and those who heard it may not believe it.

It is a big deal to abandon your home and change it to a new place. In addition, traffic is also hindered. Who can spend time trying this in your life?

There are not many people who really come to change the environment, but everyone who is willing to come has difficulties.

As Xiaoqin said that, Aunt Ping quietly looked at the people in the lively venue. This may be her food, clothing, housing and transportation for the rest of her life, and she would not be wrong at all.

The thick veil blocked Mrs. Chengpingbo's face. Aunt Ping could not see her expression, so she could not judge the other person's truth, goodness, falsehood, on the face.

The veil is a good thing. Mrs. Chengpingbo eagerly accepted it. It blocked the disciples and did not give them the thought of playing tricks.

There is a certain reason to look at people from the face, and the heart nourishes the outside. People who are kind all year round often have gentle eyes. When it comes to this, someone needs to carry them. People who are good at disguising often have representatives of kind-hearted and kind-hearted people. People who can disguise their faces cannot disguise their words.

Some people can hear the attack or tolerant of others, and the restraint or correct others as soon as they open their mouths.

Aunt Ping looked at the noble lady. She couldn't come forward to talk now, and those who could disguise their words could not disguise their behavior.

When the north wind was blowing to the strongest, little white flowers appeared under the hood. She mourned her husband. Then she looked at the things she and the people she brought, snow-white steamed buns, rice balls as big as fists, and jars of pickles. Every time she sent a steamed bun, she gave a small piece of pickles.

In addition, she also brought some coarse cloth to the thin-clad elderly and children. She was not very close to the refugees, and she rarely even divided things with her own hands. However, she leaned forward from beginning to end, and under the influence of the angle, she could occasionally see the eyes exposed under the hood full of concern.

This concern is like a knife, piercing straight into Aunt Ping's heart, making her heart that has been silent for a long time feel sore and numb. Tears flow into her eyes, like a pool of mountain spring water that has been blocked for a long time, gushing out.

Tears flowed out two rays of white, which was very different from the darkness on the cheeks and noses around them. Fortunately, no one saw them, and no one would stare at a bunch of dirty and dark refugees for a long time, unless they were kind-hearted, they would not easily see the pin-like white among the bunch of refugees.

This gave Aunt Ping some time, allowing her to find that she was crying. She raised her sleeves to wipe her tears. A circle of black around her sleeves made her makeup even again. Aunt Ping's self-talk came out again: "This kind of vision should not be a fake good person."

Since she entered the refugee team, people who passed by the state and the prefectures saw many kind people. Their eyes were pity and the worst was mockery.

While giving things to others, you can experience this difference with a smile. This is the worst kind, and the pity that makes Aunt Ping hurt. Who would be willing to be a refugee?

Concern is based on an equal identity, which comes from real concern.

Aunt Ping made up her mind to walk towards Mrs. Chengpingbo. After the last steamed bun was finished, the last piece of coarse cloth was left. In the voice of gratitude, Mrs. Chengpingbo was surrounded by her carriage.

Aunt Ping could only stop. Xiaoqin squeezed in, raised the steamed buns in her hand happily, and said proudly: "I have four steamed buns and four pickles. Aunt Ping, half of them are yours."

Thinking of the conversation between the two people just now, I felt guilty: "I forgot to ask her if she wants to hire a worker."

Aunt Ping patted her hand: "No hurry, we are still in Nanxing, and we will meet her." This was also said to herself. It is always right to watch it a few more times before looking for the master.

Xiaoqin was happy and pulled her back to the place where the two of them were sleeping and began to share the food.

Mrs. Chengpingbo did not expect anyone to peek at her, and she thought a lot. She talked to Qin in the carriage, and what she was talking about was about hiring workers.

She wanted to restore her family property, even more than when Chengpingbo was alive. She wanted to let all those who still follow her know that the income of not betrayal is higher. People live for food, clothing, housing and transportation. The difference between betrayal and loyalty lies in food, clothing, housing and transportation.

"The farm needs people, and the shop needs people, but there are enough strong people. Let's pick some elderly people and children to hire."

Mrs. Chengpingbo would not admit that the reason why she said this is that she can't stand the elderly and children wandering on the streets. Adults may be an opportunity to encounter difficulties. The elderly and children are lacking in physical strength and reaction as a whole. When they encounter problems, they bow their heads to make Mrs. Chengpingbo think of her former self.

Qin might be able to speak to the butler, but she is also ignorant about managing the entire family. She continued to speak, usually Mrs. Chengpingbo talks to herself.

Outside the door of Chengping Bo Mansion, Mrs. Nangong, Mrs. Jiang and others watched the carriage arrive with a smile. The carriage had the logo of the Earl's Mansion, and they all showed kind smiles.

Mrs. Chengpingbo and Qin were alert at the first time, but they didn't post, so what were they doing?
Chapter completed!