Zhu Cilang felt that his bones were almost disintegrated by the bumps. Finally, the convoy stopped to rest. He stretched completely relaxed and came out of the carriage.

Changping General Li Shouyan came over with several subordinates. They respected the young prince very much.

"Your Highness, the civilians are all very tired. We can only sleep in the wilderness tonight. Your Highness should wear more clothes to prevent catching a cold." Li Shouyan bowed.

Zhu Cilang said "yes" unanimously, and his body was not so fragile. At this time, the sky gradually became dark, and Li Shouyan set his subordinates on the periphery of the guards. The civilians and the carriage were surrounded by the core.

Logically speaking, no one dared to deal with this huge military pay in the Fengning land of the Three Thousand Ming Army. However, for the poor and crazy bandits, they should not be taken lightly, as they can do anything.

The villagers lit a bonfire, and the early spring night was still cold. The Ming soldiers standing guard on the outside were stomping their feet and breathing, and the bonfire brought a hint of warmth to everyone.

As the bonfires began to ignite, the villagers gathered together in groups. Unfortunately, the recruited villagers had no wages. To put it bluntly, they were all a group of messy servants.

What is a messy mansion? The messy man here refers to temporary recruitment of husbands and money and goods such as silver, banknotes, chariots, horses, etc. When building cities, building roads, managing water conservancy, building government offices, and sending food and grass, all are sent to the service at any time.

This kind of servitude has no fixed time and is often not paid. Occasionally, the number of remunerations is small, not enough to be enough for the journey.

There are many types of miscellaneous servants, and they are levied from time to time, which often occupy a large amount of people's power, resulting in "the poor and weak who cannot win will go bankrupt and unemployed". For this reason, the people often take various methods to avoid miscellaneous servants. The wealthy and powerful families bribed the government to avoid it, or pretended to be station households to avoid it; the poor may either be the family members of the kings and nobles, or act as wealthy people, or the tenants of the temples to escape, which resulted in a large loss of household registration.

These civilians who transport military pay not only have no money, but also have to bring their own dry food.

That's right, the court does not care about your food and accommodation. You are working for the court for free. These civilians can be described as miserable.

They were guarding a car full of white silver, and most of the people were even wearing straw sandals. Almost everyone carried a cloth bag, and in the cloth bag, they were their dry food. Inside, except for some bran, corn, and some coarse grains and mixed rice.

Even these things are often reluctant to eat. There is already a little vitality on the land in early spring. These folks drove their carriages along the way, and the wild vegetables and fruits they encountered along the way were picked and put in their own cloth bags.

At night, they would gather together in groups of three or five. They mixed the wild vegetables and even leaves picked during the day into the black grain brown rice, and boiled them into a large pot of thick food. That was their supper.

Even most of the time, these villagers only have one meal a day. Because they have to save food, the little food they carry with them is not enough to go back and forth.

Along the way, Zhu Cixuan did not have much time to deal with these civilians. Zhu Cixuan was unaware of these things.

This time, he stayed in this wilderness. Zhu Cilang, who was idle, got out of the carriage, and he noticed the group of men.

The pot of wild vegetable porridge was boiled, and the air smelled like wild vegetable.

Zhu Cilang sniffed hard, and the smell was not very good. The secret guard Meng Fanchao beside him, and the Jinyiwei Qianhu Xia Dechao and Li Hao followed behind. In front, Li Shouyan was leading the way.

"Your Highness the Crown Prince is careful at your feet." Li Shouyan reminded him while leading the way.

Zhu Cixuan has his own special kitchen, and there are people who are caring to serve him along the way. This time, Zhu Cixuan did not go to eat his kitchen, but walked towards the group of civilians.

This shocked Li Shouyan and others. How could the prince be with these untouchables? Didn’t this reduce his identity?

But along the way, everyone understood the temper of the prince, and no one dared to stop him. Everyone had to accompany him carefully and follow Zhu Cixuan.

It was time for the villagers to start their meals, and the cooked porridge was eaten. Obviously, this was not the first time these villagers had done this kind of corvee service. They knew that unless you brought enough dry food, you could only live with each other.

The people's dietary tools are also varied. They cannot afford expensive iron or copper cooking utensils. Generally, more than a dozen people from the same group gather together to make an iron pot. The iron pot is used to cook porridge, and they hold a thick bowl or a scoop of water in their hands.

The thick bowl is heavy and fragile, so most people carry a scoop and use it to eat along the way.

They were like eating pig food, urging their heads into the water scoop in their hands. Wild vegetables could never provide the nutrients they needed to travel along the way, and everyone had a pale face and skinny skin.

"Your Highness the Crown Prince is here!" Li Hao, the Jinyiwei Qiangu in front, shouted.

The villagers immediately became panicked. They put down their cooking utensils and bowed to the ground together.

Zhu Cilang glared at Li Hao in front of him with hatred. It was obvious that he did not want to be so silly. He just wanted to see these civilians, not to show off the prince's majesty.

Li Hao, who felt that his flattery hit the horse's feet, was shocked and hurriedly stepped aside and lowered his head tactfully.

Zhu Cilang waved his hand: "Everyone is up, I just want to come and see you, what are you eating."

Zhu Cixuan noticed a civilian man beside him, and there was half a can of wild vegetable porridge in his hand.

The civilian man stared at a pair of frightened and confused eyes, and was stunned. Zhu Cixuan attached himself and picked up the water scoop in the civilian man's hand. Then he was stunned: "You guys, just eat this?"

Zhu Cilang couldn't believe that these wild vegetables that didn't even feed pigs would be the food source for this group of people to survive.

In fact, he was even more uncomfortable and didn't know that the messy men in the spring were lucky, at least there were wild vegetables to eat. If they were in the midst of winter, it would be dead.

Zhu Cilang looked back at the people around him. Xia Dechao, Li Hao and others lowered their heads in shame. General Li Shouyan also looked embarrassed: "Your Highness, the last general, and the soldiers under the last general will sometimes fill their stomachs with this."

That's right, everyone's life is actually not easy. The Ming army soldiers under Li Shouyan sometimes use wild vegetables to fill their hunger when food is not enough.

Zhu Cilang was shocked. What kind of Ming Dynasty was this? Could it be that such a Ming Dynasty is really saved?
Chapter completed!