Jiankang is lively and prosperous in winter. The snow on the streets is swept to the side, revealing the bluestone pavement. The wheels pressed over and made a creaking sound. Many people gathered together on the streets and alleys to discuss the current situation loudly.

Yesterday, a good news came, saying that the official army recovered Guangling, Jiangbei, and the northern barbarians were beaten to flee. They ran 500 miles in one night and fled north of the Huai River. Now the official army is taking advantage of the victory to pursue the Huainan prefectures and counties.

This is amazing good news. The people of Jiankang breathed a sigh of relief. Since the Zhou army was at the city at the beginning of the year, the official army had to destroy the power of the ox and treacherous forces to drive it back to the north shore. Now that they are driven away again, it means that Jiankang is safe.

Many ordinary people with worn-out clothes couldn't eat a few bites of meat all year round. At this moment, they were talking about the battle situation in Huainan like the officials sitting in the Tai Chi Hall.

Although the hard life is still the same, at least it is a life that our ancestors are used to. If they are captured by the northern part, they will become slaves and be taken to the cold north and die in a foreign land. They will be so miserable that they cannot be more miserable.

It is better to live without a good death. It is this idea that has given the people who have lived hard in Jiankang City a topic of conversation. In addition to queuing up to buy food, they like to gather together, and there are news that they heard from somewhere.

Some people "heard" that the commander of the Beilu was the one who had a "flag" on his body, and was chased by the official army and ran wildly. He pulled out the flag on his body and inserted it into the grass. He ran away from the other side before he escaped his life.

Some people "heard" that when the official army crossed the river, they killed the northern enemy corpses everywhere, and the river was filled with floating corpses, and even the river water turned red. The burning Guangling City was like a huge bonfire, and even the Jingkou on the south bank was reddished by flames.

Various "heard" are emerging one after another. Of course, what everyone is most concerned about is the government's recruitment of the people to serve in the army. Now that the government wants to recover Huainan prefectures and counties, of course, they have to recruit the people to serve in labor and military service. Then many people have to bid farewell to their families and cross the river to the north.

If you are serving labor, you are actually a coolie. If you are serving in the military, you have to go to the battlefield with a crooked spear. As for whether you can come back alive, it depends on whether the Buddha will protect you.

I don’t know when I will be able to come back this time. Although the government has regulations on the term of service, most of which are between one month and two months, in fact, they will exceed the term, ranging from half a year to several years.

Men who serve in the military range from fifteen to sixty years old, usually have the pillars or strong labor force at home, and do not return home for a long time. The elderly, weak, women and children at home have difficulty living, and their families are easily destroyed.

Because of this, many people are trying to escape from service, but because the government implements joint seizures, it is not easy to escape. Villagers in villages in various prefectures and counties can join their families and villages, but the residents in the city cannot escape.

Therefore, in order to escape this deadly military service, people have thought of many ways. If their family background is still acceptable, they will grit their teeth and ask for money to serve on their behalf, which means losing money and eliminating disasters.

This money can be made of copper coins, food or cloth. Not only for the service provider, but also needs to be treated as a lie, otherwise there will be no lie, and the money will be broken.

What should I do if I can’t raise the money, grain and cloth to hire people to serve?

It’s easy to deal with. Go to various temples to find a kind-hearted master to borrow some of them to help them!

"Brother, don't worry about it. This profit is a lot. The master is a monk and is compassionate. If the monthly profit is not paid, it doesn't matter. It's okay to pay it back next month."

"But I heard that if you don't pay it back every month, you will be beaten and vomit blood! Even the house will be burned!"

"Who are you listening to spread rumors? The masters of the transformation are monks, how could they do such a thing? This is why the tyrants saw the masters of the transformation do good deeds and made them unable to give up usury, so they deliberately spread rumors everywhere and defame people's innocence!"

A man was very polite at a street corner and encouraged neighbors who were most likely to be recruited by the government to "break money and eliminate disasters". Everyone's life was tight and they couldn't make up enough to hire people to serve on their behalf. It was just that the "leader" appeared at a loss.

This person lives in the same neighborhood as everyone and enthusiastically "suggest" to borrow some money to help the emergency. Although everyone has doubts, this person patted his chest and promised that when the interest is paid every month, the lords in the temple are easy to talk to.

In the Southern Dynasty, there were dozens of temples of all sizes and sizes in Jiankang City alone. The temple owners felt that there were too many monks in the temple and that life was not easy, so they tried their best to "open source".

If Tan Yue (donors) are generous, they will give up land, land, houses, temples and hiring tenants to farm, and rent houses, but this is not enough.

So we have to deal with "A Duwu" for a while, hire shopkeepers to run a residence and make money in business.

It is difficult to do business, there are too many competitors, and there are too many monks and less porridge, so I have to find a way. Seeing that the people are poor and need to borrow money and grain from time to time to make a move, the temple owners are very compassionate and set up "Eternal Life Deposits" and launched "Men's Mansion Millet" to help the poor people.

Every autumn, before the New Year, the "Changshengku" in various temples is restless. Those who cannot afford to pay rent and transfer due to poor farmland harvests and cannot afford to be repaid, will have to borrow money and grain to help.

After autumn, it is usually the season for military use. Those who do not want to be recruited by the government and their families are destroyed and their families will also find ways to borrow money and grain to hire people to serve on their behalf. In this way, the temples can better avoid the people's concerns.

The so-called peers are enemies, and the masters borrow money is doing good deeds. Those profiteers who are lending loans are affected by the sales of the money, so they slander the masters' behaviors are also lending loans. They also spread rumors that the temples send people to force debts, grab people and things, and set fire to houses, and want to use rumors to slander the masters' reputation.

"I patted my chest and promised to ask the owner to borrow money. It's easy to say that if I can't pay it back when it is due, no one will come to the door to shout and fight and kill!"

With a "bang", a thin thug was kicked out of the hospital door. He fell to the ground and rolled a few times. He covered his stomach and howled a few times before rolling his eyes. Several more thugs escaped from the hospital, stood outside, pointed to the direction of the hospital door, and shouted loudly: "I beat people to death, I beat people to death!"

Wu Dou showed up at the courtyard gate with a wooden stick in one hand, followed by his friends, each holding wooden sticks, dustpans and other items. He glared at the ruffian outside. Wu Dou glanced at the thin man who was lying motionless on the ground, and seemed to be dead, and grinned.

He shouted loudly, and rushed forward like a hunting dog, and stepped on the thin man's crotch.

The thin man rolled on the spot, avoided the broken son's leg, and howled: 'I've killed someone! I've killed someone!'
Chapter completed!