Chapter 145: Refugees

After saying that, Zhang Yang looked at He Zhaoyi's reaction and her whip had long been hidden by herself. With those two tender little fists, she could not hurt herself.

Unexpectedly, He Zhaoyi didn't react anyway, just said lightly: "Is that right? Then you shouldn't hide it from me. Sister Han and I are like sisters. You should call me to attend your engagement ceremony together. In that case, my Double Ninth Festival will be even more interesting. You made me wait all day in vain!"

Listening to her words, she didn't seem to be jealous at all. Zhang Yang felt relieved and then explained: "My mother and I were arranged by my mother, so I didn't know, so I didn't say hello to you in advance. Moreover, during the Double Ninth Festival, I did encounter something that I had to deal with by myself. When I came back, I wanted to go to Yangzhou again, and it was too late."

He really wanted to go to Yangzhou, what should Sister Han do? A few warmth surged on He Zhaoyi's face: "Is that true? Your engagement is a big deal, and it cannot be delayed. Sister Han is such a beautiful person. Marrying you is your blessing. You have to treat her well. By the way, why haven't I seen Sister Han? We sisters haven't talked for a long time."

"Ruohan has something to do, and he is not at home for the time being." Zhang Yang felt a little like shooting himself in the foot. She wanted to go find Ruohan, so how could she take her there? Ruohan was in the base.

He Zhaoyi suddenly laughed: "Brother Shicheng, why do I feel that you are so mysterious?"

"Is that so? Where is my mystery?" Zhang Yang said.

"I don't know, I just feel it." He Zhaoyi didn't say it. Can an ordinary salt field Tsunari do so many things?

"I am a Taoist priest from Maoshan. I know five hundred years ago and five hundred years later. Some people call me a priest." Zhang Yang began to talk nonsense.

"Is that so? Then tell me, will the turmoil continue to last for when?" He Zhaoyi asked. Why do you ask? This is the secret of heaven. Zhang Yang didn't know how to answer. According to history, it is now the twelfth year of Zhizheng. In other words, Zhu Yuanzhang ascended the throne in Yingtian. His country's name was Ming and his reign was Hongwu. In other words, this turmoil that was full of wars would last for more than ten years. However, when he came to the end of the Yuan Dynasty, would history develop according to the original trajectory? Surely no, the general Tang He had already followed him. A small butterfly flapped his wings, causing a typhoon. A time travel of later generations would rewrite history.

"If you believe me, I can tell you that this turmoil will end in at most five years. A powerful empire will be established, and this empire will be mainly commercial." Zhang Yang said.

"Stop talking nonsense, business is just a small circle. Which country is not agriculture is the majority!" He Zhaoyi said disbelief. Although he was born in a businessman, He Zhaoyi also knew that almost everyone likes to be landlords. With money, buying land and collecting rent, this is the kingdom of this society.

Zhang Yang didn't know how to explain, or he was thinking about what the country would look like in the future, although he thought about these things a little early.

"Brother Shicheng, our He family is a salt business. Now we are fighting everywhere, which has a great impact on my business. Now, except for a few relatively stable places, we dare not do anything else. There are thieves everywhere, and the rebel army will detain them if they are caught. Sometimes the retreating imperial army will also be detrimental to our salt ships. Therefore, the recent business of our He family is getting harder and harder. My second brother is aggressive and always wants to squeeze my elder brother down. He also wants to marry me to the salt transport commander as a concubine. Even if you are for my sake, can you help me and my elder brother?" He Zhaoyi asked frankly, looking at Zhang Yang with his eyes straight.

The wars have a great impact on business.

Of course, Zhang Yang knew what it meant to help them. Now the staff at the base has increased again, but the number of people on the coarse salt purification production line has not increased, so it is a bit unrealistic to increase the output of refined salt.

"Who is there, come out!" Zhang Yang suddenly shouted loudly.

As soon as he spoke, he felt that the everywhere was a little too quiet. It was precisely because of the quietness that he vaguely heard the cry of a child mixed in the wind.

Zhang Yang stopped He Zhaoyi behind him and walked forward slowly. The murderer has not been disturbed for a long time. This name is famous far and wide. Now, who dares to stay here?

There was a sound of footsteps behind him, "Oh, I'm surrounded?" Zhang Yang turned around and saw that it was Tang He who came with his two brothers.

"Brother, the salt ship is here." Tang He came to inform Zhang Yang that the fine salt from the base had been transported again. The coarse salt from the salt field was also transported, and he was just waiting to act in front of the eldest lady of the He family and then he could transport it away.

"Shh!" Zhang Yang pointed to the grass in front.

Tang Hehuiyi and two other people walked inside. Tianque gun was not brought, but the bayonet was always there.

They pulled out the bayonet and walked slowly in.

Zhang Yang also followed behind.

He Zhaoyi was hugged by Zhang Yang just now, but although suddenly, she was moved. At the critical moment, he still showed his heroic character without hesitation.

Tang He used a bayonet to open the grass and looked inside.

A group of ragged men sat there, the cold wind blew on them in the morning, and they were all trembling. They looked at the bright bayonet with their terrified eyes.

A child was snuggling in the arms of a woman. He was hungry and sucking his mother's shriveled...

The child's cry just now was exactly what he said. He was so hungry that he started crying, but he had no food. His mother had to put his... into his mouth.

That... has been bitten and bright red blood flowed out. The ignorant child is still sucking, while the woman, without saying a word, just persists.

Tang He was stunned, the two brothers were stunned, Zhang Yang was stunned, and He Zhaoyi was stunned.

In Yangzhou, every day there are delicacies and food, and you can eat whatever you want, but the people in front of you are hungry and cold.

Zhang Yang understood at a glance that this group of people were refugees, so they didn't know that this place was called Killing Port. They just wandered around, hoping to find food until they starved to death.

Among them are elderly, children, and men in their prime, but everyone is now pale and thin and thin.

Suddenly, the child cried again. Zhang Yang looked over and saw that the woman had turned pale and had fainted. The child in her arms was also thrown aside.

"Wow, wow..." The child's crying kept coming.

"Brother..." Tang He's bayonet had already been put down, "Give them some food. There is still a lot of food in our place."

He Zhaoyi ran over quickly and helped the woman he had just now: "Sister, wake up, wake up."

"Take them to the camp and make some porridge for them." Zhang Yang said.

"Thank you, sir." As soon as they heard that they wanted to give themselves food, these people immediately knelt on the ground and kowtowed to be grateful.

For a meal, I kowtowed and knelt down to myself, which shows how hungry these people are.

"I'm not giving you food for nothing. After you finish eating, you have to work for me." Zhang Yang said.

"No problem, no problem." They all agreed.

In later generations, Zhang Yang looked down on the most are those who were able to work but beg along the streets. They were able to do not work and make money. They only knew to be beggars and ask for money from others.

So, he gave them food, but he would not give it in vain. He had to work for himself.

Among this group of refugees, there are about thirty or forty middle-aged laborers. These laborers are wasted in vain, which is a pity.

Zhang Yang looked at He Zhaoyi and said, "She fainted from hunger. Feed her some water first and then drink some porridge later, and it will be fine."

He Zhaoyi's well-textured long skirt was just close to the village woman's clothes, but she didn't feel dirty at all. A hint of agreement flashed through Zhang Yang's heart. This young lady, without the style of a young lady, was really not easy to treat a servant like this.

"You guys, help her and go to dinner together." Zhang Yang said to the two women next to him.

They were frightened by the bright bayonets, otherwise they would have come to help. After hearing what Zhang Yang said, they came over immediately and helped the fainted woman up.

He Zhaoyi picked up the crying child on the ground, but the child suddenly opened his eyes, stopped crying, and looked at the person in front of him curiously, with the little hand stretched out to touch He Zhaoyi's cheek.

He Zhaoyi stretched out her face and let the little hand caress her.

In this era, Yizi ate occasionally happened, and it was his luck that this child could come here.

"This kid is so fun!" He Zhaoyi said.

"It's fun? Then you give birth to one yourself." Zhang Yang said casually, "Oh no, he made another taboo.

Sure enough, He Zhaoyi's face sank: "You can't damage other people's reputation like this. They are still unmarried, so how can they have children? You can talk nonsense, be careful of my whip, by the way, where is my whip?"
Chapter completed!