C83 Abandoned Farmland

The heat is getting hotter and hotter in the direction of Fuyun River, and the afternoon sun is really hot. The few rich young masters couldn't walk far before they started sweating profusely. They found themselves in a state of exhaustion. Helpless, Ye Qingcheng could only call out his chicken head and urge them to leave. He would rest in the afternoon. Although they did not travel much, they were all teenagers. They ate and drank, but they did not meet the righteous army. In addition, they were less restrained. On the way home, they were happier than at home.

The closer they were to the riverside, the less playful Fu Ting's backbone was. Every time they passed by a large patch of rice and wheat fields, they would stop and be silent for a while. Their expressions were obscure and unclear.

Ye Qingcheng watched from the side. At first, he didn't understand why he was suddenly unhappy, but after a few days, he finally figured it out and became even more anxious. Although Xuan Zhi and the others did not understand their thoughts, they could sense the displeasure in their hearts, and they also lost their smiles.

After walking for a few more days, they left the Liu Province Prefecture's territory and arrived at the outskirts of the farm. Finally, they saw a sparse number of people. Fu Qingzhi impatiently asked the farmers about many things, and only then did Fu Xuanzhi and the others understand why she was worried. Thinking about the fertile farmland that they saw along the way, their hearts instantly turned cold.

That day, they finally arrived at the banks of the rich river. Fu Ting Zhi stood on top of the beach and said with a solemn expression, "The heavens pity me. May our Lord see the disaster of the people..." This Lord, he could not be sure if he was referring to the Righteous Ji Jiang or the Great Zhou Emperor.

Ye Qingcheng put down his burden and walked to his side. However, he couldn't find anything to say and could only quietly stand by her side.

"You also thought of it?" Fu Ting heaved a long sigh. At this moment, he really did not know if he had stopped this war at all. Was it right or wrong? The people of the entire central region couldn't cross the river and could only return to their hometown in the end. In the coming year, they would definitely starve to death. Even if King Ji Jiang started to treat the people of Great Zhou well, he wouldn't be able to change his fate of starving to death.

It was only at this moment that Fu Ting finally understood that the Great Zheng Army had abandoned Jiangnan. It was because they led the army to attack the northeast. The paddy fields were barren and the refugees were in trouble. Even if the Great Zheng Army had taken over and migrated to the northwest, they would still have a good harvest. He also needed to raise the people to support the army. If the Great Zheng Army continued to stockpile grain to collect seeds, the land in their hands would immediately turn into burning charcoal.

It was also at this moment that she finally saw the many flaws in her knowledge in her previous life. In the study of national science, Fu Ting's achievements had already reached PhD. But Great Zhou's history studies had yet to reach the level of mastery. At the same time, he began to assess his actions over the years, whether it was right or wrong to not stop this war. As a person who had been reborn, as a person who understood the future of this period of history, was it really right to not care about it and ignore it?

Ye Qingcheng looked at the surging river and hesitantly said: "I saw a village along the way, why don't we go and take a look?"

The pavilion leader stood for a while longer before saying: "I only hope that the Grand Righteous Army comes a little later. At the very least, we can wait for the farmers here to harvest their crops." He paused for a moment before turning around and slowly walking towards the direction Ye Qingcheng was pointing at: "Let's go and find a farmer to stay in."

It was not easy to enter the village, but he saw women and children crying. There were traces of wolves in front of every house.

When Fu Ting heard the women crying and scolding, he knew that the bandits had come. He felt stifled in his chest again. "In this world, is there really no way to leave a way out for the good people?"

He walked past a few houses and came to a door that was relatively bright and clean. When he stood there, an old man with red eyes looked out from the half-collapsed door. "You..." When he saw the few people dressed up, he understood that they were people who had escaped. He also saw that although they were in a difficult situation, their clothes were clean and their hair was not messy. They hid their extraordinary bearing everywhere. "Where did you come from? But you want to stay overnight? " As he spoke, he pulled open the other half of the courtyard door, which was still in good condition. "Invite them in for a drink."

When Fu Zhizhi heard the old man's words, he did not sound like an ordinary farmer. He seemed to have seen the world, so he beat him up. "You are too polite, sir." Only then did he step into the courtyard.

"Uncle Zhou -" A questioning voice came from within the room. "Is there a guest?"

The old man hurriedly ran to the door of the room. "Young Master, it seems like he is escaping." He turned back to look at the few people and continued to reply, "This old servant seems to have some background."

When the door opened, a man with a thin beard appeared. Although his clothes were torn and tattered, they could not conceal the thick aura of a scholar.

Fu Ting hurriedly said, "Jiang Fusheng greets you." He straightened his body and said, "We brothers plan to find a boat to sail down the river. When we reach this place, it is already late and we want to spend the night here." He flashed to the side and let the scholar see them clearly. "I hope brother will be magnanimous."

When the scholar heard that the Talisman Pavilion called itself a living, he hurriedly said, "Zhou Shengsun greets you." It turned out that he was also a famous scholar.

When he heard the man's name, Fu Ting was stunned for a moment. Then, he suddenly said with a trembling voice, "May I ask if your name is Hong Qing?"

Zhou Shengzhong was also stunned for a moment. He sized up Fu Ting from head to toe and said in puzzlement, "It seems that my younger brother and I have not covered our faces..."

Zhou Songzhong, Zhou Hongqing! The first Prime Minister of the Great Zheng Dynasty, Fu Si, and the Imperial Censor Fu Si, who had joined the enemy, were both in charge of the three Dukes. They were both Rank One officials in charge of the national treasury's money.

Although Fu Ting Zhi did not know who this person was, he knew who he was. "Brother, you might not know..." Fu Ting Zhi regretted his recklessness. In a moment of desperation, he could only make up stories. "We have been relying on the villagers to guide us all the way. We all say that you are very righteous. We will definitely take you in."

"Oh..." Zhou Sun Sen smiled bitterly. "Look at my yard. It has been looted by bandits and there is nothing left." He then lowered his head to look at his clothes. "The roof has not been tidied and the clothes have not been changed. It is really... " When these words came out, he had already agreed to take in the few people from the Talisman Pavilion.

"It's fine." Ye Qingcheng could finally interrupt: "We can help clean it up." He took off his bow and arrows one by one and rolled up his sleeves to help Old Zhou clean up the courtyard.