The Young Master Is Fierce Chapter 456: Life is not easy

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On the third day of the twelfth lunar month in the ninth year of the Xuanli calendar, Jinling was covered with snow and snow.

It's the end of the year again, and businessmen are busy going back to the bank to clear their accounts, hoping that this year's busy work will eventually get a generous reward.

The farmers have already planted winter wheat. Looking at the auspicious snow, they are looking forward to harvesting three to five bushels more in the coming year. As for celebrating the New Year...it's just two big red couplets and three or two more dishes on the table.

The people of Jinling are still the same as yesterday, but the expressions on their faces range from joy to sadness - the children are looking forward to the New Year, and the families who have gained a lot this year will naturally give their children two new things. Clothes, and buy a relatively good New Year's goods.

But families who have not left two children behind this year are a little worried. The New Year has to be passed. No matter what, you have to think of some way, at least to show off, so as not to lose face in the eyes of the neighbors. .

There is a slum area in the outer city of Jinling City. Just yesterday evening, a tragedy occurred.

The streets here are narrow and messy, the houses are low, and even the door is narrower than elsewhere.

Because the Yellow River flooded again this year, more people fled to Jinling on both sides of the Yellow River. Most of them settled in the slums, renting a hut here, and looking for a job in Shangjing City to make ends meet. make a living.

So this place is not deserted.

Lv Xiaodong’s family of three lives here. They came from the East Road of the Yellow River this year.

I originally wanted to go to Xishan to find a living, but I heard that the young master of the Fu family in Xishan died under the Snowy Mountains of the Wu Dynasty. This was naturally bad news, and it also cut off the original dream of this group of people - Xishan last year Master Fu has accepted more than 40,000 refugees. Those former refugees have now become people in Xishan. They have got in touch with relatives and friends in their hometown, and these relatives and friends naturally know that they are living a good life in Xishan.

The name Master Fu of Xishan is particularly popular on both sides of the Yellow River today, not because of his poems and articles, but because of Master Fu’s compassionate heart.

But people like Master Fu went to heaven to serve the gods, but their lives still had to go on, so they traveled further and came to Jinling, a legendary place full of gold.

However, this is not the case.

It is not easy to live in Beijing.

It's hard to find a job here, and the prices here are very high. Even this small dark house costs 600 yuan a month to rent!

Six hundred cents can buy 40 jins of fine grains or a hundred jins of coarse grains on both sides of the Yellow River.

But my home on the edge of the Yellow River is gone, and I can never go back. I can only survive here in Shangjing.

Lu Xiaodong is very melancholy at the moment. The two buildings in Qingluan Alley have been built for more than a month, and he has been unemployed for more than a month. I worked there for three months and earned 5,400 cash. I paid 1,800 cash for three months' rent, leaving 3,600 cash after deducting three months' expenses. There were two thousand coins in total, and only sixteen hundred coins were left in hand.

Seeing that I have to pay another 600 yuan for rent, I only have 1,000 yuan... Don't talk about the New Year. If I can't find a job anymore, I won't be able to survive this day.

His wife Zhao brought a bowl of sorghum porridge, wiped her hands on her apron, and said, "Master, let's eat first."

Next to them was their six-year-old daughter Lu Zhaodi. She took a look at the sorghum porridge that night, swallowed a sip of saliva, and walked out sensibly. It was snowing outside, and she was wearing very thin clothes. She couldn't help but hit her Chills.

"Let me see...should we go to Xishan? Master Fu is lucky enough to survive. I'm afraid his Xishan needs people."

Ms. Zhao was silent for a moment and touched her slightly bulging belly, "Master Fu is now married and settling down in Jinling City. I heard that he has become a high official in the imperial court. I don't know what the needs of that place in Xishan are now. We don’t need people anymore. What if we don’t need them... If you keep going back and forth this time, wouldn’t it be even more fatal?”

"..." Lu Xiaodong took a deep breath, looked at his daughter outside the door, and finally said this: "If I still can't find a job... Zhaodi, I'm afraid I have to give it to her. Found a good home."

Ms. Zhao was shocked. This meant she wanted to sell her daughter!

But she just opened her mouth but closed it again, lowered her head silently, filled another small bowl of sorghum porridge, and shouted out the door: "Zhao Di, come in for breakfast."

"Mom, I'm not hungry."

The little girl's face was flushed with cold. She stood at the door, but she still showed a bright smile.

"It's not an option to continue like this..." Lu Xiaodong said this and waved to Zhao Di, "Come here, eat what mother tells you to eat."

After all, Zhaodi couldn't hold back the rumbling sound in her stomach. She walked over, picked up the small bowl of sorghum porridge, and drank it in small sips. It was so delicious!

Although she is only six years old, she is already sensible.

On her way to Shangjing, she saw too many cases of children being sold.

She feels very lucky because her parents did not sell her no matter how hard it was.

She cherishes such days. Although it is difficult, she feels that as long as the family is together, these days will always get better.

"I want to go to Fu Mansion for a while."

Zhao was stunned and said, "You must not, what kind of person Mr. Fu is! How can he see you? What if, what if that vicious slave hurts you?"

Lu Xiaodong bit his lips and frowned, "I've thought about it. Instead of waiting for death, it's better to go and beg. Master Fu has a heart of Bodhisattva. My cousin once wrote a letter saying that he was sent by God to save us. Yes, he is different from other officials, so... I have to beg him."

Zhao held her apron tightly and said nothing more.

Poor families like them rarely see high-ranking officials like Master Fu, even county magistrates.

I have only heard it in dramas. It is said that no official is a good person. Their servants are as fierce as vicious dogs. If the leader goes to the Fu Mansion... there must be no misunderstandings!

In this huge slum, there are many families like Lu Xiaodong.

This year, when the Yellow River flooded, the imperial court naturally provided disaster relief. However, because the war in the east consumed a lot of food, this disaster relief was almost just a name.

After they received the meager amount of relief food, they only lasted three days, and the granary in their county was actually empty. Not to mention food distribution, it was said that the county magistrate had nothing to eat.

What else can be done?

Then run away again!

When will these days end?

Lv Xiaodong finished the sorghum porridge in two gulps, and under Zhao's anxious gaze, he walked out and headed towards Fu Mansion to seek hope of survival.

At this moment, Fu Xiaoguan and his party happened to be going out. Of course, he was not going to greet the Prince of Yi.

He took his three wives and a group of servants and headed towards Nanshan Villa——

That place was a big house given to Yu Wenyun by the old queen mother. He wanted to go and see it, and he also wanted to make use of the place.