Boss Jiang is an honest man.

This was Jiang Huaixu's biggest realization about her father in the past few months. An honest man naturally couldn't imagine what she had done, and she didn't plan to tell him for the time being.

The two walked into the dilapidated temple together. Jiang Huaixu asked as they walked, "Dad, do you know Prince Duan?"

"Who doesn't know Prince Duan? Our Huai'an Prefecture is this prince's fiefdom!"

Sitting on the hay, Jiang Huaixu whispered, "I got a piece of news. The court didn't order the government to recruit soldiers. Our county is collecting so many able-bodied men because Prince Duan wants to expand his army and attempt a rebellion."

These few words scared Boss Jiang so much that he lost all sleepiness and his heart was pounding.

His voice seemed to be squeezed out from his throat, "How, how could this happen?"

"The current emperor's time is running out, and the princes from all over the country are eyeing the throne covetously. I'm afraid chaos is about to break out." Jiang Huaixu said, "Dad, the capital is just to the north, a thousand miles away from Huai'an Prefecture. If we rush there and encounter a war, we won't even have time to run away."

After listening to the little girl's well-reasoned analysis, Boss Jiang's mood gradually calmed down. He frowned and thought deeply, and the more he thought about it, the more reasonable it seemed.

"If we can't go north, should we go south?"

Jiang Huaixu didn't know what the situation was like in the south of this world, but historically, the southern aristocratic families had been entrenched and the situation was complicated and deep. She was afraid that it would be difficult for her to gain a foothold in the south and run a small business steadily.

"Dad, where is Ganzhou?"

"Ganzhou? It's also in the north, nearly two thousand miles away from here."

"What about going north to the capital?"

Boss Jiang was scratching his head in worry, "That's more than three thousand miles away."

Jiang Huaixu wanted to curse.

What kind of remote place is this place she is in? It takes thousands of miles to get anywhere, and the key is that she doesn't have a map.

The blessing group suddenly popped up, [Host, host, 100,000 points for a real-time updated map! Very practical, guaranteed to be worth the money!]

Jiang Huaixu ignored it. "Dad, let's go to Ganzhou. I heard that the King of Yan is kind and willing to take in refugees. If the situation gets bad later, there will be more and more people fleeing. The nearby prefectures will definitely not take in too many refugees. Ganzhou may be a place for us to stay."

Seeing that the uncle who wrote the letter praised the Prince of Yan to the skies, she also considered the possibility that Ganzhou was a trap. However, the uncle's letter was clear and well-reasoned, and he knew a lot about royal affairs, so he must be a person of status.

Since the news that Prince Yan's fiefdom took in refugees had already spread, even if this prince wanted to gain a good reputation and seek power, he would not treat the refugees too harshly.

At worst, you can find out more information along the way and you will know whether this road is passable or not.

Thinking about this, Jiang Huaixu looked at Boss Jiang and waited for his answer.

"My daughter, you are right, but we have to go back and discuss this with your village chief uncle."

After the father and daughter had reached an agreement, Jiang Huaixu also began to feel sleepy, and she ended up spending the night on the haystack.

The next day, Jiang Huaixu was awakened by a loud noise.

She opened her eyes and saw that the two people talking to Boss Jiang looked familiar, but she couldn't remember their identities.

"Xu Jie'er, are you awake? These are your sister-in-law's older and younger brothers, Zheng Cong and Zheng Ming. You've met them before, do you remember them?"

Jiang Huaixu called out very skillfully: "Remember, Brother Dacong, Brother Xiaoming."

Zheng Ming looked at Jiang Huaixu with a curious look in his eyes. "You must be Sister Xu, right? I heard from Li Niang that you can speak and have learned medical skills. You are really amazing at such a young age!"

"Thank you for the compliment. I'm so lucky." Jiang Huaixu felt a little uncomfortable with the brothers' burning gazes.

Jiang Huaixu was being polite, while Jiang Laoda was being arrogant. "Sister Xu is a very good doctor. She can even heal broken bones. Don't you have a doctor in your village? If we can go together, we can have someone to look after us on the way."

At this point, Zheng Cong's face showed an embarrassment. "Uncle, you may not know, but some people in town have heard that the imperial court may waive taxes. Those who fled before will surely return after hearing this news. Many people think that fleeing at this time is really unnecessary."

There was one thing he didn't say. Many people knew that Shili Village was flooded. Some people thought that the people of Shili Village wanted them to flee with them simply because they had nowhere else to go, so they dragged others along.

Their village wasn't flooded, so why would they become refugees when they have somewhere else to go?

Boss Jiang exchanged a look of surprise with Jiang Huaixu, then after some deliberation, asked, "Nephew, is the news of tax exemption confirmed?"

"Many people know about this."

Jiang Huaixu couldn't help but interrupt, "Did they say anything else? Did they mention conscription?"

"They say that our Huai'an Prefecture is the fief of Prince Duan, who loves his people like his own children and will definitely ask the Emperor to exempt this autumn's taxes. As for conscription, that's a request from the court, and the Prince can't do anything about it. Our Huai'an Prefecture has been flooded like this, and many people have left. We already conscripted soldiers two days ago, but there's no movement now, so perhaps they've finished it."

Jiang Huaixu frowned, "Have you two brothers ever seen the scene on the streets of the town?"

"Oh, we took a shortcut, and from a distance we saw only a few people walking on the street."

Hearing this, Jiang Huaixu lowered her head and thought deeply. It was obvious which of the two statements was more credible based on what she had seen and heard.

The time when the people of Niutou Village died tragically was close to the time of conscription, and they had the same kind of knife wounds on their bodies. The only people who could have done this were organized bandits and government officials.

She checked several houses and found that the dead were either old or young. She didn't see any other people. They must have been taken away.

Taking only the men could be considered conscription, but taking the women as well seemed like the work of bandits. But if it were bandits, why didn't they just burn the village down and destroy the evidence?

It's so bold that it doesn't seem like something a bandit would do. Maybe someone wants the bandits to take the blame.

Thinking of this, a dark light flashed in Jiang Huaixu's eyes. She put on her small cloth bag and looked up at Boss Jiang who was trying to persuade the Zheng Cong brothers. "Dad, I'm hungry. I want to go to town to see if anyone sells food."

Boss Jiang agreed after only a moment's hesitation.

Jiang Huaixu walked out of the dilapidated temple quickly, first found an empty place to wash up, and then came to Chunrifang.

Kasugafang has always been a gathering place for the poor and destitute people in the town, and hooligans, beggars and the like also love to stay here.

The rich still had money and food to escape, but they had only two choices: one was to wait for death in a daze on the streets, and the other was to die on the way to escape.

But when she walked along East Street, she saw only a handful of people, and those people pretended not to see her.

Jiang Huaixu glanced around and his eyes fell on the ragged old man closest to her, and he walked over slowly.

"Master, can I ask you something?"

The old man lifted his sagging eyelids, but he didn't know if he could see with his eyes covered with white film, so he closed them again.

Jiang Huaixu stretched out his little hand from the cloth bag and took out a rough flour pancake.

"I ask, you answer, and the cake is yours."

The old man opened his eyes and saw the rough flour pancake in Jiang Huaixu's hand, and reached out to grab it.

Jiang Huaixu stood up and took a step back, his eyebrows curved, but his eyes were full of coldness, "I'm not discussing this with you."