"What is a volunteer?"
Shen Zhaozhao bent down and asked Zhan Nanxing in a low voice.
Zhan Nanxing also took a look at the team over there, "Some people who were hungry and cold in their original places of residence and could not survive took the initiative to respond to the imperial court's call to go to Mobei to reclaim wasteland and make a living."
Shen Zhaozhao nodded. So that's what happened.
As they were talking, a middle-aged man from the team came over. He greeted several officers in a familiar manner, and then walked towards Jiang Hu.
"Boss Wang," Jiang Hu was still very weak and greeted him listlessly.
The middle-aged man looked Jiang Hu up and down, "Hu, it's been a while since we last met. How come you are so badly injured?"
Jiang Hu said, don't mention bad things again.
"Okay, I won't ask anymore," the young man smiled carelessly, "I didn't expect to meet you again this time. I'll ask you to take care of me along the way."
"Of course, we are brothers." Jiang Hu nodded in response.
The young man waved his greetings and called on the people in his team to catch up with the exiled team. The two teams merged into one and set out again.
"Sir, who was the person who just came over to say hello to you?" Shen Zhaozhao asked casually.
In the dream, the old man really harmed her.
Shen Zhaozhao had to be more careful about the newly joined team, at least to confirm that the man Jiang Hu knew was not in the same group as the old man.
"Miss Shen, are you asking about the king?" Jiang Hu wanted to explain, but Zhan Nanxing interrupted him.
"That's the imperial escort," Zhan Nanxing looked at Shen Zhaozhao and rushed to explain.
"These volunteers left their original homes to go to Mobei to reclaim wasteland. They were bound to encounter bad guys and some dangers on the way, so the court hired escorts to escort these people to Mobei."
"The court still has this idea?" Shen Zhaozhao was a little surprised.
How can you say this? It is also a measure for the people's livelihood. Although the emperor in power now is not a human being, he still has some merits as an emperor.
"Yes," Zhan Nanxing said, "this was brought here by the man who fought in Mobei before the founding of Dafeng."
Jiang Hu's words were interrupted by Zhan Nanxing. He opened his mouth dryly, trying to listen to the young couple's conversation, as if there was nothing to worry about.
But 놆, 놛 also has something to add.
Jiang Hu hesitated for a while, and then said: "In fact, the kings also escorted exiled prisoners."
Shen Zhaozhao nodded. This emperor was really smart.
There were people in Mobei who reclaimed wasteland and guarded the border, which solved the problem of people from all over the country being too poor to survive, thus preventing them from rising in rebellion.
These escorts also served as escorts for prisoners, thus saving a sum of money for official duties.
Zhan Nanxing glanced at Jiang Hu, lowered his eyes and said nothing.
Jiang Hu closed his mouth silently, feeling that he shouldn't have said too much.
Wang Tou led the volunteers and walked in front of the exile team. Shen Zhaozhao followed behind. They didn't have to worry about the other side attacking from behind, so they walked quite relaxed along the way.
As night fell, the team entered a small town.
There is only one post station in the town, and its scale is naturally not comparable to that of the post station in Youyun County.
"It's still the same old rules," Jiang Hu was injured, so the matter of arranging a room fell on Zhao Jiusan's head, and he said loudly:
"You have to pay for the bunk bed and the upper room. If you are short of money, you can stay in the stable for free."
"Pfft." Wang Tou leaned over to Jiang Hu, burst into laughter, and whispered, "Brother, you must have made a lot of money by raising the price of the rooms along the way, right?"
Shen Zhaozhao stood beside him, raising his eyebrows slightly.
Zhan Nanxing didn't react and just looked down at his body.
Jiang Hu looked embarrassed and cleared his throat. "What nonsense are you talking about? I won't take any money. I'll take whatever the shopkeeper says."
"Tsk, look, you're still lying to me!" Wang Tougen didn't believe it. He thought Jiang Hu had made a lot of money and didn't want to show off his wealth.
놛 looked up at Zhan Nanxing who was sitting on the donkey cart with Jiang Hu, and said in a bad tone, "Hey, why do you let prisoners ride on the donkey cart?"
"When did prisoners receive this kind of treatment?"
Zhan Nanxing raised his eyes and his cold gaze swept across Wang Tou’s big mouth.
Jiang Hu became even more embarrassed and hurriedly made an attempt to explain. Suddenly, a man from the volunteers came over and pulled Wang Tou to talk.
Not others, but the old man who was swearing at Shen Zhaozhao in his dream.
"Captain Escort, the rooms in the post station are not big enough for so many people," the old man was a little breathless as he spoke. Beside him, a young woman supported him and hurried to help him breathe.
The old man breathed a sigh of relief and his face turned a little red.
"Those prisoners took the upper room and the common bed at the original price, and we can only live in the stable!"
"Boss, do you think this is reasonable?"
When they heard that they had no place to stay at night, the volunteers were in an uproar.
"I said I won't live in the post station with these prisoners. They are all corrupt officials who were exiled because they were too corrupt."
"You are so mean, you don't care about this little rent. We went to Mobei to reclaim wasteland and guard the border, but you paid a lot of money to live in the house, but we have to live in the horse stable."
“That doesn’t make sense.”
"The previous inn we stayed in, according to the law, gave us an empty room for free. What do you think is going on with this one?"
Shen Zhaozhao listened silently.
These volunteers can live in white houses without paying any money along the way. Their treatment is indeed different from that of the exiles like us.
Otherwise, if she had dealt with Jiang Hu, she would still be fleeced by the police!
This time, when they met them, Jiang Hu did not raise the price. The three families booked all the rooms in the post station at the market price.
Volunteers who didn't pay had to live in the stables.
We are out of balance.
"This... this is impossible, right?" Wang Tou looked at Jiang Hu in disbelief, "What's going on? You didn't raise the price, so you took a cut?"
놛 and Jiang Hu놆 are old acquaintances.
The exile team escorted by Jiang Hu had taken all the money they needed during the journey. It didn't make sense for them to have any money left.
How can you still spend money to book the house?
Jiang Hu was embarrassed again.
I wish I could seal Wang Tou's big mouth on the spot. Why does he always bring up such things in front of Miss Shen and Lord Zhan?
"Brother, what are you talking about?"
Shen Zhaozhao could see Jiang Hu's face flushed red, and he helped him out:
"My Lord, you didn't charge us any extra money along the way!"
"We have to pay for our accommodation and food."
After Shen Zhaozhao finished speaking, he looked at Jiang Hu innocently, "Sir, do you think so?"
Jiang Hu nodded hurriedly, looked at Shen Zhaozhao gratefully, and responded repeatedly: “Yes, yes, Miss Shen is right.”
Shen Zhaozhao was very sure, "Look, I said that you are a good man."
Zhan Nanxing raised the corners of his lips, pursed his lips, and tried hard to suppress his smile.
Jiang Hu's smile was uglier than his crying.
Miss Shen is so nervous!
The expression on Wangtou's face almost collapsed. Jiang Hu was a good man who didn't embezzle money from prisoners?
Do you still know Jiang Hu?
"Boss," the old man pulled Wangtou's sleeve tighter, "you must help us make arrangements today. No prisoners can stay in the house, and we volunteers can sleep in the stable."
As the old man spoke, he coughed anxiously.
The young woman next to Wang kept patting Wang's back, looking at Wang with watery eyes, "Brother Wang, my grandfather still wants to go to Mobei to guard the border despite his health condition, and I can't persuade him no matter what."
"You can live out your life in your hometown."
"It's all because I'm unfilial. I don't make more money so that grandpa can live in the house."
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