Chapter 148: Pingyang Prefecture Refugee Pass
Not all the soldiers in the garrison are bad, the one hidden in Captain Luo’s inner room is pretty good.
He has a high nose bridge, deep eyes and thick black eyebrows.
Because of his youth, although the "handsome soldier" does not look big and strong, his every move is full of masculinity.
Tsk tsk tsk!
What a pity, what a pity. I don’t know if it’s because I’ve been staying at the wall for a long time, but I haven’t seen it in these days.
Song Zhenping was a little dazed at this time. He thought that if he asked his sister not to rush into marriage, she would be angry and would have a big fight with him.
I was thinking of a lot of things to say, but Yun'er just ended it without saying a word that she didn't want to get married!
Although the old horse walked slowly, it had great endurance. The three siblings walked and stopped along the way, ate and drank, and finally arrived outside Pingyang City at dusk.
It is worthy of being the provincial capital.
Although there is no moat outside the city, the walls are tall and strong, and are heavily guarded. From time to time, patrolling soldiers can be seen on them.
There is no charge at the city gate like in Qili County, but personal belongings and travel passes are checked.
There was a separate house built outside the city gate, where two clerks were working.
Song Zhenping handed over the pass issued by Suijinwei with the medical certificate to the city defense army.
He also showed them the only basket in the carriage, which contained water and food.
There is nothing else!
A clerk came out of the room and looked at Song Zhenping and the carriage.
He said in a thick Pingyang accent, "Are you military households from Suijin Town?"
Song Zhenping bowed his head and saluted: "We only became military households last year. This time we came to the city to seek medical treatment for my younger brother."
The clerk nodded and compared the description on the pass with the people in the car.
There was a child who looked about six or seven years old in the car, and a girl who was looking after him.
This is the ten-year-old child written on the pass.
The three brothers and sisters were wearing cotton jackets. Although they were exhausted from the journey, they were still dressed appropriately.
The clerk thought to himself: Suijin Town is a place where the living dead live, but some people there live well.
He turned around and thought of the word "military household" and was immediately relieved.
Some time ago, I heard that some Di Lu people tried to break into Suijin Town again, but they were all slaughtered, and their heads were sent to the Zhenbei Army for nothing. I'm sure the military households also benefited from it.
He looked at the three of them again and again with a strange look in his eyes, until Song Zhenping's forehead was sweating. Then he returned the pass and said, "Pass!"
With a pass from the garrison, Song Liyun and the other two were allowed into the city.
The group of people following closely behind them were stopped: "No pass, no entry into the city!"
Sitting in the carriage, Song Liyun looked back and saw those people wrapped in quilts, their faces covered in dust, and in a dishevel, they could only stand outside the city.
These are the refugees.
Without an official pass, there is no way to find accommodation or enter the city. Even if you have silver on you, you can only sleep in the wild and become prey to robbers and wild beasts.
If he had not first obtained the rightful quota to leave the village from Song Lizheng and then used his household registration book to change to a military household, he would probably have become a refugee with his two brothers.
Even if you become a refugee, you will still have enough food and drink to survive.
There will definitely not be an opportunity like today to walk into the city to seek medical treatment, medicine and shop.
Song Zhenping's face also looked unhappy. He had just seen many refugees who were unable to enter the city gathered in the woods outside the city.
Although it is spring now, it is still far from warm and we still need to wear thick clothes. It is even colder at night.
But the refugees could only tear a piece of cloth between the trees to block the cold wind and spend the night like this.
Eating was even simpler. They would beg for food on the roadside or set up stoves in the open air.
He wanted to give these refugees some bread, but was stopped by Song Liyun.
Now that they had entered the city, Song Zhenping asked, "Yun'er, why didn't you let me feed them just now? They looked very hungry."
Song Liyun whispered, "Didn't you see the city defense troops chasing people away?
They don't allow refugees to stay outside the city. If you send food to them in person, you may not even be allowed to enter the city.
If you feel sorry for those people, you can buy more multi-grain steamed bread when we leave the city."
Song Zhenping then realized that the city defense troops had treated these refugees very badly. As soon as they got close to the city gate, they were beaten with sticks.
If I deliver the food in person, I might really annoy the soldiers.
It was almost dark, and there were only a few people coming and going in the city, and they were all in a hurry.
Remembering the various rules that Manager Wan had mentioned, Song Liyun did not dare to delay and hurried to find an inn that looked quiet enough to stay in before dark.
Pingyang Prefecture is different from Qili County.
You can enter Qili County by paying money, and the city is also scattered.
Not only do you need a pass here, there is also a curfew.
One hour after nightfall, idle people will be prohibited from walking around the streets and alleys.
After finding the inn, Song Zhenping had never stayed overnight outside before. When he heard the quoted room rate, he was shocked and his face began to twist.
Isn't it just a casual night's sleep?
In the past, in Xiaoshi Village, he and Xiaoan could no longer heat the kang in February.
The winter nights were long and the bedding was thin, so the two brothers could only hug each other to keep each other warm.
The refugees outside are still living in the open air.
Now that I have a house to live in, I don’t need to spend so much money.
A room in an upper room costs two hundred wen for one night, while a large dormitory bed only costs twenty wen.
According to his idea, Song Liyun should live in the upper room alone, while he and Xiao An could sleep in the dormitory.
At the end of the world, Song Liyun was keen on saving supplies and didn't like saving money.
If you eat your last meal, you may not be able to eat your next one. Saving money is the stupidest thing to do.
At this point, he was even more unwilling to be wronged, so he just said, "Aren't you tired from riding in a carriage all day? You have to see a doctor tomorrow. If the doctor finds that your back pain is caused by a cold, the extra money you spend will not be just the two hundred coins!"
Song Zhenping: "...Okay!"
The two upper rooms cost four hundred coins.
The inn had a special stable, but no food. Song Liyun waited for the waiters to bring hot water, and then asked them to help order another table of wine and food.
It was rare for the inn to have such a generous guest. He served soup and water attentively, and even when the three siblings were eating, the waiter was waiting by their side.
Song Liyun didn't let the waiter wait in vain. She threw out a handful of copper coins and asked him about some matters in Pingyang Prefecture.
The first are the refugees outside the city.
As soon as the guy mentioned the refugees, his face was filled with disgust and his words were also full of malice.
"Those lazy bastards who are afraid of death and only know how to beg for money deserve to starve to death!"
Pingyang Prefecture is farther from the border than Suijin Town, so people here have little chance of seeing the Di Lu people.
In the hearts of the people here, although the Di Lu people are hated and feared, they always give people the feeling that they are an external disaster that will leave after a few days.
Refugees are different.
These refugees are all farmers from the surrounding prefectures. They look pitiful on the surface, but once they get the chance, they will turn into bandits and rob and steal.
They started gathering and moving in early winter last year, and have been making noise for three or four months now.
As spring plowing season is approaching, these people are unwilling to return to their hometowns, and the number is increasing.
“Where do these refugees come from?”
Thinking that his family almost became refugees, Song Zhenping felt sad in his heart.
(End of this chapter)
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