After saying this, he realized who he should blame in his heart, and naturally he would not blame Zhang Tao. Zhang Tao had tried his best back then. Even though he knelt in the Golden Palace for three days, he did not get a divorce letter from his mother. Instead, he was scolded by the emperor and demoted.
His eyes were lonely as he looked towards Jinling, where the most noble person in the world lived. However, the heart of this most noble person was harder than stone. But it didn't matter, someone would soon pull him down. As for the person who had been relying on him to show off his power, he was also about to fall.
But he was not in a hurry. One day he would go to Jinling in person to watch this man's downfall and watch him kneel before him begging for mercy.
He didn't believe that this person had any backbone. If it weren't for the Zhang family's dowry that supported his palace, he wouldn't be able to live the happy life he has today.
He had already checked the dowry that the guards had brought back from the woman. Most of it was new stuff, and many of the old stuff was gone, probably having been pawned.
Except for those personal items that my mother liked back then, which were not pawned, most of the other things had been touched. He was such a useless man that he actually supported his family business by relying on women's things.
He couldn't be impatient, he had to keep his composure. He would repay all the humiliation that Jinling had inflicted on him.
Zhang Jie looked at his cousin with a complicated expression. This cousin had a very rough fate since childhood. As the prince of a royal family, he was forced to leave Jinling City because of a child of a concubine. As a prince, he actually married a concubine as his princess and had an illegitimate child to inherit the royal family. Everything he did was more foolish than the other.
After leaving Jinling City, he had to hide his identity because of the hunt. Now looking at my cousin's face, he looked almost as old as my father. I knew in my heart that this cousin had suffered a lot, farming in the wind and sun, and he aged quickly.
It is normal to have some resentment in one's heart, and this resentment is definitely not directed at them, but probably at the two most honorable brothers in Jinling.
After the conversation, the old man left with his son and a stretcher. Zhang Tao stood there, thinking about something, and then he and the second son returned to the exile group.
At this time, many people in the exile team were discussing with the officials, wanting to go to Chuncheng to check the situation and replenish some food and water.
The refugees following behind swarmed towards Shi Zhou's tent. They held their bowls and drank the half bowl of porridge in their hands with great cherishment.
Even though it was only half a bowl of porridge, it was normal food. It wasn't like they were on the road, where even dead licorice, grass roots, and tree bark didn't escape their clutches.
After drinking the porridge, the exiled team sat down to rest. Three or two of them gathered together to talk, and then they suddenly started arguing for some reason. It seemed that some people wanted to leave here directly and continue to move forward to find a place with sufficient water. Others just didn't want to move forward and wanted to stay here. Half a bowl of porridge every day was enough for them to survive.
If there is any work again, they have money to build houses and cultivate land, which means they have settled down. They believe that the disaster will be over soon.
It seemed like every team was divided. Some wanted to stay, while others wanted to continue forward and see what lay ahead. Spring City only gave the refugees half a bowl of porridge each day, but that alone left them with little energy to work. Especially for those without travel permits, it was a complete shock. So, they wanted to continue forward and see if there were other options.
Even the exile team in front looked back curiously, because the village chief did not agree that they could stay here any longer. They had left the place where they were born and raised with their entire village and clan, and they could not enter the city at all because they had no pass. Did they want their future children to continue to be beggars?
Without a travel permit, they cannot even guarantee a normal life. They can only build houses around the mountains and live there. They have to wait for thirty years to go to the city to register before they can be issued a travel permit. During these thirty years, half of the grain they grow has to be handed over to the city, and the remaining half has to be paid as taxes. It is not certain whether they can survive for more than thirty years. It is better for them to go to the remote south where travel permits can be distributed directly, so that they can go to other better places.
They just suffered on the way, but if they could get a pass and come back, they would be eligible to be directly allocated to the village to build houses and live in, and the reclaimed land would be exempted from taxes for three years. Wouldn't that be better?
There was a lot of noise at the back for a long time, and no one knew who was convincing whom, but gradually the noise died down. All one could see was that some people were already moving frantically and didn't want to move forward anymore, or after leaving Mo City, there was almost no place to get supplies, so they even started to produce and drink their own food.
Otherwise, there would not have been a riot among refugees on the road. It was because the refugees knew they could no longer survive and wanted to seek a glimmer of hope. In the end, it was still the exile team, and each person saved a little water and gave it to the refugees behind. As for how they distributed it, it was none of the business of the people in front. But if another refugee riot happened, don't blame the knife in the hands of the officers.
Since the refugees got the water, they have been very well behaved and no longer made any inappropriate requests like before, because they knew that the people before them had also started to tighten their belts and reduce their diet.
Only then did they reach Chuncheng peacefully. After arriving in Chuncheng, the black-faced official entered directly with the list of exiles. He needed to connect with the local city lord to replenish his already scarce supplies.
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