There are more than a dozen tables placed next to the main road outside the west gate of Dingtao, and the baskets on them are filled with mixed grain steamed buns. As long as someone goes over, no matter how old or young, everyone will give two mixed steamed buns.

More than a hundred soldiers at the scene maintained order with swords and guns, and were responsible for placing many people in long queues and preventing people from collecting them repeatedly.

Those who have been led will have special soldiers to lead them away.

Instead of going to the city, they headed south. The soldiers said that there was a place for them ten miles away, where they could be accommodated, where they could be eaten, where they could be eaten, and where they could live.

The middle-aged man mixed in the crowd with his son, walked slowly along with the long queue, and was finally led to a wide plain.

The surroundings were endless, and the ground was full of dead grass, which was very desolate. Hundreds of people were holding sickles in their hands to harvest the dead grass, tied them into bundles and placed them aside, and then a special person removed the bales.

On a high ground far away from them, nearly a hundred houses of different sizes stand, and you can hear the noise from inside from afar.

When I got closer, I found that these houses had only two walls, and the remaining two sides were empty, and only a simple roof was built with weeds on it.

This is probably the use of those weeds! The middle-aged man thought to himself.

The weather is already cold at this moment, but I don’t feel cold inside.

First, because there are many people, there are actually one or two hundred people in this not-so-large room in front of me. Second, there are seven or eight charcoal basins in the room, and a teapot is placed on it, and something is being cooked.

Someone came over and called out the person in charge. He added dozens of thick porcelain bowls to them, gave them a small bag of millet, and then went out.

The manager gave them the bowl and told them that the teapot was cooked with ginger soup, which was used to keep the cold, and they could drink it as much as possible. There were two meals a day, one was dry and one was thin every day.

If you are chosen to pull weeds or do other things, you will be given a certain amount of wages, twenty copper coins a day. The government needs people who know carpenters, ironworking, and literacy. You can give one to five taels of wages every month based on your ability.

The middle-aged man had nothing to do and had only envy those who cheered. He drank ginger soup and heard the manager talk about the various rules here, just don’t make trouble, etc.

After listening for a while, he felt sleepy and fell asleep.

He left for more than ten days from Chenzhou to Dingtao, and was tired and hungry. Both his health and spirit reached a limit, and he was too tired.

This time I slept, it was the next morning.

His son had already woken up and ran outside with other children, with a long-lost smile on his face.

The in charge sent him two more noodles and a little pickled vegetables. He ate one and drank two large bowls of rice porridge that could reflect his face with the pickled vegetables.

As for the other, he hid it. Always considering it in advance for the future is the only reason why he lives to this day.

This amount of food is at most for him, but he is very content, at least he will not be starved to death like his relatives.

A soldier came and picked more than a dozen people out, but he didn't pick him. He entrusted his son to his fellow villagers who came together and decided to go out for a walk when he had time.

Only then did he have a clear understanding of where he lived last night.

This place is very big, and basically there are people coming every moment. There are also many people, at least 10,000 people living in nearly a hundred houses.

Some people are pulling weeds, some are hoeing trees, some are building walls, and they are constantly building new houses.

There were not many soldiers around, only two or three hundred. They were not wearing armor, but only long swords were slapped around their waists. Only soldiers at the entrance held long spears in their hands.

When he saw him approaching, he didn't drive him away. He just looked at him silently, and some people even smiled at him.

After walking around, he walked back. Seeing the manager waved to him, he quickly trotted over and bowed and said, "Manager Song, are you looking for me?"

Manager Song looked him up and down, with an admiring smile on his face, "Hey tall! Song Yadan, I noticed you when you came yesterday. You promised me one thing, and I will let you have two meals a day in the future."

Song Yadan had a compliment on his face, "That's good. You said, I'll listen. If a villain could do it, I would definitely agree." He had been in the world for many years and had learned to speak to others and speak to ghosts. He said casually, and it sounded full of sincerity.

Manager Song nodded with satisfaction and said, "It is said that the same surname was a family five hundred years ago. Both of you and I have surnamed Song, so I will be a family in the future. Let's go to Liaodong with us! You have a son, and I can also tell you another wife. A family of three can be divided into thirty acres of fertile land and six taels of silver. When I get there in the future, I can recommend you to command the village hero. In short, I will not treat you badly."

Song Yadan looked shocked, "Manager Song, what did you say? Go to Liaodong, what did you do?"

Not far away, there was a restlessness, and more than a dozen soldiers came towards this side, protecting several people dressed in scribes.

When Manager Song saw this, his face changed and he lowered his voice: "When the time comes, someone asks you, just say you are willing to go to Liaodong. Remember what I said, you must remember."

After saying that, he quickly ran over there, nodded and bowed, which was very similar to Song Yadan just now.

Fan Shen rubbed his hands, took a sip of hot tea, picked up the brush and asked, "What's your name? How old are you? How many people are there in the family? What are they all named? How old are they all?"

"Song Yadan, it's thirty-one! I can't remember."

"I'm talking about daming, not nicknames."

Song Yadan's face turned red, "Duck egg is a big name. The big duck at home started laying eggs when I was born. My father felt it was festive, so he gave me this name."

Fan Shen couldn't help but smile and said, "Your father really knows how to name others!"

Song Yadan replied: "There is another son named Dan'er. He is six years old and his other relatives are starving to death."

Fan Shen looked up at him inadvertently, picked up the pen and wrote it on, and said, "Dan'er is a nickname. Let me give your son a big name! It is said that only by remembering the bitterness and sweetness can life be better. Your surname is Song, so your son is Song Yitian!" As he said that, he wrote down the three words Song Yitian on the paper and handed them to Song Yadan.

Song Yadan took it with joy on his face, "Sir Xie."

Fan Shen waved his hand and said, "I'm not an adult. I'm just a dozen days earlier than you, just to know a few words. Brother Song, are you willing to go to Liaodong?"
Chapter completed!