Chapter 299： outside world

The seven or eight villages that have not given up their orchards are watching the joke curiously, including Old John's village.

Old John is now the head of a village, and his son is a militiaman in the village. That's right! It's the militia. Since the riots subsided, all officials in charge have unanimously decided to set up a 10-man militia unit for each village. It is managed by the village head, who can receive as much food as a regular soldier every month, while the militia can only receive half of the share.

However, although the militia only has half of the share, there are still many people who want to go in after breaking their heads. Because the militiamen are basically like ordinary villagers, they only come out to resolve disputes in the village. There are not many things to do, and you can also receive food every month. If you are called to go to sea with regular soldiers, you will also have travel subsidies.

"Father, I saw Uncle Three when I went to Nanhai Town with the boat the day before yesterday." Old John's son who was a militiaman said while planting sweet potatoes.

"How is he?" Old John asked as he planted.

"He was begging on the street," said John Sr.'s son.

"Oh!" Old John didn't say anything.

"At that time, I went shopping with the crew, and he rushed over from the side of the road and hugged my leg, which surprised me. I thought it was another refugee." Old John's son said: "I didn't want to care about it at first. His, but he kept calling me by my name and clung to me. After looking carefully, I realized it was him."

"How can you not recognize your third uncle?" Old John said.

"Stop talking! He has become like that. If you don't look carefully, who will recognize it?" Old John's son said.

Old John stopped what he was doing and said, "Has he changed a lot?"

"Big! It's too big! I almost couldn't recognize it!" Old John's son said with an exaggerated expression: "The whole body is dirty, his hair is dirty, and he is skinny. I saw where he lived Well, it was piled up with a lot of refugees under the eaves of other people’s houses on the side of the road, and there were only some rags picked up somewhere as quilts.”

"How could that happen?" Old John froze for a long time and frowned and said, "Can't people who are expelled take away their things?"

"You can bring it, but it's different outside here. His things have been robbed long ago." Old John's son said.

"Then, why doesn't he look for work? He's not such a lazy person!" Old John said, "It should be fine to work to support himself! Why did he become a beggar?"

"Father, I don't know if you haven't been outside. Do you think it's easy to find work outside? No! So many refugees who don't want to find work? But let them have work!" Old John said. said the son.

"Don't those aristocratic gentlemen outside hire people to work?" Old John said strangely.

"Please! But there are so many refugees, they don't want so many people! Not every noble lord is like the city lord, who will always have endless work." Old John's son said.

Old John continued to farm in silence.

"Father, do you know how much you can get by working outside for a day?" Old John's son asked.

"How many things?" Old John asked casually.

"Such a big piece of black bread!" Old John's son made an exaggerated gesture.

Old John looked up and said, "Why are there so few? One person is not very full after eating it! How could someone do it? You are too exaggerated!"

"It's not an exaggeration at all! If you don't believe me, you can ask people who have been out." Old John's son refused: "Nobody did it? There are many people who steal their heads! Don't think about it, no one will pick him!"

Old John's son glanced at Old John, and said, "If you are like you, no one will pick you!"

Old John took a sweet potato seedling and threw it on his son's head, and said, "Someone picks someone like you? Usually you are asked to work and you are always lazy!"

Old John's son picked up the sweet potato seedlings with a smile and said, "Isn't this in Hinterland? It's not outside!"

"Is it really that bad outside?" Old John stopped what he was doing and asked.

"Then why didn't they come to Xun Telan for refuge?" Old John said.

"You think anyone can come?

Old John's son also stopped what he was doing, and said, "Those soldiers said that the city lord has an agreement with the Human Alliance. It was originally planned to receive 100,000 people, because they were worried that there would be insufficient food and did not dare to ask for more. But then there were too many refugees. , Those officials couldn’t stand it anymore, and secretly took in tens of thousands more people. Every person who goes to Hinterland has a list, and the Human Alliance will pay the city lord some money per head.”

"They will let you know about such things?" Old John said.

"Many soldiers say this, and I don't know if it's true or not."

The son of Old John said: "Also, I saw that after the soldiers let people board the ship, the nobles outside would give the soldiers a thick stack of books. The soldiers would check them one by one. Those who are expelled by Lan are not allowed to come to Hinterland again, anyway, the checks on those who board the ship are very strict."

"No wonder there are a lot fewer people coming during this time!" Old John said.

Old John's son looked left and right and saw no one around, so he whispered, "It's not all because of this. Father, let me tell you, don't say it outside."

Old John's son said mysteriously: "Once when I was delivering drinks to Officer 16, I heard her tell Officer 17 that because the Alliance was defeated, the humans at the Alliance Command seemed to have pushed the elves into danger. , was surrounded by orcs, UU Reading So a few months ago, the ship was urgently dispatched to rescue people. The city lord was in the elf army at that time, but at that time there was a refugee riot here in Hinterland, so Commander 1617 was always angry at that time."

Old John was taken aback. He gave his son a hard look, and said, "How dare you eavesdrop on the chiefs? Don't do this in the future! Also, now you're rotten in your stomach, Don't speak out!"

"I'm not stupid!" said Old John's son, "I don't want to leave Hinterland just yet!"

"According to what you say, everyone outside is dead?" It was Old John who hurriedly changed the subject.

"Isn't it? Starved to death, there are a lot of people!" Old John's son said: "However, there are still some nobles outside who give out some porridge every day at the door and other places. Small bowl, so big!"

Old John's son made a gesture: "It's like the kind of porridge we got when we first came here with Uncle Tom, but it's not every day!"

"Well!" Old John buried himself in his work, and he was indeed very grateful to Tom: "What happened to you and third uncle?"

"I gave him some money and left!" said Old John's son. "What else can I do? I can't bring him to Hinterland again."

"Don't the officers talk about you?" Old John asked.

"They don't care! They say the money is mine, and I can use it as I want. Even if I throw it into the sea, they won't care about me. But I guess, the money is only enough for him to buy a dozen pieces of black bread. ’ said Old John.

"Since the officers have allowed it, you should give more, that's your third uncle! Why can you only give so little? What's the use of a dozen black bread?" Old John said with a glare.