Before Gu Qing could leave the house, he heard Gu Fei’s shout and hurriedly walked into the house.

Gu Fei groaned and took out a few taels of silver from under the pillow: “Brother, I know that the family has no money. This is all that I saved before. You can use it to buy food first.”

Gu Qing took the silver in surprise. Could it be that the silver was still hidden in the shoes? Such a big piece would hurt your feet.

Gu Fei said again: “I have to ask my eldest brother for one thing. Go into the city and ask whether Pingyang Marquis Mansion’s female relatives are still in prison.”

She was worried that the second young lady might be exiled.

Gu Qing nodded: “I happen to be going to the Yamen, I will make sure to inquire carefully.”

Gu Qing took the silver and went out, and the father and son hurried to the city.

After a while, Li Chunhua came in with Xiao Cao in her arms, followed by a woman and a little boy.

Gu Fei stood up and smiled at her: “Aunt.”

This woman, Mrs. Li, was Li Chunhua’s aunt. She was the one who introduced Gu Qing and Li Chunhua to each other to get married.

The little boy was Mrs. Li’s child, Huzi, who was seven years old this year.

Mrs. Li put a basket with a dozen eggs on the bed and said: “I’ve heard that you came back. I didn’t have any other good things. I’ve only saved a few eggs at home that can replenish your health.”

“Thank you, Auntie. How are you at home?” Gu Fei said while looking at Mrs. Li. The original owner hadn’t seen her in eight years. Mrs. Li was much older, and her face was full of sorrow.

Mrs. Li sighed, “Oh, what else could it be? The harvest this year is not good. It hasn’t rained since the beginning of spring. Not even a single summer grain has been harvested. The autumn grain can’t be sown. What will our family eat from now on? Ah!”

Li Chunhua hugged Xiao Cao and also sighed: “Isn’t that to everyone? I heard that several families in the next village have fled to famine. There is no other way. There is no food, we can’t just let ourselves starve to death at home.”

The original owner’s family had some savings, but to redeem Gu Fei, they emptied all their savings. She doesn’t know how they will live in the future.

The two women sighed at each other.

Gu Fei felt a chill in her heart when she heard this, and suddenly remembered the history book she had memorized during the college entrance examination. In the year xxxx AD, there was a severe drought in the five northern counties. The drought lasted for three years. The entire north had no harvest, so nine out of ten households were affected. The fields were empty, and people starved to death. They ate bark, grass, roots, field mice and bugs, and everything edible in the fields. In the end, they had no choice but to eat people.

Some ate their wives, some ate their sons, some cut the flesh directly from the corpses and ate them, and there were countless women and children sold to the South by human traffickers.

Too many people died, but no one collected their bodies. The corpses rotted and bred bacteria, which caused the plague. Later, the entire north became a hell.

Gu Fei knew from her memory that it was now the third year of the Jiayou Dynasty, and Jiayou was the reign name of the last emperor!

According to the demise of the Jiayou Dynasty, wasn’t that this current year?

The three-year drought has begun?

Gu Fei’s heart trembled, and she tried her best to recall the content of the history book. The current emperor was called Emperor Ai in history. Since the severe drought in the north in the third year of Jiayou, the people in the north have been in dire straits. The central government has gradually lost control over the local areas. Since then, the whole country has been in a period of turbulence for a century.

Oh my gosh, how could I have traveled to this era?

Gu Fei suddenly shivered from the cold.

What should she do?

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