Urban, fantasy, group portrait, one man and many women. Those who like to watch one male protagonist and multiple female protagonists interact, light novel style and full-level boss start, and group portraits such as Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba can read it. There are no cumbersome special nouns and no original settings that are difficult to remember. It is a very easy-to-understand novel with a relaxed writing style. [Laugh][laugh][smile]
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At night, the wind became more fierce. The door panel of the thatched cottage was knocked against by the wind. Jiang Tieya used a thick wooden stick to hold it against the wind. Only then did the sound of the wind weaken, leaving only a sharp whining sound. There were only a few coals left in the stove, and the sparks flickered and burned out, unable to heat half the room. The three of them huddled in a corner, and no one spoke. No more food. The bowl of thin batter given at noon had long been completely digested in the stomach. Jiang Tieya traveled half the village today to find a half-day's livelihood. The small amount of noodles he got back was enough for three people to share, which was not even enough for the bottom of the meal. At night, only the water for brushing is left in the pot. Jiang Tieya leaned against the stove with his eyes closed, breathing heavily and not falling asleep. His shoulders were straight, as if he was still carrying the sack he had carried during the day. Liu Ya huddled in the innermost corner, hugging her knees and balling up, her head buried low, and she even breathed lightly. Jiang Shi leaned against the earth wall and stared at the dark roof with his eyes open. The moonlight leaked through the hole and spread a small patch of cold white on the ground. In the dead silence, there was a sudden sound. Gulu - very light, muffled in clothes, but clear. Liu Ya's body instantly froze into stone. She buried her face deeper into her knees and tensed her shoulders, trying to suppress her voice. But after a while, the second sound rang again. Gululu—— This sound was longer, rolling out of the abdomen, with a bit of empty grievance, and it was particularly harsh in the quiet thatched house. She clenched the corner of the tattered clothes tightly with her fingertips, her knuckles turned white, and did not raise her head. Jiang Shi moved. He turned sideways, reached into the pile of straw under him, and after groping for a long time, he took out half a piece of bran cake. It was as hard as a tile, and the surface was covered with a thin layer of hoarfrost, the result of two days of dampness. I bought this from the firewood stack for Landlord Wang's house the day before yesterday. He had never been willing to eat it and originally kept it for emergencies. Half a piece, divided between three people, is not enough to fit between teeth. His fingertips paused for half a second, then he raised his hand and threw it over. Snap. The bran cake hit Liu Ya's arm, then rolled into her arms, hitting the bones with a muffled sound. Liu Ya raised her head suddenly, her eyes widened and frighteningly bright in the dark night. She looked at the bran cake in her arms, then at Jiang Shi, and opened her mouth but made no sound. Jiang Shi had turned back, with his back to her, and said in a cold voice: "Eat. Work tomorrow." Liu Ya's lips moved, as if she wanted to refuse. "Don't talk nonsense." She shut up immediately. She held the half piece of bran cake, her fingertips trembling a little. He brought it to his mouth and took a small bite. It is hard and irritates the throat, and the coarse chaff makes the gums ache. It has a damp musty smell and makes the throat dry when swallowed. She chewed slowly, chewing each bite into fine pieces and swallowing it mixed with saliva, as if she was eating some delicacy. Halfway through, she stopped. It's not that I'm full, it's that I can't bear it. She carefully wrapped the remaining half piece in the corner of her clothes and stuffed it deep into the straw. She pressed it again and again to make sure it was well hidden, and then she breathed a sigh of relief. A rustling sound came over, but Jiang Shi didn't look back. He knows. Anyone who has ever been hungry knows this. Holding a mouthful of food in your hand is more secure than anything else. Having something to eat today does not mean that you will have something to eat tomorrow. Leaving a bite behind means leaving a way out. He didn't say anything, nor did he promise that there would be food tomorrow. Because he doesn't know where tomorrow's food will be. In the second half of the night, the wind didn't stop. Jiang Shi was not sleepy at all, and his mind was spinning rapidly. He is settling accounts. The flour bag was empty, and odd jobs for Jiang Tieya were becoming increasingly difficult to find. During the disaster years, all landlords reduced their long-term workers, and no one wanted to hire short-term workers. Even if there is occasional work, the food in exchange is getting less and less. If it continues like this, it will not survive for three days. This road is dead. Gotta find another way. He closed his eyes and went through every house in the village that had food. The landowner Wang has a full granary, but he is stingy and stingy. He cannot even feed his own long-term workers and cannot get food from outside. Zhang Mazi may have a few buckets of food stored at home, but he and Jiang Tieya had a problem before, so coming to his door would be like scolding him. The remaining families are all hungry and have too much time to take care of themselves. Only Zhao Lizheng. Li Zheng, the person in charge of disaster relief food in the village, had too much food to pile up at home. The relief grains distributed openly were mixed with sand and water, and the grains secretly withheld were enough to feed his family for three years. Everyone in the village knew that he was greedy, but no one dared to say anything. It's useless to say it, because it has no basis or evidence, and it's easy for him to slip into his shoes. Jiang Shi tapped his fingers lightly on the ground. It's impossible to do it forcefully. Going directly to your door to ask for it is tantamount to courting death. An orphan without a father or mother died in the winter wilderness, and there was no one to collect the body. Neither can direct threats. Last time Zhao Lizheng came to the thatched house to check out the bottom, just because he was afraid that he would be lax and expose the greedy food thing. If he is really anxious, Zhao Lizheng will only strike first and shut him up forever. You can't be his enemy. It should be used as his "chess piece". A chess piece that he felt he could control and keep useful. To achieve this, it is useless to just rely on "I know you are greedy for food". You have to have a real hammer. Zhao Lizheng must know that he has real things in his hands and is not just talking nonsense. But it couldn't be fully exposed, it had to be hidden, so that Zhao Lizheng couldn't feel the depth and didn't dare to touch him easily. Where is the evidence? In the account books of Zhao Lizheng's family. How much was collected, how much was reported, and how much was the difference, were written clearly in black and white. He couldn't enter the Zhao Mansion. The high-walled courtyard is guarded by servants, and no child can even touch the door. Not even Liu Ya. He glanced sideways at the figure in the corner. The little girl huddled up into a small ball, breathing as shallowly as a cat, and still clutched the half piece of bran cake tightly in her hand. She is too afraid of people and too thin. Letting her steal the ledger is not asking for help, it's sending her to death. What to do? Let Zhao Lizheng come to him by himself. How to get him to come? Make him afraid. Afraid of the evidence in his hands, afraid of his nonsense, and even more afraid of him being used by others. As long as Zhao Lizheng was not sure how much he knew and whether there was anyone behind him, he would not dare to touch him and would only come to the door first to find out. As long as he is willing to come to the door, the deal can be negotiated. Jiang Shi's fingertips stopped. He has an idea. Last time the housekeeper of Zhao Lizheng's family was checking the accounts, he stood at the gate of the courtyard and recited the numbers. He happened to pass by and heard something. The amount was not big, just a fraction of what was deducted last month, but it was enough to make Zhao Lizheng feel nervous. Tomorrow, he would go to the wall of Zhao Mansion, draw a grain bag with charcoal, and write the number next to it. No need to leave a name. Zhao Lizheng understood it at a glance. He bet that Zhao Lizheng would not dare to speak out. The matter of greed for food is not visible to the public. The more guilty you are, the less you dare to investigate it in a big way. He will only look for people secretly to see who is doing the trick. In the end, it was found that he was an orphan, and it was in line with Zhao Lizheng's expectations - a little smart kid who wanted to change his stuttering, easy to handle. As long as he is willing to see him, Jiang Shi is confident that he can get grain out of his hands. If the bet wins, all three of them can survive. If you lose the bet, you will run into the mountains at worst. You can always hide in the wild mountains for a few days. When the sky slowly turned white, Liu Ya suddenly moved. She sat up suddenly, her chest heaving violently, her forehead was covered with sweat, and she was breathing heavily. It's a nightmare. It took a long time for her to recover. With the faint morning light, she looked around and saw Jiang Tieya snoring by the stove, Jiang Shi with his back to her, and smelled the faint smell of charcoal ash in the air. She slowly lay back down, put her hand into the straw, and touched the half piece of hard chaff cake. Still there. She held the bran cake in her hand, held it tightly to her chest, and closed her eyes. This time, she didn't have any more nightmares. At dawn, Jiang Shi stood up. He moved his frozen hands and feet, and the bones made a slight clicking sound. He opened the door of the thatched house a crack, and the cold wind rushed in instantly, making people shrink back. He glanced down at his hands. The fingertips were stained with black coal from the stove last night. He had already thought of the numbers he was going to write. That string of numbers was not big, but it was enough to make Zhao Lizheng feel uneasy. The sky outside the door was still cloudy, and the wind carried fine snow foam, which hit my face painfully. Jiang Shi took a deep breath of air and stepped out. If you take this step out, you will either get food to survive, or you will never come back. He didn't look back.
A new author, this is a slow-burning book, there is no golden finger, but the protagonist steps one step at a time, from the imperial examination to the temple, from the beginning to change the fate of himself and the people around him to the fate of the entire world, maneuvers, reforms, battlefields, temple battles, please comment