More than an hour later, after several battles, the group finally arrived at Qingxia Village safely.

Duan Zhujun sighed, "This life is damn exciting!"

As darkness fell, the group arrived at the territory of Qingxia Village and breathed a sigh of relief.

Tiger's father, Zhao Da, and several other men patrolled the village, carrying lanterns in their hands.

Some people are still complaining: "How could anyone possibly come to this godforsaken place?"

Someone chimed in: "Yeah, only a bunch of starving idiots would come here. Wouldn't it be better to rob the rich in town?"

Tiger's father scolded, "Shut up and patrol properly."

Who is it?

Sudden!

Tiger's father forcefully swung the cleaned bamboo pole in his hand.

Whoosh!

Like a sharp sword!

It was planted not far from Duan Zhujun.

He quickly shouted at the top of his lungs, "Don't do anything! I'm a student who came here for study tours last time. Tell your village head to come here."

Tiger's father glanced at Zhao Dayou and the others.

Those people gave a dry laugh, "So, there really are fools coming?"

Before long, Chen Gui and Chen Qingshan arrived with torches.

Using the light, the boys saw that just a few steps away from their feet was a trench about two adults tall and ten feet wide.

And there was a trench not far away.

Uncle Mi nodded slightly, "Yes, with people who are so vigilant and cautious, the villages here will definitely be very safe."

The refugees are now gathered at the city gate, all hoping for a chance to go inside and rest.

Why would anyone travel such a long distance to rob a village? The cost-benefit ratio is too low.

In this situation, anyone with foresight who takes precautions to protect the village in advance is not a fool.

Chen Gui asked in confusion, "Students? What are they doing here?"

It was dark and far away.

He shouted again, "What was the show you performed in our village last time?"

Shi Jingxing smiled and said, "You must be Uncle Gui, the old village head. The show is Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio, and the famous scene is—you've arrived just in time."

The three boys laughed for a while.

Chen Gui laughed heartily, "As expected, it's you guys. What's up so late?"

Duan Zhujun hesitated for a moment, then said in a hoarse voice, "I went out of the city to provide disaster relief, but the refugees have taken notice of me, so I had no choice but to run away. I'd like to ask for lodging for a while."

A long silence followed.

The villagers behind Chen Gui whispered, "They've got their eyes on them, Uncle Gui. Should we refuse them? What if these people are following us? Wouldn't we be targeted by the leader of the refugees?"

Chen Qingshan retorted, "Nonsense! These are all teenagers, perfectly healthy people. How can you abandon them to those refugees?"

Chen Gui nodded: "Place the ladder down and let them come over."

Uncle Mi looked around, feeling as if there were wolves, wild boars, or even refugees watching them from a distance in the darkness.

I felt panicked.

Several constables whispered, "Could it be that they're afraid and won't help us?"

suddenly.

Peng.

Then, by the faint light of the torches and from a distance, they saw that someone had already carried a ladder, laid it down, and pushed it little by little to their feet.

"Come here quickly. Be careful."

More than forty men exclaimed in surprise.

Uncle Mi said in a deep voice, "You guys go first, I'll keep an eye on the surroundings for you."

Within a dozen or so breaths, all forty-odd people had come over and breathed a sigh of relief.

Zhao Dayou looked at those people in surprise and exclaimed, "Holy crap, there's blood! Uncle Gui! Qingshan!"

Under the torchlight, a body covered in black bamboo armor plates soaked in barrel oil, glistening with blood.

Chen Gui glanced around, becoming increasingly uneasy.

Chen Qingshan also quietly tightened his grip on the torch in his hand.

Damn it, there was no need to look; the strong smell of blood went straight into people's nostrils.

Duan Zhujun chuckled dryly, "It's all blood from the battles fought with refugees who wanted to rob travelers."

Chen Gui nodded, then calmly said, "You come from outside. For the safety of the villagers, you can only stay on the outskirts of the village for seven days. After seven days, you are free to move around. Can you accept this? If not, please leave immediately."

Uncle Mi asked in confusion, "Why?"

Chen Gui retorted, "Don't you know that when refugees gather, they can cause plagues? Coughing and fever can be very dangerous."

Shi Jingxing coughed, "I never imagined that the villagers in this small mountain village would know more than we do."

Chen Qingshan laughed and said, "It was all Xian-ge who told me."

Chen Xian? "Could it be Mr. Chen?"

"Exactly!"

The three boys suddenly realized.

Chen Gui continued, "Each family in the village has a limited amount of food. We are currently providing two white steamed buns and a dish of pickled vegetables for each person for three meals a day, which costs four coins. Is that acceptable? We can temporarily pay on credit."

Duan Zhujun chuckled and said, "I understand."

The other villagers all looked at Chen Gui and nodded repeatedly.

Uncle Gui is really smart; he made another fortune.

No wonder he has the brains to be a village head.

...

Truman finally managed to bribe the guards under the cover of night, just as Lu Chao had instructed, and then he actually managed to smuggle a lot of refugees.

Several attendants specifically targeted lone young men and women, whispering, "Food is provided, but would you like to sign an employment contract with my master?"

Some people hesitated.

The servants didn't care either.

They went directly to other people.

All who follow him.

Each person was given a large white steamed bun.

Those who were still hesitating gritted their teeth, stamped their feet, and followed immediately.

One of the men coughed a few times.

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