The stall owner begged desperately, "Master, Master, please have mercy and give me some money. I need that money to buy medicine for my wife."

The soldier grabbed the food from the stall and stuffed it into his mouth. "Get lost. I don't have any money."

As he said this, he pushed the stall owner away and went to grab the next stall.

"Wow, where did this fruit come from? It's very sweet."

"Master Jun, please give me as much as you can. I have an 80-year-old mother to take care of."

The patrol soldier kicked the man and said, "Get out of here. I need this money for drinking."

The long street was filled with sad voices and complaints.

The people kept complaining, fearing that they would be the next to be robbed, and they hurriedly packed up their stalls and went back.

Some stall owners were ready to go back, but were caught by soldiers halfway and their bags were snatched away.

Who in this place can get the money from the military commander?

That is the restaurant that is not afraid of power.

Anyone who comes in there has to pay.

pity.

The more money you have, the more money you get.

It is extremely difficult for poor people like them to survive on these few cents.

It has only been less than a quarter of an hour.

It is even harder to find people alive in this area.

Jiang Rao stood in an inconspicuous position, observing all this silently.

The people of this place are not united at all, so how could they resist the attack of Qin?

What methods does the king here have to make these people obey his orders?

Even the Qin Empire was somewhat afraid of this move.

I'm getting more and more curious.

A hint of doubt flashed across Jiang Rao's eyes.

Wait until the soldiers go further away.

Only

The common people finally breathed a sigh of relief and cursed, "Alas, this is not going to let us ordinary people live."

"What's the difference between him and a robber?"

"Let's fight, your Majesty won't even give us a chance to live."

"I've had enough of this life. There's no hope at all."

"I would rather the Great Qin Empire win the battle and quickly retake us. Either way, we will die..."

The words have not been finished.

An old man beside him covered his mouth and said, "Oh, silly child, you shouldn't say that. Watch out for your head."

The man was only a teenager, full of passion. "What are you afraid of? We live in fear all day long, what's the difference between that and death?"

Several people looked horrified when they heard his big statement.

If you dare to talk about the monarch in public, you may be the next one to suffer.

They were only cursing the soldiers who bullied them.

I would never dare to do anything more excessive.

"You are really stupid if I say you are stupid. You say everything out loud. If the group leader hears you, you won't be able to save yourself even if you have ten heads."

"I'm not afraid of death anyway." The young man stiffened his neck and refused to accept the result.

The old man next to the young man shook his head, hurriedly stopped the man, and walked deeper into the yard together.

Occasionally, their voices could be heard.

"Why don't you listen to my advice, kid? If you continue like this, don't follow me out."

Upon hearing this,

The boy softened his tone and said, "Grandpa, I was wrong. I won't say it again."

"Grandpa, what you just said doesn't count. I'll come out to play next time."

"Grandpa, did you hear me?"

The sound of conversation faded away until it could no longer be heard.

Jiang Rao handed over the silver to the stall owner.

The stall owner clasped his fists and thanked him, “Thank you very much.”

These days, paying for something is a natural thing, and you can get a thank you in return.

sad.

Jiang Rao retracted his gaze.

He followed quietly, fan in his hand.

The path was wet and muddy,

Turn around and around.

The figure seemed to disappear.

Jiang Rao stopped.

Looking at the deserted alley,

Sense the changes in the surrounding atmosphere.

Suddenly

A gust of wind blew.

Jiang Rao sneered, "Senior, sorry to bother you."

Following the voice.

He turned around quickly and used his fan to block the sword.

"Qin people?"

Just one and a half moves.

The old man had a cold face and immediately guessed the identity.

Only people of the same kind can understand habits well.

Just by the sound.

Jiang Rao was sure that he had not found the wrong person.

He stopped attacking.

He clasped his fists and said, "Senior, you have good eyesight. You are worthy of being the Qin State Master."