At this moment, their faith completely collapsed.

Heshan County can be said to be their last chance.

Zhang Feimo was watching at the city gate, and he had a clear view of the situation below.

He didn't say anything. He was waiting, waiting until they were most panicked, and then throwing the bait to them.

Only then will they truly understand how difficult it is to be able to step into this city gate.

It was not until a quarter of an hour later that some of the refugees even knelt down towards them.

"Please, sir, please let us in. As long as you open the city gate and let us in, we will do anything you ask us to do."

one of the refugees yelled.

This kind of thing happened all the time. Once one person started shouting, the others would follow suit.

At this time, he also knelt down towards the city gate...

"We will queue up and maintain order. As long as adults are willing to open the door, we promise not to fight or scramble for it."

"Yes, yes, yes, please open the door, please open the door..."

"......"

Hearing the voices from below the city tower, Zhang Feimo did not open the city gate immediately, but shouted at them:

"Everyone listen, I am Zhang Feimo, the county magistrate of Heshan County. If you want to enter the city, you must follow our orders. If anyone does not follow our rules, the city gate will be closed. You can do whatever you want!"

After saying this, Zhang Feimo went down the city gate.

This action immediately frightened the refugees.

Some people even knelt there, looking at the place where Zhang Feimo disappeared, at a loss.

The bolder ones would just yell at him not to leave.

"Sir, please give us another chance..."

Everyone knelt down and kowtowed to Zhang Feimo.

You know, this is the only county town whose gates are willing to open for them.

If even they close the city gates, they will die here within three days.

Only they know how difficult it is to escape the famine all the way south.

I am lucky to have escaped here alive.

Besides, what did they just hear?

The yamen runners said that everyone could get a bowl of porridge as long as they did not fight or grab it and lined up in an orderly manner.

This is something they never dreamed of.

On the way to escape famine, let alone porridge, they even ate tree bark.

When they first fled the famine, they would not let go of anything that was slightly green.

What does porridge taste like? They have all forgotten it.

Thinking of this, although the refugees still had complaints in their hearts, they finally calmed down a lot.

Seeing that everyone was quiet, one of the refugees stood up and shouted to everyone:

"I believe you have heard what the adults said just now. If we all want to survive, then we should line up quietly, with the old, weak, and disabled people in front. Is that a problem? If we want to negotiate with the adults, then we must show our sincerity and arrange for him first. When the adults see our sincerity, maybe they will open the city gate for us again."

As the man finished speaking, many people made suggestions.

"Then tell me, except for the old, weak, sick and disabled, which village will be in the front and which village will be in the back?"

"Yeah, you can't just say your village should be in the front first, that's not fair."

"Isn't it? There are fewer people in our village, so we should be in the front of the line."

"Why should the group with fewer people go first? Wouldn't it be better for the group with more people to go in?" another person also jumped out and said.