Chapter 233
A woman with bound feet, with her only surviving son, had to tremble and follow the refugees from the same village to find a way to survive in the chaotic times. No one would be willing to leave their hometown unless they had no other choice and could not survive.
"His uncle, do you really want to go to that place?"
The leader of this group of refugees was an old man with mixed black and white hair. He held a pipe in his hand and would puff on it whenever he had nothing to do, even if it was empty, he could still satisfy his cravings. "People who fled the disaster in the north earlier said that there was a great and kind man like a bodhisattva in Jiangcheng. He would give food to anyone who worked, regardless of gender or age. He thought it was a place where you could survive. I wrote it down, but I didn't expect we would need it again."
"Is it true? It can fill people up." A teenager on the other side asked with a look of longing on his face.
"What are you dreaming about? I'm telling you to eat your fill. If everyone were to eat their fill, even kind people would be bankrupt. Just one bite to eat is enough to keep them from starving to death. With so many people wanting to seek refuge there, what if we get there and they don't want us?"
My uncle tapped the young man on the head with his pipe: "So you all should keep your mouths shut and stop talking nonsense."
How could I not be worried? There were over 300 people in my group alone, and it was hard to believe that kind people would be able to take them all in.
In the barren mountains outside Jiangcheng, half of a mountain was hollowed out in just a few months, and rows of earthen houses were neatly arranged into two large parts. These were the male and female dormitories for the refugees. Visiting each other was strictly prohibited. If anyone violated the rules, both men and women would be driven away from the construction site.
The housekeepers here are ruthless. Every rule is clearly written, and no matter if you are a man, a woman, an old man, or a child, you will be kicked out if you make a mistake twice. The third time, there will be no mercy. Every day, a special person will read the rules and conduct inspections with red cloth.
Ah, the housekeeper here is a woman. She is very powerful, beautiful, good at fighting, and efficient. She will handle all the matters, and no one dares to disobey her.
Of course, there are also some grown men who are not convinced. Why should they be controlled by a woman? No matter how beautiful or capable the woman is, it is not acceptable. Women should go home to cook and have children.
Unfortunately, anyone who caused trouble, whether they were the leader or the instigator, was driven away. No one dared to object to the housekeeper's words, and they were beaten and kicked without hesitation.
One thing you also need to understand is that they are refugees, refugees who no one cares about even if they are injured or killed. A few lives can wake up those who are not in their right mind.
This construction base for five to six thousand people was straightened out and built up bit by bit by Wen Zhezhi.
It is not easy at all. Miss Wen has grown from a family housekeeper to a person who has to manage the food, clothing, housing and transportation of five to six thousand people and the controller of a group society.
It is simple, and there is no need to worry about logistics. Food is taken from the house, and the only clothes are the simplest winter cotton coats, which are also most suitable for the coming winter. The wooden boards and stones used to build the dormitory are also taken from the house.
The people who worked the hardest in this process were the three housekeepers in the house. They kept moving things out, moving things out, and they wished they could return the energy that formed their bodies back to nothingness.
As for the sleeping Lu Daju, he had slept for several months. When he woke up, he yawned and stretched vigorously, arching his waist, chest, arms and back.
"Master? Master?" The voice was full of doubt.
I turned my head and saw that it was Little Bear carrying a bag of things: "What are you doing?"
"Send food to Sister Wen."
"Oh, how long have I been sleeping?"
The little bear put the food on his shoulder at his feet and began to count on his fingers.
Lu Daju slapped his head and felt a headache. He had been traveling through the rifts for years and had no concept of time there. The time in each world he stayed in was naturally different. Some days were 20 hours, some were 24 hours, and some were 32 hours. For various reasons, everyone except Rong Zhou developed difficulty in calculating time.
"Forget it, forget it." Lu Daju waved his hand, stopping Little Bear from continuing to count his fingers. "Is Rong Zhou back?"
"Huh?" Little Bear heard the question and stared at Lu Daju, who still looked like Rong Zhou with white hair and white clothes. He seemed to have figured something out and shouted, "You, you are the Second Master?!"
I just felt that the master who woke up was a little strange, and now I finally figured out what felt strange. The master would not stretch like that. That kind of stretching movement that stretched the whole body was something that Erye would do.
"Oh, oh, I forgot. I was still lying to you." After sleeping for a long time, Lu Daju forgot all the pranks he played before going to bed.
The little bear roared, and the little deer and Rongrong came over. Three pairs of big eyes stared at Lu Daju without blinking.
"Are you the Second Master?"
"Yes." Lu Daju felt a little guilty under their gleaming eyes.
"Are you really the Second Master?"
"Hey, this is fake." Since the game of real and fake Rong Zhou couldn't be played, there was no need to maintain Rong Zhou's appearance. Lu Daju mobilized his energy, and his long white hair faintly showed red hair, and his skin began to turn black.
The changes have just begun, and the energy that has been dormant and calm for several months is surging violently.
The pain in the chest was unbearable. The smell of blood spread from the mouth and dripped along the corners of the mouth onto the snow-covered clothes on the body. The falling drops were like a red plum blossom blooming in the winter snow, cold and gorgeous.
"Second Master, Second Master, what's wrong with you?" The three little ones rushed over, wanting to help helplessly, but they didn't know what to do.
"It's okay, it will be fine in a while." Lu Daju didn't take the fact that he couldn't use his energy seriously at all. It was simply an unexpected pain, and he felt so painful that he wanted to give himself a slap on the head.
It took him a long while to suppress the energy surging within him due to the conflict. He heard Rongrong's anxious voice beside him: "If only the master were here, it would be great. The master would definitely know what happened to the second master and would not let the second master suffer so much."
Hearing this, Lu Daju felt even more guilty. Rong Zhou must know why he compromised. As for the pain? Lu Daju believed that Rong Zhou would make him suffer even more. So the first thing Lu Daju did when he woke up was to find out whether Rong Zhou, who he had thrown out, had returned. He had to find a way to exonerate himself.
"By the way, where did the master go? Why does Erye look like the master?" The one who reacted the fastest was Xiaolu, who asked the most fundamental question directly. Three pairs of eyes looked at Erye, all with doubts and questions, and they were all asking why.
"Well, he's tired of staying in the house. The world is so big, he wants to go out and see it."
"Impossible, Master Er is lying."
"It's fake, it's a lie."
"I don't believe it. The Second Master is lying to us."
The three sentences were different, but the meaning was exactly the same. Lu Daju spread his hands and shrugged, unable to believe it. "Rong Zhou is not here right now. He's been out for several months, and you only realized it now. So he hasn't come back in all these months?"
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