Although the refugees were driven away, no real bloodshed was seen, so they continued to follow Zhao Yiming and his convoy, hoping that there would be some truly kind-hearted people in the carriage who would take pity on them and do them a favor.
Now there are many people on the official road, and the convoy can't speed up to get rid of them, so the soldiers can only keep their nerves tense and be on guard at all times.
Until noon, the tired guards had not spoken a word, but the people in the carriages were crying out in hunger.
Seeing this, Tian Mingwu could only find a place to rest nearby. He couldn't just go without eating!
Even if we ignore the people in the carriage, the soldiers and secret guards also need to eat, otherwise if a fight really breaks out, they will be so hungry that they will be weak and how can they compete with the enemy.
The meal consisted of steamed buns prepared yesterday, which had lost their warmth and were frozen solid. Due to circumstances, they didn't even boil water.
The soldiers and secret guards had long been accustomed to it, so they said nothing and ate their allocated rations while defending.
But the children of officials in the carriage were not like that. Perhaps they knew they were about to reach the capital and would be able to go home and live a good life, so they all started to act pretentiously.
"How can I eat this hard food?"
"That's right. How can I eat in such cold weather without even a sip of hot water?"
"I am the daughter of the Minister's family. How dare you use this to perfunctorily deal with me? Be careful or I will tell my father and you will be in big trouble. Quick, bring me some hot food."
A woman in the carriage who claimed to be the daughter of the Minister pulled the soldiers guarding outside the carriage.
After all, they were not prisoners, so the soldier didn't dare to touch her. He could only explain quietly, "The situation is very strict right now, and we can't light a fire to cook. Miss, please be patient and make do with what you have! Everyone eats the same."
Unfortunately, she didn't listen at all. "You're lying." She pointed at the carriage in front of Tian An and his group and said, "The people in that carriage definitely don't eat these hard, cold steamed buns."
The soldier glanced in the direction she pointed, then turned around and said, "Who says it's not true? I saw with my own eyes that they distributed the same steamed buns as everyone else."
Then he tried to persuade her kindly, "We are on the march and it's good enough to have coarse flour buns to fill our stomachs." He even held up the half-eaten bun in his hand to show her, "This is a white flour bun, it's delicious!"
The soldier thought that since he had said so, she would calm down.
Unexpectedly, despite the soldier's kind words of persuasion, the woman not only refused to give up, but also sarcastically said, "How can you, the lowly people, eat food worthy of my mouth?"
"You..." The soldier wanted to say, "You're a man who's eaten pig food, why are you being so pretentious?" But he was afraid of getting his general into trouble, so he held back his words.
Originally, the people in the other carriages were just whispering about their dislike for the steamed buns, but after hearing the commotion here, they started to follow suit and make a fuss.
Seeing this, Tian Mingwu rode over on his horse and slammed the hilt of his sword against the carriage, frightening the minister's daughter. "Today, we only have steamed buns. Not only do you have to eat steamed buns now, but you also have to eat steamed buns tonight. If you don't eat, you'll starve."
Then he directly ordered the soldier beside him: "If she doesn't eat this meal, don't give her any food tonight."
His stern eyes swept over the carriages that had just been making a commotion, "You too, if you don't want to eat, then don't eat. This will just allow our soldiers to eat more."
"You..." The frightened woman felt humiliated and wanted to redeem herself. She pointed at Tian Mingwu and threatened, "My father is the Minister of the Court. How dare you do this to me?"
Tian Mingwu was not used to her, and snorted coldly: "Don't say you are just the daughter of an assistant minister, even if your father is here, you have to eat steamed buns for me."
"You, you, huh! If you don't want to eat it, then don't eat it." The woman said angrily.
Looking at the hard steamed bun in his hand, his eyes rolled and he threw the bun directly out of the carriage.
"It's a steamed bun." A sharp-eyed refugee was the first to pick up the steamed bun thrown on the ground by the minister's daughter.
But just as he put it to his mouth, before he could eat it, a man rushed up from behind and snatched it away.
The man had just taken a bite when a hand came out from nowhere and snatched it away.
In the midst of the scramble, a dusty steamed bun fell to the ground and disappeared in an instant. The lucky ones got a bite, while the unlucky ones were torn, pulled, pushed and stepped on, leaving them covered in wounds.
The minister's daughter turned pale with fright when she saw how they desperately tried to grab a steamed bun.
"Idiot!" Tian Mingwu cursed angrily and immediately ordered the team to move quickly.
The next moment, a sharp female voice from the refugee crowd pointed at their convoy and shouted, "There must be more steamed buns in the carriages. They would rather throw them away than give them to us. If you want to survive, hurry up and grab them!"
In an instant, all the refugees nearby rushed towards the convoy.
Seeing that the situation was not right, Zhao Yiming rushed out first with Tian An and the others' carriage, and the guards also quickly followed the carriage behind them.
Whether intentionally or unintentionally, the carriage carrying the Minister's daughter should have been in the middle of the team, but now it was at the back.
Because they were moving too slowly, their carriage was the first to be surrounded by refugees.
Pairs of black hands covered in mud stretched out from the windows of the carriage, scaring the women inside so much that they turned pale and huddled in the corner.
What's more, a brave refugee climbed directly onto the carriage. Seeing that there was a group of clean and beautiful girls in the carriage, his eyes changed.
"Ah, don't come over here..."
These young ladies from official families had never seen such a scene before! They were already terrified, and now they were even more frightened and screamed and cried loudly.
It would have been better if they didn't scream, because this screaming actually attracted more men with bad intentions.
Just as the men's eyes were gleaming and they were stretching out their evil claws towards them, a woman hiding in the corner looked hatefully at the instigator of all this, the minister's daughter.
When a dirty man stretched out his hand to her, she suddenly grabbed the minister's daughter who was hiding behind the crowd and pushed her towards the man. Due to inertia, she pushed the man out of the carriage.
Seeing this, the other women followed suit, using the minister's daughter as a shield and working together to push her out.
"What are you doing? Why are you doing this to me? I want my father to kill you."
She held on to the carriage tightly, but someone was pushing her in front and refugees were pulling her from behind. Her nails were broken and she couldn't hold on for more than a few seconds.
With a scream of "Ah...", the Minister's daughter was quickly pulled off the carriage by the refugees. The young lady who had first pushed her looked blankly at the carriage door and said, "Don't blame us. You are the one who caused those refugees. You should have been the one to stop them."
Perhaps because they were also accomplices, the others also trembled and echoed: "No, that's right, it's all her fault. If she wants to blame someone, she should blame herself."
"That's right, that's right. It's all her own fault. She can't blame anyone else."
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