"Sir, let us go into the city and find a safe place to sleep. We're so tired..."
"Sir, since we haven't eaten enough, let us go into town and beg in front of other people's houses..."
Soon, Brother Xiong received a message: "Brother Xiong, it seems that two high-ranking officials are looking for someone."
Brother Xiong shook his head uncertainly and said, "It can't be those three teenagers, can it?"
The subordinate chuckled, "Heh heh, if that's really the case, it seems these three aren't ordinary rich kids. Wouldn't it be great if we could capture them all and blackmail the high official into giving us a cartload of grain? Haha..."
"Let me calm down!"
"This is a golden opportunity! What are you waiting for?"
Just as the constables were grabbing the boy and whispering instructions, Brother Xiong shouted in a deep voice, "Don't let our core gang members out. Let the outer brothers handle it."
"yes!"
Tear.
Someone stopped the yamen runners.
Soon the refugees and the yamen runners started fighting.
Shi Lang was terrified.
A group of yamen runners had already started dragging the two officials away.
"My lord, return to the city immediately! The disaster victims are rioting."
Duan Wangshu suddenly cursed under his breath: "I was so worried that I lost my mind. I should have stayed put. Brother Shi, having the yamen runners find them just shows that they are not simple people. Isn't this just telling a bunch of filthy-minded people, 'Come on, tie them up, and you'll be living the high life!'"
Shi Lang felt ice-cold all over.
The three of them were too far from the city gate.
Duan Zhujun's face suddenly turned pale. The city gate, which was only a dozen feet high, seemed like an insurmountable chasm.
The knowledgeable attendant noticed that the city gate was blocked off, while the area further away from the gate was open and spacious.
The leader, surnamed Mi, was a hunter from the mountains. He whispered, "Quickly retreat to the outer perimeter and find a chance to return to the city!"
Three or five constables followed along, looking bewildered.
The whooshing sound of arrows startled those who wanted to block their path.
Several people were even shot in the chest.
The crowd immediately scattered.
The two elderly fathers standing on the city wall breathed a sigh of relief.
"Fortunately, I have a few knowledgeable attendants with me."
Forty attendants and five constables protected the three men.
Seeing them running further and further away, Brother Xiong gritted his teeth and said, "They're obviously old hunters from the mountains. They're really cunning. What a great piece of meat!"
"Don't worry, brother. There are refugees outside right now. These young masters are all pampered and spoiled. How could they possibly sleep on wild vegetables? In a few days, they'll definitely try to find out where to come..."
We'll lie in wait here, hehe... Tell the brothers to be on high alert at night these next few days!
I watched them run away.
After running for about ten breaths, there weren't many people left behind.
"Uncle! I can't run anymore."
Shi Jingxing's stomach was bloated and painful. Uncle Mi looked around and said, "It's alright now, young master. Where do we go now?"
The three young masters looked bewildered.
Lü Yunchuan: "How about we go to my place?"
How long will it take to arrive?
"It would take more than an hour to walk there."
"Is the village head honest and reliable?"
After a long silence, Lü Yunchuan slowly said, "The rice, flour, and cooking oil that kind people from above distributed as relief were first stored at his house."
Some people saw that there was more than they could eat, but those who really needed it had no idea what relief was.
His house was the most beautiful one in the village, a three-courtyard house with blue bricks and tiles, while everyone else was just farming a few acres of land.
His family doesn't run a business, so how did they manage to amass such a large fortune?
He owns oxen and sleds, and everyone must use his to plow the fields; otherwise, it's considered disrespectful. This has made people from other villages afraid to even enter our village to plow, for fear of being beaten by him..."
Despite their heavy breathing and sense of relief at surviving, they cursed under their breath upon hearing this, "He's just a worthless, filthy bug! Damn it."
Uncle Mi shook his head: "It's a bit far. There are refugees everywhere now. We don't know if we'll encounter a large gang, or dozens of fat pigs. It's too dangerous to have to protect you."
Duan Zhujun tentatively suggested, "How about we go to Qingxia Village? We went there last time, didn't we? It's less than an hour away by carriage, but walking might take a bit longer, about two hours."
Uncle Mi pondered for a moment, "Is the village head there reliable?"
"Yes, the villagers are honest and kind. The method of preventing the locust plague some time ago was suggested by the villagers. The county magistrate has met with the village headman many times, visited Qingxia Village, and the writer of the storybook Liaozhai is also in this village."
I don't know if he's in the city or living in the village now.
Multiple buffs.
Uncle Mi breathed a sigh of relief.
Being received by the county magistrate or having a famous figure in the village doesn't mean that everyone in the village is a villain.
"Walk!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a small group of refugees quietly gathered around.
There were about thirty people.
"Young master, please give us some food. We're starving."
Uncle Mi stood up and shouted in a deep voice, "You damned beast, get out of here!"
Without a word, he shot an arrow into the man's leg.
The man immediately lost the ability to move, collapsed to the ground, and groaned.
The young people went from initial reluctance and shock to eventual calm, gradually adapting to a cruel reality—being kind to them meant certain death for themselves.
Good people can't get to Qingxia Village!
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