"If we don't give them to them, how can they leave?" Qiu Yan looked at the endless stream of villagers crowding towards them in the distance and couldn't help but facepalm.
Qin Susu followed Qiu Yan's gaze into the distance and exclaimed in amazement:
"There are more? How come there are so many refugees?"
Does the Northern Qi dynasty not know how to open its granaries and distribute grain?
I wonder if the same is true for places like Ganzhou and Youzhou in Dongjin.
As far as she knew, in their Dongjin, the towns and villages at the foot of the border were economically impoverished due to war, and there wasn't enough food to eat.
As a result, most of the people left their homes.
Ling Ba took it, and then heard Qiu Yan say, "Run faster."
He nodded and scattered the copper coins in his hand into the distance, leaving enough space for their carriage.
Qin Susu: "What do you mean? You paid me, and you're still running away?"
The coins were scattered, and the refugees scrambled to grab them, making way for them.
Immediately, Ling Ba and Ling Qi exchanged a glance.
"Run!"
The horses neighed at the same time, charged straight ahead, and galloped away.
The refugees fought fiercely over a copper coin or two, sometimes even drawing blood.
Those who managed to grab something continued to grab it, while those who couldn't chased after Qiu Yan and her companions' carriage.
Qin Susu turned around and glanced at the refugees behind her.
She finally understood what Qiu Yan meant by saying, "Run faster."
Unexpectedly, one problem after another arose.
As they ran, they encountered another group of refugees.
Fortunately, this time they were on guard and did not give the refugees a chance to stop the carriage.
Ling Qi and Ling Ba never stopped pulling on the reins.
They gave the refugees time to evacuate.
The refugees knew they couldn't stop the horses with their bodies, so they quickly retreated.
If they don't leave, no one can guarantee that the carriage won't run them over.
After all, this kind of thing happens from time to time.
Unable to gain any favor from Qiu Yan, the refugees sat on the ground, wailing and lamenting.
In the blink of an eye, they saw an oxcart slowly moving in the distance, and immediately, drool dripped from their mouths onto the ground.
"Fellow villagers, there's a cow, there's a cow..."
"We have beef to eat! We have beef to eat!"
They all rushed after the oxcart.
"There's grain on the truck, folks, hurry, we have food..."
The oxcart driver quickened his pace upon seeing the group of refugees.
The ox seemed to sense the danger; it mooed twice, its stubbornness rising, and it stopped moving.
But the oxcart owner was very worried.
Instantly, those people blocked his car.
"Xiaoyan, look!" Qin Susu looked at the scene from afar through the rear curtain of the car, shook her head, and thought to herself that it would be quite a hassle for the oxcart driver to get away.
Unexpectedly, she was wrong.
The oxcart owner had no time to maneuver; the grain loaded on the cart was looted by the refugees.
"What are you doing? This is military rations."
The oxcart owner shouted angrily, but the refugees wouldn't listen.
Before long, his ox was untied by two relatively strong refugees, who then led it away.
The refugees followed and ran away.
"My cow, my cow...you beasts..."
The oxcart driver chased after them for a few steps, but unexpectedly, the cart behind him was also hauled away, along with the last remaining scraps of vegetables.
"These are all meant to be handed over to the magistrate. You beasts, give me back my grain, give me back my cattle..."
He was the village head, and these things were all forcibly collected from the people by him, to be handed over to the county magistrate as military rations.
Now, if he can't hand over the grain, the county magistrate won't let him off the hook.
He has no other option but to die.
Food is of paramount importance!
Little did he know that these refugees would be so rampant today.
Previously, the refugees dared not do it.
He made a thud.
It crashed headfirst into a tall tree beside it and died.
Blood splattered everywhere!
"Ah..." Qin Susu exclaimed in surprise, breaking out in a cold sweat.
"Now, do you still feel sorry for them?" Qiu Yan asked Qin Susu with a slight parting of her lips.
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