Due to the locust plague, refugees could be seen everywhere on the road.
The refugees, seeing Jiang Wanwan and Qi Zhao carrying bundles and riding a fat, strong horse, stared at the two with gleaming eyes.
Qi Zhao frowned and laid out his sword without any attempt to conceal it.
The refugees were intimidated by his sword, which is why they dared not rush up to rob them.
Qi Zhao frowned deeply, and Jiang Wanwan, after glancing at his expression, did not speak.
He was probably wondering why his father, the emperor, hadn't distributed disaster relief grain to the people.
According to the novel's plot, the emperor himself is in dire straits at this moment, and several princes are plotting behind the scenes to kill the emperor without leaving any trace, so that they can become emperor themselves.
As Jiang Wanwan was silently recalling these plot points, she suddenly heard the sound of something cutting through the wind as it rushed towards her.
"Watch out." A deep, magnetic voice came from beside her ear, and then she was pulled into the arms of the person behind her and leaned back, dodging the attack.
Jiang Wanwan looked in the direction of the attack and saw seven or eight refugees rushing towards them, each holding a rusty broadsword.
When this group rushed over, they snatched anything that other refugees had in their hands.
That stone was thrown by this group of people.
The leader was a middle-aged man with distinctive features, a pointed face and monkey-like features. He wore a tattered, grayish-brown garment that appeared somewhat oversized.
The seven men behind him were also wearing tattered, oversized clothes. Perhaps due to lack of food and frequent hunger, the group was extremely thin.
Their cheeks were deeply sunken, and their clothes looked rather large, giving them a comical appearance with a large head and small body.
"If you want to live, leave your things and your horse behind, or don't blame us for being impolite!" The sharp-nosed monkey raised the rusty knife in its hand, glaring fiercely at Jiang Wanwan and her companion.
"Brother Monkey, look at that horse, it's really strong. If we slaughter it, we can eat it for several days." The speaker said, his eyes gleaming as he stared at the horse beneath Jiang Wanwan and Qi Zhao.
"Hehe, we haven't had meat in a long time, we're so lucky today."
Just then, a thin woman carrying a small child rushed towards the group of men with pointed snouts. She knelt on the ground, holding the child in one arm and tugging at the man's trouser leg with the other, pleading, "Sir, please give me back the steamed bun I just had, please."
My child hasn't eaten for three days, and she's going to die if she doesn't eat soon. I finally managed to beg for a steamed bun, please, please give it back to me, okay? Waaaaah~~
"Get out of here, you crazy woman! You're delaying my business. If you don't want to die, get out of here!" The sharp-nosed monkey raised his leg and kicked the woman hard.
The woman, holding the child, fell heavily to the ground. Tears streaming down her face, she struggled to her feet. Kneeling before the monkey, she continued to plead, "Sir, please, give me back my steamed bun."
The sharp-nosed monkey waved the steamed bun in its hand and sneered, "Give it back to you? What am I supposed to eat if I give it back to you?"
Having said that, he looked at the woman triumphantly, then stuffed the steamed bun into his mouth in a few bites. He then raised the knife in his hand and slashed at the woman.
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