"Have there been a very tall young couple here in the last couple of days? They drove a mule cart."
"Wearing strange black masks on their faces?" Among the refugees, the guards of Fengtian City were quite impressed by the two of them.
The main thing was that the mask was different, a fabric that looked like something other than cloth, its color darker than ink. It covered half of his face, revealing only a pair of indifferent eyes, which was quite creepy.
Not to mention the tall man, even the woman was about the same height as him. If she hadn't spoken, he wouldn't have recognized her as a woman.
Wang Er gritted his teeth and said, "Yes, that's them. Have they entered the city? Where are they now?"
The guard saw that the men looked angry and thought they had a grudge against each other. Fearing for trouble, he quickly took them to find someone.
“Live with other refugees.”
After opening the door, several people strode into the room where Jiang Yue and the others lived, but found it empty and nothing was left.
The refugees hid in the house, peeking through the cracks in the door, not daring to make a sound.
"Where are the people?"
The guard got nervous and ran to the next room, pulled the refugees out, and yelled, "Where are the people in this room?"
"No, I don't know, sir!"
The people who were questioned were trembling with fear, and they really didn't know where the two people had gone.
The man who was injured by Jiang Nian last night jumped out and complained fiercely, "They both left with the mule cart at the beginning of the Si hour, and they haven't come back yet!"
Hurry up and catch them both, give them a good beating, make up for the blood and face he lost! Damn it! There's no medicine, I can only hold on. My hand hurt for half the night, I couldn't sleep, and I didn't dare to cry out.
Wang Er gasped and pounded on the door, causing the worn door panel to crack immediately.
He didn't care much about these two people at first, but after doing it again and again, he now feels like he is being made a fool of.
The guard looked at the sky and asked, "What about today's refugees?"
Wang Er closed his eyes, exhaled, and calmed down. "Take them away today. If you see those two people, arrest them!"
"Yes, I will notify the guards at all city gates today and not let anyone out."
Then the guards kicked open the doors of each room and called out all the refugees for Wang Er to choose.
Wang Er frowned. These refugees were skinny and misshapen, and he looked down on them. He thought that if he sent them to him, he would be rejected again. Nothing went his way!
There was nothing he could do but make do. He pointed and selected, and indeed, he only selected twenty young and relatively strong men.
"Is there no woman left now?"
The guard sneered, "It's rare for women to survive during the escape."
Most of the time, only men are left. As for women, either their bodies can no longer support them or their families do not have enough food, so they are the first to be abandoned.
Rich people are rare, and you only want those between 13 and 35. How can you possibly meet all these requirements? If you didn't know, you might think you were choosing a wife!
The guards only dared to complain in their hearts and did not dare to show any dissatisfaction on their faces.
Although this person is from the next city, whoever has food is the boss now.
The refugees were in poor order and their group was sparse.
Jiang Yue and the other man changed into outerwear, took off their masks, smeared their faces, and blended in with the selected people. In order not to attract attention, the two stood in two corners.
Jiang Nian bent his knees slightly, making himself less prominent among the crowd.
A yamen runner came to count the heads of people, and he counted them three times and came up with three different numbers...
Wang Er was disgusted and counted them himself.
After counting, I frowned. Why does it feel like too much?
He couldn't bear to lose face, so he counted it again and found that there were indeed more.
He looked around, pulled out a person who was trying to take advantage of the situation, and threw him back.
Finally, he walked up to Jiang Yue and looked down at her.
Jiang Yue shrank her neck, lowered her head, and trembled, as if she was afraid.
Wang Er lifted her chin.
Jiang Yue is now 1.65 meters tall. He suppressed his throat and spoke in an androgynous voice. "Sir, I'm in good health. Please let me go with you! I want to work and earn food! I want to live!"
He pinched Jiang Yue's wrist, turned his hand over with his palm facing up, and brushed off the dust. When he touched it, there was a thin layer of calluses, but the rest of the body was smooth.
Wang Er snorted and laughed. His square face usually made him look upright, but now he looked treacherous.
"Okay, just follow me. You don't have to walk, just ride on my horse."
Jiang Yue subconsciously retracted her hand.
"Hahahaha——" He laughed even more heartily.
At this moment, he seemed to sense a murderous intent. He turned around to look, but found nothing.
"Okay, that's all I'm bringing today. Come back in a few days."
"yes."
Several yamen runners took twenty-one people out of the city, and many people watched secretly through the cracks in the door.
Everyone knows that these people may never come back.
The old woman held her grandson in her arms and sighed, hoping that the kindhearted couple hadn't been chosen. Good people should be rewarded!
The yamen runners had horses, so the refugees had to walk.
Wang Er looked down at Jiang Yue with an unreadable expression.
She shrank her neck and trembled with fear. "Sir, I haven't taken a bath for two months. I stink and have lice. I don't want to get on you."
Wang Er glanced at her hair; it was messy, but there were no lice. But he said nothing, letting her suffer the consequences.
From Fengtian City, you can take a small road and reach Zhaoyang City in about half a day.
Wang Er took the man to a house, locked him in, locked the door, and left without giving him any food or drink or making any arrangements for him.
The refugees looked at each other, and those who were quick rushed to grab the big houses and beds.
Jiang Yue was still looking for someone when she was inadvertently dragged into a small room.
The door was slammed shut with a bang, locking the refugees who wanted to come in outside and cursing at them.
Jiang Yue was hugged tightly, with her ear against his chest, and she could hear his strong heartbeat.
She raised her head, tiptoed over and kissed him, "Don't be angry, okay? I'm fine."
Jiang Nian frowned, tightened his jaw, and rubbed the hand that had been touched on his body fiercely.
Jiang Yue wanted to say that his clothes might not be clean, as they were all covered in dust. But seeing his angry expression, she didn't say anything more.
He didn't want to stop until his palms turned slightly red, then he held her chin with both hands and kissed her hard...
After calming down, Jiang Nian looked at her seriously and said, "Next time I see him, I will chop off his hands."
Jiang Yue smiled, "Okay, once we figure out what's going on here, we'll run."
She had previously suspected that someone was trying to take advantage of the disaster to secretly develop hidden households, occupy more land but pay less taxes. This kind of thing is common in disaster years;
Or he might raise an army and establish himself as king;
But she now suspected that these refugees must have other uses.
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