Zang Huatian also tried having someone shout to the city tower, saying that he knew a certain family or a wealthy household.
But the soldiers on the city wall ignored him completely, and whenever he got close, arrows were shot down.
The crowd was so frightened that they quickly retreated.
A group of refugees further away shouted, "You dare to come any closer? We've been shut out for at least two days now. Unless you're carrying urgent official documents, nobody's getting in!"
Zang Huatian asked loudly, "Then what are you all doing gathered here?"
The refugees had already spotted their carriage, but no one dared to be the first to try and seize it, as the guards that Zang Huatian brought were clearly not to be trifled with.
Moreover, they were all empty wagons, with no grain.
Someone shouted back, "The governor can't keep the city gates closed forever; once they're open, we can go in."
That's naive. The prefect can hold out for a month, but can you?
Looking at the endless mass of refugees and the soldiers standing guard on the city wall, Zang Huatian dared not provoke anyone.
He ordered his horse to turn around, intending to leave the area and head to Xianghe Prefecture, as instructed by his superior.
Suddenly, someone in the crowd shouted, "This guy is so fat, he must be rich! Everyone, attack him!"
Once we have money and can enter the city, we'll definitely be able to buy things to eat.
These horses can also be killed and eaten.
When someone raises the issue, others will dare to act.
Dozens of people rushed up, all of them young and strong men, and they were armed.
These people aren't thin; they must have had a lot of blood on their hands along the way.
Hundreds of refugees followed behind, but they only dared to follow and did not dare to make a direct move.
Zang Huatian led a group of over a hundred people, so naturally he was not afraid of a few dozen.
If we don't deter them, the flood of refugees will come, and they will have no chance of survival.
At Zang Huatian's command, he led his men to chop vegetables as easily as cutting melons, especially his own guards, who found it easy to deal with these people.
If Chen Xi were here, he would be astonished that Zang Huatian, who was as fat as a ball, was actually very agile and had clean and swift techniques, taking a life with a single sword strike!
The dozens of people who rushed up were wiped out in no time, and they didn't chase after the few who escaped.
The remaining refugees were terrified and none of them dared to come up. These people were like Yama, the King of Hell, who specialized in reaping lives!
Zang Huatian wiped the blood off his sword with the sole of his boot and sneered, "Anyone who comes up here again, don't blame me for showing no mercy."
He was also a young master from a prominent family, so how could he not be skilled in both literature and martial arts? His mother had been very strict with him since he was a child, and being proficient in both was her most basic requirement.
I gained weight after I became an adult, by which time my mother had already died and I was no longer able to supervise me.
Seeing that no more refugees dared to come up, Zang Huatian glanced at the city wall. The soldiers there were unmoved, seemingly used to the fighting below.
Zang Huatian was helpless. Although he knew some prominent families and merchants in the city, and through them he had met some powerful people, he was unable to contact them at this time.
I didn't see that he had already mentioned the names of these people, yet the soldiers on the city wall continued to shoot arrows.
Zang Huatian ordered his men to cover the rear and gradually retreat towards Xianghe Prefecture.
If you rush here to Xianghe Prefecture, it will take five days.
After another long and arduous journey, marked by occasional skirmishes and fights, they gradually approached the territory under the jurisdiction of Xianghe Prefecture.
Whether or not he needs to enter Xianghe Prefecture depends on the situation. He has business partners in several counties of Xianghe Prefecture.
The Zang family's main business was silk fabrics, and they also had a small granary where they ran a grain business.
If Xianghe Prefecture's county town wasn't as chaotic as Jianming Prefecture's, he could buy grain there.
Sure enough, after several days of travel, once we entered the territory of Xianghe Prefecture, we finally saw smoke rising from chimneys.
The drought here is relatively mild, and the prefect Ge Congshan is a capable official who manages the situation very well.
The lives of ordinary people became much better, and since there were more migrants from other places, Ge Congshan ordered his soldiers and local militia to strictly guard various places.
Each village is guarded by soldiers, who, together with the village militia, must have proof of household registration to enter Xianghe Prefecture. They must not be infected with any disease and must be law-abiding citizens.
Once inside, you must obey instructions and refrain from arson, murder, looting, or wandering around.
As soon as Zang Huatian and his party entered Xianghe Prefecture, they were discovered. After being questioned in detail, they were allowed to pass once they learned that they were merchants, had complete household registration documents, and were in good health.
Zang Huatian bought the grain very easily, and with the help of his connections, he got 40% on credit. Then he followed the official road of Dun County and went around the mountain road to enter Bian'ai County.
By this time, Bian'ai County had changed. Although most villages were deserted, there were no more refugees.
They were all concentrated in the county seat and the surrounding villages.
When Zang Huatian's men arrived at the agreed location, they disinfected themselves, left the grain, and went directly to the sanatorium in the forest for quarantine and observation.
The people who received the grain also took precautions and did not come into contact with Zang Huatian's people. Instead, they guarded the grain in the warehouse for a week. If there was nothing wrong, they would transport the grain to the county town.
This ordeal lasted for half a month.
More than a dozen wells have been dug in Chenxi. Although they are not yet drinkable, they represent hope!
As for the jungle belonging to Bian'ai County, except for areas where the army was training and marching, which were off-limits, Shenxi ordered Zhao Rong to lead his men to find food in the rest of the area.
Apart from the elderly, children, and women with infants, the remaining labor force had to go into the mountains and forests to dig and gather everything edible.
There is a chance of injury from encountering wild animals, but this is necessary.
On the one hand, it was to prevent a large number of refugees from entering the county town and causing unrest; on the other hand, it was for training purposes.
More than 10,000 new migrants have recently arrived. If they are not allowed to cause trouble, chaos is bound to ensue.
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