Jiang Sheng felt a chill down his spine when he heard this. He couldn't help swallowing and unconsciously lowered his voice: "Okay, let's go back to the inn, pack up our things and leave the city as soon as possible."
When it comes to something like plague, you have to be prepared for the worst. If you encounter it, you'll be in danger of death.
The two of them quickly returned to the inn and keenly noticed that the atmosphere in the inn was not right. Only the waiter was there, and the fat shopkeeper was nowhere to be found.
The lobby, which is usually bustling, is a little quiet at this moment.
Jiang Sheng felt a little uneasy, so he quickly went upstairs to find the other three people and said a few words to them. They quickly packed up their things and went downstairs carrying their bags.
Seeing this, the waiter who was wiping the table kindly reminded them, "Dear guests, are we leaving the city?"
"Yes, I wonder if the second brother is okay."
The waiter sighed, leaned closer and lowered his voice, "It's too late to leave the city now. There are many people blocking the city gate. I'm afraid it will be difficult for you to leave unless you pay with silver to buy your life."
Jiang Sheng frowned, puzzled, "What do you mean, little brother? Are we not allowed to leave the city now?"
"Well, my boss left the city yesterday. Many people heard the news and wanted to leave the city today, but most of them are rich. The poor can't afford to buy their lives."
"How much silver per person?"
"Thirty taels is what I know. I don't know if the price has increased now, but if you want to leave, you must be quick, otherwise..."
Jiang Sheng's heart sank. He nodded, took out a tael of silver and stuffed it into his hand, and thanked him softly: "Thank you for the reminder, little brother. Let's go."
The waiter clenched the silver in his hand, watched their backs go away, and sighed. What would be the point of going out? The situation outside was not good either.
Several people led their horses closer to the city gate. Looking at the huge crowd, their hearts tightened. "With so many people, how long will it take for them to get out?"
Yang frowned, whispered a few words in someone's ear, turned around and squeezed into the crowd. He did something and waved at them.
Xianxian saw this and without a word, she picked the man up with one hand and comforted him, "Don't be afraid, sir. Xianxian is strong and tall, and can protect you."
"...Okay, thank you, Xianxian."
Qingshan Qingmu watched the hill in front of her move and followed her obediently. He couldn't help but feel fortunate that the fifty taels of silver was not a loss at all in redeeming the person. The young master really had good vision.
The people who were queuing were cursing, but when they saw that ferocious face, their mountain-like bodies were instantly speechless.
After finally squeezing to the front, the gatekeeper glanced at them fiercely and said in a cold voice, "Fifty taels per person, no bargaining."
Yang Yi frowned for a moment, then regained his friendly demeanor.
"Sir, didn't we just agree on forty taels per person? Why did you suddenly..."
Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by a slap.
The gatekeeper's face turned stern, and he said impatiently, "If you don't want to, then go back inside the city and don't come out. Stop talking nonsense, the next one will come forward."
Yang lowered his head when he saw this, a murderous look flashed in his eyes, the silver light in his hand pierced the man's body, then he raised his head and said with a smile.
"Yes, sir, you are right. Here are three hundred taels of silver. The extra money can be used to buy you some wine. Please accept it."
Seeing this, the guard's expression softened. He grabbed the banknote and said with a smile, "It would have been better if you had been so straightforward earlier. You had to force me to scold you. Let's go now."
Only after the five of them left the city did they finally breathe a sigh of relief.
Xianxian's tears fell, and she choked up and said, "It cost fifty taels to buy me, and now it's another fifty taels to leave the city. I thank you very much for saving my life."
If it were someone else, they would have thrown her out long ago, but the young master didn't do that. He was even willing to spend money to bring her out.
Jiang Sheng patted her to let him down, then turned to look at Yang Yi and said seriously, "Uncle Yang, we need to hurry up. I'm afraid the road ahead will be unsafe."
"Yes, let's go!"
As soon as the few people left, the gatekeeper who had collected the money twitched, rolled his eyes and fell to the ground, and soon died.
After two hours, they were all exhausted, so they stopped by the river and prepared to take a break. The horses also needed to eat grass and rest, otherwise they would be exhausted.
If they hurried, they would only travel slower and would not reach the battlefield for a long time, which would delay his mission.
Jiang Sheng sat by the river, his eyes full of worry. He would feel uneasy until he got to the military camp on the battlefield in southern Xinjiang. He had to see that his father and brother were safe.
Yang Yi walked over slowly and handed him the dry food.
"Sir, please eat something. We will be in a hurry on our journey and you won't be able to bear it if you don't eat."
"Well, thank you, Uncle Yang."
Several people ate dry food. The road ahead was long and dangerous. They were so worried that they had no mood to joke. They ate a little and fed the horses.
Just as they were about to continue on their way, they heard a noise getting closer and closer. Turning their heads, they saw a dark mass coming towards them, getting closer and closer.
Xianxian was tall and good. After standing on the rocks to see clearly, she trotted over and said softly, "Sir, those are refugees fleeing."
"I don't know if he has the plague, so it's best to keep your distance. If the plague is to be transmitted, it needs to come into contact with pus. If you stay away, you'll be fine."
"Okay, Xianxian is really smart."
"...Thank you for your compliment, sir. I'll go look in the woods and see if there are any berries. I'll pick some for you to try."
As the other three people walked away, Qingshan asked curiously, "Sir, why does that girl know so much about the plague?"
Jiang Sheng briefly explained it and sighed, "Xianxian was a pitiful person. There was a plague in their village, and they were eventually shot to death by the imperial court and then burned down."
"The marks on her face are from that time. Qingshan, be nice to her in the future. Xianxian is a good girl."
"Yes, I understand."
The refugees were getting closer and closer, and a few people quietly kept their distance, trying not to get too close to the refugees, so as to avoid being infected by those infected with the plague.
It was getting dark, Jiang Sheng and the others fell asleep, and he slipped into the space and came to the bamboo house to look for medical books, hoping to see if there was any prescription for treating the plague.
This space is so magical. The books in the wooden house must be treasures, and perhaps there are records of plague.
He searched all night long, but still had no clue until dawn. Looking at the half-finished medical book on the bookshelf, he rubbed his swollen and aching eyes, leaned against the shelf and closed his eyes.
He's getting ready to take a nap. If he doesn't, he won't be able to hold on any longer.
When he woke up again, it was daybreak. Jiang Sheng slipped out, leaned against a tree trunk, closed his eyes and dozed off.
After daybreak, everyone continued on their journey. Refugees could be seen everywhere along the way, their clothes ragged and their eyes dull and numb as they walked forward.
Looking at their direction, Jiang Sheng was a little worried. If these people went to the military camp, if someone spread the plague in the camp, the consequences would be unimaginable.
He turned to look at Yang Yi and said worriedly, "Uncle Yang, if these people go to the military camp, won't my father and brothers..."
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