"Hundreds of people have gathered. Do you Xuzhou Army not care about them? What if they rebel?" Liao Heng asked.
The soldier commander said: "Then you can manage it. Three to five hundred people are not a worry. You go to the southern suburbs. There are tens of thousands of refugees. Now the river bank in the west has burst, and the flood will reach Xuzhou. Whoever has the time to take care of these unruly people can just let them fend for themselves."
Liao Heng secretly sighed: "I thought that the Liang court spent so much money to raise a bunch of useless idiots..."
With Jiang Yun's strength, there are a hundred ways to enter Xuzhou City even without a road guide. But they were travelers and couldn't rest long after entering the city, so they didn't worry about the checkpoints and continued southward after bypassing Xuzhou City.
The further south you go, the more refugees you move. They walk aimlessly in the heavy rain. If your family is well-off, you can join your relatives and make a living in the county or village. If your family is poor, you can only endure cold, hunger, and sleep in the open air. Finally, in a quiet night, in an unknown corner, he died quietly with regret.
In addition to refugees, there are also many business travelers coming and going. After all, it was an important trade route from Xuzhou to Jiangnan.
The rich business travelers hired bodyguards, while the poor ones hired a few more porters. Even worse, they would go together in groups of seven or eight, and threesomes like Song Che and the others were almost invisible.
The purpose of doing business in groups is to prevent bandits and to deal with refugees.
If the business group has a large number of people, the refugees will not come forward to beg. If there are few people, they will swarm them and surround them. It is not necessary to give them money, but something that can fill their stomachs is the purpose.
Song Che and the other three were also surrounded by refugees, but until Jiang Yun pulled out his sword and wiped it as he walked, the refugees no longer dared to come forward.
Liao Heng kept frowning, and when he was deeply sad, his eyes would turn red.
Worry about the country and the people, worry about the country and the people...
Song Che has seen all this.
"It's a robbery! Hurry... help me catch him! He robbed me!"
Suddenly, there was an exclamation from the front, and the voice seemed familiar.
A young man in commoner clothes was holding a package and running forward quickly through the mud. The "lost owner" who was chasing after him was holding a catcher and shouting as he ran.
The owner was very short and could not outrun the robbers, so he was gradually pulled away a lot.
"Get out of here! Don't meddle in other people's business! I'm from the Red Lotus Sect!" The commoner boy ran rampant.
The businessmen and travelers had nothing to do with themselves, and no one wanted to cause trouble. They stood aside indifferently, as if they were watching a show.
The three words "Red Lotus Sect" are extraordinary, so I have to take care of this business no matter what.
Song Che got off the donkey and waited quietly by the roadside. When the young man passed by, he stretched out his foot and tripped lightly.
The young man ran too fast and threw himself about ten feet away. He fell into the mud with a "squeak", and the baggage in his arms also opened up. Big cakes, steamed buns, and dried meat were scattered all over the floor.
When the refugees on the roadside saw it, they swarmed forward to grab it, regardless of whether it was stained with mud or not, and in the blink of an eye they cut the baggage clean.
"My dry food! Give me back my dry food!"
The owner caught up with him, panting heavily, holding a knife and looking for someone to chop him, but the refugees had already dispersed.
She could only pick up the young man who was robbing him on the ground and cursed loudly: "You bastard, give me back my dry food!"
But the young man spread his hands and said, "Which of your eyes saw me snatching your dry food? Can you find it?"
The owner raised the knife and cursed again: "You unclean bastard, believe it or not, I will chop you down!"
The young man refused to dodge. Instead, he patted his neck and raised his hand to challenge me: "You chop me! I have magical power to protect my body. I am blessed by the Red Lotus True Immortal. I am invulnerable to water and fire! I am invulnerable to swords and guns!"
"I...I really chopped you!"
The hand holding the knife trembled slightly. She didn't dare to cut, but sometimes she was so angry that her mind went blank. If she acted impulsively, she would lose her life.
Song Che grabbed the owner's wrist.
At first he thought the young man had snatched a bag of silver, but he didn't expect it was just some dry food. It was probably because they were so hungry that they had no choice but to start robbing them, and they couldn't bear the blow.
"Brother, it's just a piece of pie, there's no need to commit murder." Song Che removed the knife from her hand.
But she said "Hey", raised her head suddenly, and blinked at Song Che: "It's you!"
Song Che took a closer look and was not surprised: "The proprietress of Huaxi Tavern?"
She was wearing a bamboo hat and a scarf, and was dressed like a man. Her voice had become thicker, and it was hard to recognize her for a while.
Yun Niang pushed up her bamboo hat and pulled down her scarf to reveal a white and delicate face. She asked curiously: "Didn't you leave Shima County five days ago? Why did you come to Xuzhou?"
"Oh, forget it, the Huaisi River burst its banks, causing floods, so we had to go through Xuzhou."
Song Che wanted to laugh a little. The woman in front of him looked like a rose, but she had a tiger inside. She was so tough that she could kill someone with a knife...
The young man took the opportunity to run away, but before he could take a step forward, Jiang Yun's sword was already on his neck: "The so-called invulnerability and iron walls are just that we haven't encountered a sharper sword. How about we Try it?"
The young man swallowed, "I...I am a disciple of the Red Lotus Sect's Barefoot True Immortal. My master is very protective of his shortcomings. If you dare to hurt me in the slightest, he will not spare you!"
Song Che smiled and said: "What? Your master is so protective of his shortcomings, but he can't even give you a full meal? Why do you want to come out and grab it yourself?"
The young man hesitated: "That's...that's the master testing us. When I learn the magic and magic skills, I won't feel hungry even if I don't eat or drink for the rest of my life!"
Spreading this kind of thinking is not a cult, so what is it?
"This kid is probably hopeless. I think we should send him to see the gods."
Jiang Yun raised his sword to stab, but Song Che stopped him and said: "Young and frivolous and ignorant, and your ideological consciousness is not high enough, education and education are back."
Then, he took out a piece of beef jerky from his sleeve and handed it to the boy, "If it had been anyone else, you would have been beaten severely today, but you were lucky enough to meet me."
The boy stared at the dried meat and swallowed his saliva.
Song Che moved forward and handed it to Lin, "If you don't want it, I can take it away."
The young man lost his reserve and took the dried meat. He didn't care about the dirt on his hands, squatted on the ground and started to eat it:
"Hmm...it smells so good!"
This is a material world, and pain, hunger, and thirst are human nature. Although I don’t know what the Red Lotus Sect’s purpose is, they want to use their minds to control a group of people who can’t even provide food and clothing, so it is doomed to be fruitless.
"Son, let me ask you now, you can only choose one of the two, master or meat jerky. Which one will you choose?" Song Che knelt down and asked.
The young man raised his head and thought for a while, chewing and sucking the dried meat. However, it was so delicious that he did not hesitate: "I... choose the dried meat."
"Hahaha……"
Song Che and the others laughed.
The young man said proudly: "Why are you laughing? After eating dried meat, I still have to go back and become a disciple!"
Song Che took another piece of cake and handed it to the boy: "Come, follow us, Red Lotus Sect."
