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Chapter 332 Misfortunes Never Come Alone
Zheng Wuji ran all the way, his legs were sore and he didn't dare to rest.

Finally, I couldn't move anymore, so I leaned against a pine tree to rest.

He wanted to rest for a while and continue walking, but he didn't want to sit down, so he couldn't get up no matter what.

He ran all the way, but he was already exhausted.

It's okay if you don't rest, but once you stop and want to go again, you can't move.

Zheng Wuji sat there, pounding and rubbing his legs.

After tossing for nearly half an hour, I was finally able to stand up.

Watching the moon shadow sinking to the west, I was afraid that Mr. Zuo would wake up and find that he picked up a thick branch, used it as a crutch, and continued on his way with a limp.

It wasn't until the first light of morning that he walked out of the mountains and started on the road.

At this moment, Zheng Wuji was out of breath and in a mess, how could there be any dignity left?

He only wore his middle coat for the journey, fearing that his outer coat would be scratched by branches and thorns, not to mention it would be inconvenient to travel.

Seeing that he was already on the sidewalk, he prepared to put on his coat, thinking that it would be best if he met a cart or a horse, promised him some benefits, and asked him to send himself to the city, but he really couldn't walk anymore.

He made up his mind, instead of going home, he went to his aunt's house first.

Firstly, to report to Xu Chunjun, secondly, no matter what, I have to tidy up and dress up, so that she can't see myself in such a mess.

Zheng Wuji sat on the stone by the side of the road, took off the package on his back, opened the oiled paper package inside, grabbed a few pieces of air-dried meat and ate them randomly.

He consumed a lot, devoured his food, choked and rolled his eyes a few times, and beat his chest desperately with his hands.

With no water nearby, his mouth was so dry that he couldn't eat after a few pieces.

I packed the rest and took out my outer shirt. Just halfway through wearing it, a group of people came from the south.

Zheng Wuji also wondered why there were so many people in such a remote place so early in the morning.

Taking a closer look, this group of people are all yellow, skinny and ragged, there are men and women, of different ages.

Zheng Wuji immediately understood that these people should be refugees from nowhere.

Every year when there is a shortage of people, people from all over the world will flock to Gyeonggi. Although the government will send people to expel them, it still cannot stop refugees from coming to Beijing every year.

That group of people came over slowly, and stopped in front of Zheng Wuji.

Zheng Wuji was looking down at the blisters on his feet, raised his head and met the eyes of the leader of the refugees, an ominous premonition rose from the bottom of his heart...

As the sky became brighter, a field mouse swished out of the grass, stood upright, looked at it, and swished back again.

Zheng Wuji got up slowly while supporting the stone, coughed twice, and scolded his mother.

Just now, he was ransacked by that group of refugees.

The burden was robbed, and the clothes were stripped.

He begged desperately, and only reluctantly left him a rag to cover up his shame.

"What a f*cking bad luck!" Zheng Wuji cursed, crossing his legs, using a wooden stick to pick up the rag that was so dirty that it couldn't see its color, and cursed, "If you wear this thing, you will die."

If he doesn't wear it, how can he see people naked?
After thinking about it, I finally got some grass and leaves from the side, and managed to get a grass skirt around my waist.

"Mr. Zuo must not let Mr. Zuo see this kind of virtue, otherwise you will laugh at me forever." Zheng Wuji said to himself, "Looks like I can't go into the city anymore, let's hide in the farm first, get some clothes to wear Then go into town."

In order to prevent Mr. Zuo from recognizing him, he got some mud from the side of the road and smeared it on his face. He was looking at his white flesh, and he was afraid that he would show his secrets, so he just rolled in the mud.

When it got dirty, it staggered forward again.

Misfortunes never come singly, but blessings never come singly. This sentence has always been the most accurate.

Zheng Wuji planned to go to the farm, but he didn't want to just walk more than a dozen miles, and saw a group of officials arresting refugees there.

Noisy, crying, and chaos.

Zheng Wuji couldn't help but relieve his anger when he saw it, and said bitterly: "It's what you deserve! It's pitiful to be a refugee, but it's shameful to be a robber."

He was watching the excitement here, and a sharp-eyed official saw him at a glance, pointed at him and said, "There's another one over there! Let's arrest them too! Save them from making trouble outside the city gate, which is unsightly." Fair enough!"

Immediately, two soldiers rushed over, Zheng Wuji was so frightened that he threw away his crutches, and quickly explained: "I'm not a refugee, I'm from the capital! I..."

Those two didn't listen to the explanation at all, and scolded: "Aren't you a refugee? I'm afraid you are not as good as a refugee. A refugee still has some clothes to wear!"

He was arrested indiscriminately while talking, Zheng Wuji wanted to say more, but those officials found it annoying, and whoever talked nonsense would punch him with their toes and give him a good beating.

When had he ever suffered such pain?I can only shut up obediently.

I thought that although I had only studied for a few days and didn't even win a scholar, I knew what it was like for a scholar to meet a soldier.

"Take them all to the coolie camp!" The officer in charge got on his horse and gave orders, "These people want to stay in prison and have food if they don't move, what a fucking idea! The west of the city is digging stones! Get them all to work! If you are willing to do it, you will have food, if you are lazy, you will be beaten! In less than three days, they will be ruled into obedience!"

Zheng Wuji was caught in the middle of these refugees, and even lost a shoe.

Those officers and soldiers also made fun of him, saying that they had never seen anyone wearing leaves in this year.

Those refugees also refused to explain to him, and also made fun of him.

Zheng Wuji couldn't help sighing, how important it is to have decent clothes.

Most people in the world see others as inferior, but Su Qincheng does not deceive me.

A large group of them came to the coolie camp in the west of the city.

Guan Ying was a short, fat man in black, wearing a black silk shirt.With a pair of small eyes and two thin beards, it looks like a mole has become a spirit at first glance.

Zheng Wuji heard that the officials called him "Du Guanying", so he knew that his surname was Du.

But he had already chosen a name for him in his heart, and he called it "Mole Spirit".

"Why is there a savage here?" The mole spirit saw Zheng Wuji.

"Find him some rags," said the Mole to his followers. "He's young and strong, just right for work!"

Zheng Wuji kept his mind open and did not reveal his identity in front of the officials, for fear that they would beat him up again.

He planned to talk to the Mole Spirit alone later, and at the worst, he would have some benefits, and he would probably be able to leave here soon.

The entourage threw him a sweat-stained torn clothes, Zheng Wuji almost fainted from the smoke.

But he couldn't do it without wearing it at this time. The leaf skirt he made by himself was already withered and wouldn't last long.

Zheng Wuji put on the clothes bravely.

The steward has already assigned the work to these people.

Men go to dig stones and carry stones, women wash and cook, and children pick up gravel. Except for those who are still breastfeeding, none of them can be idle.

(End of this chapter)