Civil and military officials of the Manchu dynasty, begging me to ascend the throne

Everyone looked unhappy, but only Yelina looked normal and served the porridge for everyone.

But in this situation, who still wants to drink porridge? They even looked at Yelena and the steaming vegetable porridge in her hand with suspicion and fear.

At this critical moment of stalemate, a pair of hands took the bowl of hot porridge from Yelina's hand.

It's Wuqi.

Wu Qi took the big bowl from Yelina's hand with one hand. Just now, his eyes had noticed that Yelina's fingers were already red.

The porridge bowl was very hot. This temperature was nothing in his hands, but in the girl's hands it was like hot coals.

Wu Qi took a sip of the porridge. The people around him were shocked and quickly tried to stop her.

Several good-natured ones raised their knives in their hands, approaching the poor father and daughter.

"Put down the knife." Wu Qi put down the big bowl and breathed out.

Although he is the youngest among this group of people, no one will ignore his orders.

The man who pulled out the knife looked angry, put the knife back into the sheath, turned around and walked back.

"What do you want us to do?" Although he was at the end of his rope, Wu Qi still asked politely.

In fact, in his eyes, this big man's statement was not wrong.

They had indeed received help. If it hadn't been for this family, they would have starved to death in this wilderness.

However, Wu Qi also understood what his brothers were doing.

The army, especially the army on the grassland, is sometimes just a bandit.

It's just robbing one tribe after another, robbing their cattle, sheep, pasture, women, and lives.And they were used to doing this, or in other words, they had more than a hundred dead souls under them.

But Wu Qi realized now, or just now when he was about to starve to death, that this seemed wrong.

If they kill the people who helped them, what is the difference between them and evil people?
Although - on the grassland, the jungle always preys on the strong, but humans are not beasts.

Humans are not beasts

Wuqi waited quietly for Vladimir's answer.

He thought it was time to pay.

Vladimir was pulling the dough with both hands. He had lush hair and thick eyebrows, and he looked very burly.

His voice was calm, as if he had never been frightened by the sword. Wu Qi heard him say:
"Are you from the country beyond the desert? I heard that there are gorgeous silks and exquisite porcelain that looks like they were carved by ghosts and gods."

"Are you from there?"

Vladimir's voice was low and magnetic, like the evening wind blowing from the wilderness.

Although his Qingyi words were very strange, every word reached Wu Qi's ears clearly.

Wu Qi's answer was helpless and he shook his head.

He explained: "My country did not come from there. It is now called the Kingdom of Great Xia. My country is further north of the Kingdom of Great Xia, and that desert is on our land."

This actually made old Vladimir look a little surprised. He grinned and said in a deep voice: "That's a shame..."

After this hesitation, old Vladimir expressed his request.

"Right here towards where you came from, there are many mountains."

Old Vladimir said, and Wu Qi nodded. He recalled that they did pass through many barren mountains when they came.

However, the mountains were very desolate. Not to mention what to eat, even the wild fruits were green and bitter, completely unable to satisfy hunger.

Thinking of this, Wu Qi turned his eyes back to old Vladimir. "One of them is Dianshan. There is a group of bandits on the shortest mountain. They rob every now and then. There used to be a farm here, but they burned it down."

Old Vladimir's words were filled with resentment and sadness. He slapped the dough onto the wooden board and began to knead it.

"You want us to kill that gang of robbers and bandits?"

Wu Qi raised his eyebrows and said.

Old Vladimir smiled and said: "I didn't say anything. But... it would be great if you really had the ability to kill the bandit."

Wu Qi touched the folds of his pants with his right hand, lowered his head and thought.

Indeed, this group of people was hungry, sleepy, and suffering from hunger and cold. Facing a group of bandits who did not know their strength, God knew what their chances of winning were.
But when Wu Qi thought about it, hadn't he always been thinking about how to make a living with that group of people?

Now, I can take over the bandits' den, become rich and become a bandit myself.

The more Wu Qi thought about it, the better he thought it was.

After all, could his large group of brothers really let them cultivate and farm?
Which one of them is this material?

Now that I have taken over this bandit's den, I have not only repaid the kindness of the two of them, but also found a way for the brothers to make a living, so that it will not be difficult to survive.

Thinking like this, Wu Qi turned his head and looked at the brothers who were following him. Most of them were also bowing their heads in deep thought, or drinking porridge carelessly.

Seeing Wu Qi's questioning look, some nodded and some shook their heads.

But at this time, Wu Qi already had confidence in his heart.

He drank the soup leisurely and chatted with old Vladimir.

"What's the background of that group of bandits?" Wu Qi asked calmly.

There were two small stoves in the room. One of them, Yelena, was making soup, and the other, old Vladimir, was spreading pancakes.

After hearing Wu Qi's inquiry, Old Vladimir said without any fluctuation in his tone.

"They? They are just a group of greedy refugees."

"A few years ago, they couldn't survive and lived here. The people in the village gave them a few cakes, but they didn't expect that they survived that winter."

Wu Qi listened to the old Vladimir and said sarcastically: "What a lucky fate."

"In the following spring, they settled on that low mountain."

Old Vladimir flipped the cake neatly with his hands and feet. The flipped side was already golden and looked very tempting. Many people swallowed their saliva immediately.

"It was only later that I found out that they were in the bandit trade."

"Another winter, they couldn't survive and had no food. So they went into the village and robbed farmers of food. When the farmers stopped them, they burned the whole village."

It was another story about the farmer and the snake. Old Vladimir smiled to himself.

But Wu Qi paid more attention to the strength of this group of people, although he vaguely felt the ridicule.

Refugees?

Outlaws?
Wu Qi narrowed his eyes slightly, this was not difficult for them.

"how many people?"

"More than ten." Old Vladimir said.

The cakes in the pot were sizzling, and the aroma of noodles enveloped the whole room, making this place more beautiful than the dream in a bedtime story.

Yelena sat on a small bench, stirring vegetable soup with a long stick