Beginning to practice immortality as a refugee

Chapter 9 Fucheng

Lu Ye felt bitter when he thought about the hardships along the way.

For example, today they were besieged by refugees. They had experienced it several times in the past half month without any danger.

After killing the dog meat, the two left the ruined temple together. Before leaving, they found two wooden sticks from the temple, whittled them into sharp points with a broken dagger, and roasted them on the fire.

They also tied the dagger to a wooden stick and wrapped it with rags to cover it.

The two kowtowed to the broken statue to seek protection, and then supported each other on the road with two wooden sticks.

I once encountered a few small homeless gangs like today. They wanted to steal food and kill people. They killed and searched them. Occasionally, they got something. The blood on the tips of the wooden sticks was stained like this, and now it has become Dark brown.

They once encountered a small group of officers and soldiers chasing bandits, and also encountered a bandit who killed the officers and soldiers. The two of them cleverly hid under the dirt road and pretended to be dead, and they were almost involved and became unjust ghosts.

I also encountered a large number of refugees who spontaneously broke through the settlement of the landlord Lao Cai. In the night, the fire was blazing into the sky. They blended into the crowd and did not burn, kill or loot. They did not want gold, silver and jewelry, but only looked for food. That operation brought a bumper harvest and robbed half of the village. Bag of noodles.

Once, they encountered a "rich family" recruiting slaves on the street. Lu Ye and Wang Hu happily signed the contract in order to get a long-term meal ticket. Unexpectedly, they had eaten too much that night. Wang Hu's stomach was so full that he ran out to eavesdrop on them. I come here to trade heads with officers and soldiers.

After half a month of feeding the homeless people passing by to make them fatter and better-looking, the officers and soldiers would come to arrest them, one after another, and behead them one by one to repay their merits as the heads of homeless thieves.

Lu Ye and Wang Hu fled overnight. In order to run faster, they even threw away the half bag of noodles they had previously harvested.

I once passed through a village with dug trenches, and encountered a fierce shopkeeper who, during the Great Famine, still ran a tea shop and sold meat, but the meat sold by this shop was rather scary.

A few panting waiters were tied to the pillars of the thatched shop, and the meat was cut with a large kitchen knife on site. A bowl of meat was only a few copper coins, and the business was done in an innocent manner.

Moreover, there were many customers coming and going in the thatched shop, and the business was quite prosperous. When the two saw it from a distance, they were so frightened that they ran away.

I also encountered several wild dogs with red eyes that actually attacked living people. The most dangerous time was because I encountered a large group of wealthy businessmen passing by to protect the wild dogs, which scared the wild dogs away.

Despite this, both of them were honored.

Lu Ye was bitten by a wild dog on his leg, and Wang Hu was injured on his arm.

Fortunately, both of them were not seriously injured and should be fine.

Relying half on luck and half on ruthlessness, the two of them not only saved their lives, but also had enough to eat.

Lu Zhizhi moved.

A picture of fish and dragon appeared in his mind.

"Lu Ye, 17 years old.

Roots and Bones - The talent of a middle-aged person, with mediocre qualifications.

Condition - Moderate weakness, minor injuries, left leg inconvenience.

Lifespan: 17/49

Qi and blood——30/100. "

In the past half month, he had been full every day, and his energy and blood had reached 30. Lu Ye was looking forward to what he would look like when he got to Fucheng and lived in gruel for a few days.

Wang Hu suddenly licked his tongue and said.

"Brother, are we almost arriving at Fucheng?"

Lu Ye answered with a smile, his voice was much lighter.

"Yeah, it should be here soon."

Wang Hu's eyes immediately narrowed, with a look of longing on his face.

"Brother, after we eat the relief porridge and get well, we can sell ourselves to rich families again!"

He and Lu Ye discussed it in the ruined temple.

In these troubled times, whether you are a soldier or a thief, it is a life-saving job. There is no guarantee that the trench will be filled one day, which is not a good job.

Therefore, the best way is to sell yourself to a wealthy family as a slave. Not only can you make a good living, but you can also avoid worrying about your life.

In the future, when Wang Hu becomes a copper-skin martial artist, he can also be a high-level slave. The two brothers will take care of each other, and there will always be a future for them. It is also possible to save enough money to escape from slavery.

Although Wang Huyan must say that his master is usually lacking in skills, his analytical thinking is still very clear.

Lu Ye thought about it and found that this absurd logic actually made sense. Starving to death is a big deal, being a slave is a small matter and losing face is a minor matter. Anyway, he has magical powers. As long as he is allowed to develop, it is acceptable to be a slave first and find a long-term meal ticket.

However, several provinces of Jin State have suffered from drought. It can be said that there is no food for thousands of miles, and refugees are everywhere. Even if the wealthy families really recruit slaves, how many people can they recruit?

I'm afraid it's more competitive than the national exam, right?

However, Lu Ye couldn't bear to pour cold water on Wang Hu. Who doesn't hope for the best?

Even if it is just a thought, there is no guarantee that it will come true.

When Wang Hu talked about selling himself into slavery, he became more energetic and did not need Lu Ye's support. He waved his arms and said angrily.

"You have to keep your eyes open this time and be careful. You can't sell it to the tiger's den like last time. You have to eat him for half a month and have to put his head on it. You can't do this beheading business."

His heart ached when he thought of the half bag of noodles he had thrown away during his last escape - what a sin!

Lu Ye laughed loudly and said - We will definitely not polish up our brothers' moves this time!

The two of them were in a happy mood and their steps were a little brisk.

After walking around the hill, I discovered that the road behind the hill was actually going downhill.

As far as the eye can see, a city stands in the distance.

Standing on the hillside, you have a great view of the city.

I saw that the city was quite large, surrounded by brick walls. Behind the female wall, you could see officers and soldiers in helmets standing guard, and teams of officers and soldiers patrolling, while the city gates were closed.

There is a moat outside the city. During severe drought years, the moat dried up and was dug into an insurmountable trench.

Outside the trench, there were dozens of thatched shacks along the way, with government servants and subordinates maintaining order. Steam was rising from the roofs of the thatched shacks, and porridge must be cooking inside. There was a long queue of refugees outside.

On the outskirts, on both sides of the official road outside the city, refugees have set up simple shacks, and some have simply dug shallow pits in the ground as shelter.

These shacks were not well planned. They were spread flat on the ground like flatbreads. They were densely packed together and covered a large area, forming many winding and narrow paths.

In addition to the homeless people lining up in front to receive porridge, there are also some old, weak and young children guarding their homes in the shacks. Behind these shacks, a shallow river flows slowly. The big river in the past has become a shallow bay, and there are scattered homeless people fetching water.

At first glance, it looks like the city is surrounded by refugee shacks, leaving only the official road open.

Lu Ye and Wang Hu looked at each other with surprise in their eyes - there was indeed a porridge shed.

Are these hard days coming to an end?

at this time.

Suddenly someone on the tower rang the bell.

The city gate was opened wide, and groups of officers and soldiers lined up to protect both ends of the long bridge built over the moat.

There was a sudden commotion and pushing among the ranks of refugees below.

From inside the thatched shed, many government servants came out pushing carts with large wooden barrels on them, then turned and retreated towards the single-plank bridge.

The refugees who had not received the porridge immediately knocked on the tiled iron cans they were using as rice bowls, and started making noises one by one, forming a crazy wave of noise that went straight into the sky and reached the ears of Lu Ye and Wang Hu on the hillside.

Many refugees even rushed forward, trying to stop the porridge team to see if they could scrape the bottom of the barrels, but they were forced back by the spears of the officers and soldiers.

The scene was chaotic for a time.

Wang Hu was so excited on the mountain that he clapped his legs and his hands turned red.

"Brother, look, the porridge must have finished!"

"If you miss this thunderous meal, you will miss the next thunderous meal!"

"I'm afraid it will take a long time to walk these roads! We still need to find a place to build a shack."

Lu Ye waved his hand.

"Come on!"

(End of this chapter)