Da Bong fights more people

Then happily wrote a letter back to the capital to tell Lina and Xu Lingyin.

Gradually, she wrote fewer and fewer letters, and the smiles on her face became less and less.

The path of travel has also changed from "recipe" to chasing disasters.

"Senior Brother Yang, where are we going this time?"

As an exile of Si Tianjian, Chu Caiwei could only follow Yang Qianhuan.

"Recently I got in touch with my sworn brother and I want to visit him."

Yang Qianhuan walked in front, leaving the junior sister with the back of her head.

"Where did you come to worship brothers?" Chu Caiwei blinked her eyes wide.

"Li Lingsu, Li Lingsu, the holy son of Tianzong."

Yang Qianhuan said: "I have already figured out a clever plan to suppress Xu Qi'an, a certain Yang who is thriving. Now I am going to share it with my good brother and see how he is doing recently."

Chu Caiwei let out an "oh", but remembered that not long ago, senior brother Yang heard that Xu Qi'an was beheading Buddhist King Kong in Jianzhou, he beat his chest and feet in jealousy, and cried loudly.

After careful inquiring, I found out that Senior Brother Sun was also involved in this matter, and he made a big splash.

Senior Brother Yang beat his chest again, pointed at the sky and cursed angrily, saying that that stinky stutterer must have groveled and flattered Xu Qi'an in exchange for the chance to show his holiness in front of others.

Brother Yang is not ashamed of Brother Sun's behavior.

PS: Considering that some readers said that the last few chapters have too much dry stuff, a bit brain-burning, and not enough IQ, so I wrote a chapter of daily life to let everyone relax.

Chapter 77 Yang Qianhuan's Ingenious Plan

The brothers and sisters walked while talking, and after half an hour, they turned into the official road from the secluded narrow path.

The official road suddenly became lively, not in the usual sense, but on both sides of the official road, many refugees gathered.

They were wearing tattered clothes, some were trying to dig grass and tree roots, some were sitting in a daze, and some were lying on haystacks, dying.

Among the crowd, there are also simple tents.

This place is extremely far away from the city, what are they doing here, and they have nothing to eat? Chu Caiwei was a little confused when she saw it.

When she retracted her eyes and looked at Yang Qianhuan in front of her, she found that he was already wearing a veiled hat, and what was hanging down was not light gauze, but thick cotton cloth, the kind of thick cotton cloth that extraordinary warriors could not see through .

"Mom, I'm so hungry"

On the side of the road, a six or seven-year-old boy curled up in his mother's arms. .

The mother and son were unkempt, starving and skinny.

"Stay for a while longer, and you won't be hungry after a while."

The young mother held the baby in her arms, shivering in the cold wind, saying, "you won't be hungry when you fall asleep"

The young mother had many bruises on her face, dark red blood on her wrists, and pale lips, as if she was suffering from injuries.

Chu Caiwei's eyes reflected the helpless and numb expression of the young woman, as well as the child's desire for food and fear of hunger.

She walked over slowly, knelt down in front of the mother and child, and took out two steamed buns wrapped in butter paper from her deerskin pocket.

Suddenly, a pair of bloodshot eyes looked over, glowing with an indescribable light, as if it was not from human beings.

The young woman took the steamed buns, shook the drowsy child awake, and said eagerly:

"Eat fast, eat fast"

At the same time, while stuffing steamed buns into her mouth, she grabbed the sharpened stones beside her, and scanned the surrounding refugees with fierce eyes who swallowed their saliva and were eager to try.

During the process, she kept urging the child to eat faster.

Chu Caiwei saw the boy's choking eyes rolled, hurriedly took out the water bag and handed it over, and said softly:

"Slow down and drink some water."

While the boy was drinking water, Chu Caiwei looked at the young woman and asked:

"What are you doing here?"

From what she has seen and heard, there are roughly three ways of living for refugees. One is to become bandits and loot other people, just like locusts crossing the border, and the looted people also become refugees, and the scale is getting bigger and bigger.

One is stuck outside the city, relying on the court's alms to survive, or looking for something to eat all over the mountains and plains.

One is to enlist in the army and become a militia.

In the last case, the least number of people are selected. First, the imperial court has limited food and grass and cannot support too many militiamen. Secondly, Qingzhou is fighting a war. They become militiamen and will soon be transported to the Qingzhou battlefield.

And this group of refugees gathered here, sitting in the cold wind waiting to die without going to the village or back to the store?

The young woman took two bites of steamed buns, stopped eating, held them in her hand, and said hoarsely:

"There is a mountain six miles ahead, and there is a mountain king on the mountain. They go out to grab things every now and then, and every time they come back after they grab something, they will send someone over to deliver some food."

Seeing that the child had finished eating the steamed buns, the young woman handed over the one in her hand:

"Let's eat"

She then looked at Chu Caiwei, and after examining it, she begged in a low voice:

"Girl, can you take my child away?"

Chu Caiwei was taken aback. She definitely couldn't take a child with her. This boy looked about the same age as Xu Lingyin, but he was thin and timid, obviously not as good as Xu Lingyin to support.

Moreover, she was exiled by the Sitianjian, traveling around, and the frail children could bear the pain of running around.

Just as he was about to refuse, he suddenly heard the young woman mourning:

"I can't keep him anymore. Those people look at him more and more strangely. Someone quietly took my child away last night. Fortunately, I woke up in time and beat them to death."

Chu Caiwei suddenly understood what was going on with the bruise on her face and the dark red blood on her hands.

At this moment, Chu Caiwei could hardly breathe.

At this time, she moved her ears and heard the sound of horseshoes.

She got up, looked towards the official road ahead, and saw a cavalry team galloping towards them, led by a beautiful woman in a black dress, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, full of heroism.

"crash"

The lifeless refugees "lived" instantly, bounced off the ground, and moved towards the cavalry.