Just after noon that day, Li Po came to the concierge as usual.
Just then, a guard came out of the gatehouse.
Li Po smiled and handed him two frozen fishes.
The soldier smiled, and after eight or nine days, he had seen this man with the refugees coming and going, running around endlessly, and he was already familiar with him. The lower the status of the person, the easier it was to deal with him.
Therefore, these soldiers in the army were not as concerned about Li Po's identity as a refugee like Liu Wuchang and others. He weighed the frozen fish and joked with Li Po, "We have heard that the food you cook is extremely delicious."
It’s delicious. When are you going to make a meal to try it?”
Li Po cupped his hands and said, "Don't make fun of me as a villain. Look at me like this. Who would want me to do it?"
"By the way, is there drinking in the house again?"
"It's such a cold weather, how can we get by without a few drinks?"
"Last time..."
The soldier grinned and said, "Don't worry, the captain's body is made of iron. Even if he takes a few more punches, he can still withstand it."
After saying that, the pawn smiled happily, obviously happy to see Wu Chang's nose and face swollen.
Li Po apologized, apologized, and wanted to go back.
But there was the faint sound of horse hoofbeats, and the soldier immediately straightened up and looked over. Li Po was also smart and quickly took a few steps back and hid in the shadow of the concierge.
After a short while, I saw a group of knights riding from the city.
People and horses were like dragons, and more than ten riders roared past. When they arrived at the city gate, they slowed down a little, but they didn't stop. They went straight out of the north city gate and walked away.
Although it passed very quickly, Li Po could see clearly.
These knights carried swords and arrows on their backs. They were all dressed in furs and fur, and their horses were flying. They were very wealthy and arrogant, making this group of knights look very imposing.
At the door of the concierge, the young tax collector had already appeared.
"who?"
The soldier immediately bowed and replied: "I can see clearly, it's Li Gongcao... he should have gone hunting with someone."
The tax collector frowned, a trace of disgust flashed across his eyes, then waved his hand and drove away the pawn.
When he was about to return to the house, he saw Li Po who was about to leave. He thought for a moment, then stopped Li Po and said, "Don't leave the city again."
With a simple sentence, Li Po's days of leading people to fish were over.
There is no explanation. Li Po can only guess that it has something to do with the group of knights leaving the city. Maybe they are afraid that these people will see the refugees leaving the city, or it may be for other reasons, but no matter what the reason is, anyway, the good days that the refugees have just recovered are over.
Son.
Li Po was not much depressed, let alone resentful.
Because he, like other refugees, can face his own humbleness.
The only difference between him and other refugees is that in desperate situations, he always tries his best to survive and never just waits to die.
Li Po stayed honest for two days. When his shift ended, he went to the concierge again to check on him.
There was a new group of people, no one recognized them, and they couldn't talk to each other anymore. Apparently, when Chief Mu left, he didn't mention him at all.
What's especially annoying is that the young tax collector stayed on again.
Li Po turned around and went back to the camp. He wanted to continue to make a living at the city gate, but it seemed that he couldn't. It was a pity that he had all his good ideas.
If this continues, maybe by next spring, except for the government officials at the city gate, he will have the final say.
Li Po had been honest for two days, and he really needed to take a rest.
Even without a mirror, Li Po knew that he was extremely thin now, but compared to others in the camp, he was still the healthiest and strongest among them.
No one bothered him in the past two days, so he had been half asleep and half awake, conserving his strength.
However, despite not having left the city a few times, the effects have already been seen.
Only four people have died in the camp in the past few days, all of them terminally ill old people...
It was a peaceful two days, and the refugees were very quiet. However, Li Po didn't show up for two days, and someone finally couldn't help but come over to ask.
He wasn't asking about going out to the city to fish, but he was afraid that Li Po was sick.
At this time of year, being sick is almost equivalent to half a foot stepping into the gate of hell.
In fact, some people have already discussed it. If Li Gong is really sick, then they will sneak into the city at night, find some herbs, or even bring a doctor over. After all, it will only be possible if Li Gong survives.
The people who came were blocked by Li Chun, and it took some effort to convince them that Li Gong was just too tired and needed to rest for a while.
After two days, Li Po finally calmed down a bit, and the porridge that day was very thick because the porridge cooks were replaced by two monks.
According to Li Chun, the two monks were eminent monks from temples in the city and were very charitable.
But Li Po was unmoved, and he couldn't see anything if he just gave him some porridge.
Li Po couldn't say whether faith was good or bad, but as far as the refugees or himself were concerned, faith was of little use. It could neither prevent them from being afraid of the cold winter, nor could it prevent them from being troubled by hunger. Mao Yong didn't care either.
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Despite this thought, Li Po still took Li Chun to get the porridge together that evening.
Seeing him coming, the refugees who were shivering in the cold wind automatically moved aside, allowing them to take the lead in the queue.
The clerk who was serving porridge hunched his shoulders, and when he saw Li Po coming over, he nodded slightly and smiled.
People with prestige can always get more respect, even if they are given prestige by a group of refugees.
Of course, the clerk and Li Po were already familiar with each other.
"It's time to serve porridge."
Soon, someone pulled his neck and shouted.
Although he had heard it many times, Li Po still imagined the emperor going to court in his mind.
Immediately, two steaming cauldrons were lifted.
Li Po, like other refugees, was given a large spoonful of porridge and soup while holding a broken bowl.
Li Po took a look and saw that the porridge was indeed very thick. He also saw two monks.
The two monks looked very kind. They not only served porridge with their own hands, but also clasped their palms together from time to time to pray for the refugees.
Li Po didn't leave. He squatted by the pot, drinking porridge and keeping warm. He also looked at the monk who was giving the porridge.
The monk was not good-looking, but he was very round. The more he looked at it, the more Li Po realized that if this monk with thin skin and tender flesh was slaughtered, it might be more delicious than Tang Monk's meat.
When the refugees dispersed, the monk stopped wiping his sweat.
Out of the blue, Li Po asked, "Master, someone is sick. Could you please take a look?"
The monk was a little stunned. This was the most special request he had heard today.
Other refugees would either receive the porridge quietly or ask for the Buddha's blessing, but they would not make excessive demands.
But now there are exceptions.
The monk was obviously in trouble, but he was not angry. He looked at Li Po compassionately, put his palms together and said: "Birth, old age, illness and death are natural requests, so why force it? Forget about being a stinker, as long as there is a Buddha in your heart, you will have your own destiny in reincarnation.
Income......"
Li Po bared his teeth and smiled, stood up and clasped his palms together, "I am the Buddha who is compassionate."