In the cold wind, Li Po huddled behind a big rock not far from the refugee camp, his face turned green and his lips white from the cold.
What he never expected was that he would take on a porcelain task...
At this time, his image has almost returned to what it was before.
Because he rolled on the ground a lot and used snow, water and mud to make his face extremely dirty.
But huddled in a ball, he kept cursing the unscrupulous tax collectors, thinking in amusement, it turned out that the art of touching porcelain was so ancient, and the Sui people began to use it...
After waiting for an unknown amount of time, Li Po felt that his body was a little numb, and then he heard the rapid sound of horse hooves.
He poked his head and took a look, and through the city gate corridor, he could vaguely see some figures approaching on horseback.
The job of touching porcelain requires a lot of skills, but Li Po is still confident that with his skills, he can meet the tax officials' requirements.
It's just that the person he was flirting with made him a little worried.
I don't know who made the tax collector use such despicable means to deal with him, and he is probably not easy to mess with.
What he was wondering now was whether the visitor would use the knife if he was so angry.
It's really hard to say. After living in a refugee camp for so long, how could he not know that the lives of refugees are not lives? As long as the status is slightly higher, killing two refugees is probably no better than teasing a good woman.
How much more sinful is a few words...
The sound of horse hoofbeats became increasingly clear, and Li Po squinted his eyes.
Looking at the figures getting closer and closer, they look more and more familiar. Damn, aren't these the people who passed by here a few days ago?
These people were caught in the wind and snow, but the harvest was good. Some of the peeled skins were hunched on the back of the horse, and there were some birds hanging on the side of the horse. It was really eye-catching to see.
They were much the same as when they went there, directly entering the city gate corridor and speeding past without slowing down.
Li Po felt reassured. He knew from this look that his equestrian skills were pretty good. If he met some idiot whose equestrian skills weren't up to par, don't really knock him out.
Li Po was well prepared. Not far from him, a big dog was lying there, whining. It was probably as cold as him and could hardly stand it.
This was the pet of a city gatekeeper who temporarily borrowed it from him. It was said to be very docile and not very biting.
But no matter how docile a dog is, it still has wild nature.
Calculating the distance, Li Po felt that it was almost done, so he threw the hard snow ball that had been packed in his hand towards the dog, hitting it right in the face.
The dog whined, and then yelled. It was neither light nor heavy. It didn't make the big dog feel any fear, but it aroused his ferocity.
The dogs in Mayi are actually the same as the people in Mayi, they are wild and hard to get rid of.
The big dog barked several times, and Li Po turned around and ran away. The big dog chased after him without hesitation.
A man and a dog suddenly jumped out from the side of the road and crossed the road.
A dozen knights rode past.
The one at the head watched helplessly as a man and a dog suddenly appeared in front of him.
He didn't need to pull the reins at all. The horse was frightened. It whinnied and stopped suddenly. Its hooves slipped and left a few marks on the road. It stood upright.
Fortunately, the knight was really capable. He hugged the horse's neck instantly to prevent him from being thrown out. He lifted up Lao Gao with his butt and sat back down on the horse again.
There was a thud, and the knight grinned in pain.
And when the horseman stood up, this man was finally thrown off the saddle.
The group of people behind were also in chaos, whistling continuously, and at the same time, they also showed their superb equestrian skills. No one fell off the horse, and when the horses stopped, the road had already been surrounded by a circle.
This is like a powerful cavalry skill. Even the grassland tribes Li Po saw were inferior by comparison...
Li Po, who was also rolling up on the ground, felt a little cold in his heart when he saw this scene because of his military sensitivity.
The script was also changed after that. He got up from the ground in embarrassment and ran towards the refugee camp.
And the mad dog had been shot by a sharp arrow and lay dead on the street.
The familiar sound of the bowstring vibrating made Li Po run faster.
There was a burst of laughter from behind, and it was obvious that those guys were trying to stop their companions from being embarrassed.
The angry knight, just like the dog just now, was so fierce that he was stimulated by the pain. Regardless of the teasing of his companions, he jumped on his horse and chased after Li Po.
No matter how fast you run, you can't run faster than someone with four legs.
Li Po groaned secretly in his heart, and looked back, feeling relieved for a moment, because although the man's face was twisted and ferocious, he did not pull out the long knife from his waist.
So, Li Po hugged his head tightly while running.
As he expected, when he caught up with him, the man waved his horse whip and whipped it hard.
Li Po didn't know how many whips he had received, but his body was in burning pain. An unwilling anger was building up in his heart. He didn't know when he would snatch the opponent's whip and kill him.
A ferocious guy.
At this time, he had curled up into a ball and rolled on the ground. The knight had also jumped off his horse and kept beating him.
His companions had also rushed over, and their rough jokes kept reaching Li Po's ears.
Li Po has seen this kind of scene countless times. The humiliation of the superior people to the inferior people has never changed. It's just that the process may be deviated. Only when death comes, these people will realize that they are not the same as others.
There is not much difference. In the face of death, everyone is truly equal.
In Li Po's opinion, it is actually very interesting to let such people experience the taste of death.
It was only the tax collector's voice that stopped the murderous intention that kept rising in his heart.
"stop......"
When the whip stopped falling, Li Po jumped up, turned around and ran away.
He has nothing to do here. He neither kills people here nor is he interested in showing his heroic spirit. He is just like a wounded beast who needs to find a quiet place to lick his wounds.
No one cared about him, he was just a lowly homeless man, not much more valuable than the dog that was shot to death on the road just now.
The cold wind carried the words into his ears.
It turns out that the tax collector wanted to call the leading young knight his fourth brother, but the young knight called the tax collector his third brother.
We came as a family...
Li Po gradually ran away, looked back, touched the whip marks on his face, turned around and entered the refugee camp with a grin on his face.
Damn it, this whipping was in vain.
He was not interested in knowing what the relationship between the tax collector and those people was, and he didn't even have any intention of holding grudges.
Because he knows that no matter how the world changes, it still remains the same.
Just like the tax collector who is smiling and talking to others, he never cares about what a small refugee is thinking. But if he is wronged here, he can only bear it by himself.
The intrigues of big shots are quite far away from him. A small guy like him doesn't have much to do against those people except for five steps of blood splattering.
If this is the case, what is there to regret?
Maybe one day, these guys will have to beg and cry under his feet, but it will definitely not be now...