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"I can't tell the solution yet, but I can guarantee it to be effective. After all, I won't take risks with my own head. Do you think so?" Lin Haoming asked with a smile.

When a few people heard this, they thought it made sense. Huang Yong took the initiative to say, "I can believe this."

"Since everyone believes that there is another thing. I am the leader of this matter in name, but in fact, at least you must be headed by Brother Zhu on the surface, and you also need Brother Zhu when you are about to come forward." Lin Haoming said.

"Why is this?" Zhu Feiling asked.

"Two, one, I want to hide behind, and the second choice is Brother Zhu because only Brother Zhu has enough reputation and status can the Marquis be able to correct the Great Guangming to help you. After all, you are different from the rest of the people, and you are truly qualified to inherit the title." Lin Haoming said.

"Okay!" This time Zhu Feiling agreed without any hesitation.

Seeing this, Lin Haoming raised his glass and several people fucked the glass of wine together.

When Lin Haoming put down his wine glass, he looked at both sides and looked at the people in front of him with excitement, and breathed a sigh of relief.

After staying in Guangning County for three days, Lin Haoming left with his men. The county magistrate came to the place where Lin Haoming asked him for his request as agreed. He only saw that there was a mess here, with three or four hundred people dead, and more than a thousand war horses tied here, which was even more surprising.

Now that the war is in chaos, the county magistrate is used to seeing dead people. In the past few years, he probably was shocked, but what happened to these war horses? Do you want any horses? But it seems that there are not all war horses, which makes the county magistrate very puzzled. But after he reported it, he quickly ordered him not to say anything and not to ask anything.

Fushan County is a county at the junction of Pingjiang County and Annan County. It is affiliated to Pingjiang County and is also the county most closely related to the southeast of Pingjiang County.

Fushan County is backed by Anfu Mountain, which is the only mountain range in Pingjiang County, and the mountain is not very tall.

Pingjiang County was originally an absolutely wealthy county in Yue State. Pingjiang River flowed from north to south, and most of the river banks were fertile land. On the contrary, Fushan County was not so fertile because of Anfushan, and the fields were relatively barren. However, since the battle for the throne started last year, although there have been fewer exposures here, there are too many people coming from other places in Pingjiang County. Now there are refugees everywhere around Fushan County.

There are less than 100,000 people in Fushan County, and there are probably tens of thousands of refugees here, which makes Fushan County Magistrate very troubled.

Now in the middle of winter, refugees are everywhere huddled under the base of the city wall because these walls can shelter from the wind. Once it is time to serve porridge, these people will run out. More refugees live in some wooden sheds built outside the city. After all, they can barely withstand the wind and snow, although there are still people who will die.

The Yue Kingdom had no choice but to do these things. After all, their home is now on the front line of war, so it is impossible for them to go back directly, so they can only spend this winter.

As many as eight porridge-drying spots were set up around the city gate, each lined up, and soldiers were guarding each place.

"Why is the rice porridge getting thinner?"

“There is more and more sand.”

"Why is the porridge a little green today?"

Many of the people who received the porridge were gusting, but under the surveillance of the guards, no one dared to say anything. The curses must have been the corrupt officials in Fushan County who swallowed the relief grain.

The shanty towns outside the city can accommodate about 8,000 people, but in fact tens of thousands of people were squeezed in. Some of them had the strength to cut down some wood from the mountains to build houses. After all, there are porridge here.

In order to survive, many of the refugees who fled here have already sold their children and even wives. The separation of their wives is constantly happening here, and the only purpose is to survive.

However, as long as there are people, there will be a world of martial arts, and even among the refugees, there will be gangs.

Pang Erniu is the leader of one of the group of people. He was originally a gangster from Changning County. After fleeing here, he found the person who had been with him and occupied several of the best houses here. With more than 20 brothers following him, they could be at the forefront every time they were served. When there were rich families in the city to come out to give extra porridge, they could also be at the forefront. If there were some work in the city, they could also get it. Of course, as refugees, they could only do this. After all, they were just refugees, and they could not really go into the city because they would not let refugees in every city. Unless someone guaranteed it, they were just a group of gangsters. No one would guarantee them for no reason.

After serving the porridge today, Pang Erniu still led his men to grab the position. There was a lot of mud and sand, but there was nothing they could do about it. Who made them just refugees, but soon he felt a little uncomfortable in his stomach. Not only him, but also the people who followed him to grab the porridge were uncomfortable.

Just when he felt something might be wrong with the porridge, he suddenly heard someone outside crying and shouting: "Brother, brother...what is wrong with you? Wake up, the porridge is poisonous, this porridge is poisonous."

"Dad, why are you leaving... This porridge is poisonous!"

"My son...this porridge is poisonous."

After hearing such voices one after another, Pang Erniu was shocked. His stomach was getting more and more painful. He wouldn't have been poisoned to death.

But things didn't seem that bad. At least after a few more times, it was fine, but screams kept coming from my ears.

"In order to greed for disaster relief, Fushan County wanted to poison us with poisonous rice, and then reported that it was frozen to death. They were too vicious."

I don’t know who shouted this first, and then the sound spreads suddenly, and then people kept rushing over.

"What are you doing? What do you want to do? Rebel!" The soldiers who maintained order immediately took a spear to protect the porridge-drinking man.

"The disaster relief grain has been resold privately and will be secretly transported tonight. We will be starved to death..."

"We are going to be starved to death, rather than starve to death, we might as well rush in."

Suddenly, many people were shouting around, and then a few porridge dishes were served. Suddenly, someone pushed the guard directly, and it was completely messed up.

"Close the city gate quickly." Someone on the top of the city began to yell.

The soldiers below also began to move, but there were two porridge dishes at the city gate. Suddenly, some bamboo spears flew from somewhere and pierced through the soldiers who were closing the city gate. Then hundreds of people rushed towards the city gate, and then the others almost rushed into the city with the crowd.

There are all refugees here, logically speaking, it is impossible to resist, but for some reason, the few people who rushed over were strong, and even the soldiers who closed the door felt something was wrong after being knocked down, but they had no chance because these people had stepped over them.
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