Zheng Wuji ran all the way, his legs were sore and he didn't dare to rest.
Finally, I couldn't move any further, so I rested against a pine tree.
He wanted to rest for a while and continue walking, but he didn't want to sit down and find that he couldn't get up no matter what.
He ran all this way and was actually exhausted.
It's okay if I don't rest, but once I stop and want to walk again, I won't be able to walk.
Zheng Wuji sat there, beating and rubbing his legs.
After struggling for nearly half an hour, I was finally able to stand up.
Looking at the moonlight setting in the west, fearing that Mr. Zuo would wake up and find out, he picked up a thick branch, used Quan as a crutch, and continued on his way limping.
When the morning light first appeared, he walked out of the mountains and hit the road.
At this time, Zheng Wuji was out of breath and in a miserable state. How could he have any dignity left?
He was only wearing his middle coat all the way, fearing that his outer coat would be scratched by branches and thorns, not to mention it would be inconvenient to rush on the road.
Seeing that he was already on the sidewalk, he was about to put on his coat, thinking that he would meet a car or horse and promise him some benefits to take him into the city. He really couldn't walk anymore.
He had made up his mind not to go home yet, but to go to his aunt's house first.
First, I need to sue Xu Chunjun, and secondly, I have to tidy up and dress up no matter what, and I can't let her see me in such a mess.
Zheng Wuji sat on a stone by the roadside, untied the package on his back, opened the oil paper package inside, grabbed a few pieces of dried meat and ate it randomly.
He was so consumed that he ate so voraciously that he choked several times and rolled his eyes, beating his chest with his hands.
There was no water nearby, and his mouth was so dry that he couldn't eat any more after eating a few pieces.
I wrapped the rest and took out my coat. I was halfway through wearing it when a group of people came from the south.
Zheng Wuji was still wondering why there were so many people in such a remote place so early in the morning.
Taking a closer look, this group of people were all sallow, skinny, and in rags. They were both men and women, and they ranged in age.
Zheng Wuji immediately understood that these people should be refugees who came from nowhere.
Every year during the lean season, people suffering from famine from various places flock to Gyeonggi. Although the government sends people to expel them, they still cannot stop the refugees from coming to Beijing every year.
The group of people shuffled over and stopped in front of Zheng Wuji.
Zheng Wuji was looking down at the blisters on his feet. He raised his head and met the leader of the refugees. An ominous premonition rose from the bottom of his heart...
The sky was getting brighter, and a wild mouse swooped out of the grass, stood upright, looked at it, and swooped back.
Zheng Wuji slowly climbed up while holding on to the stone, coughed twice, and cursed.
Just now, he was robbed by that group of refugees.
The baggage was robbed and the clothes were stripped off.
He begged and begged, and finally a rag was left to cover his shame.
"What a damn bad luck!" Zheng Wuji cursed, holding his legs between his legs, using a wooden stick to pick up the dirty rag that had no visible color, and cursed, "You won't die if you wear this thing."
If he doesn't wear it, how can he see others naked?
After thinking about it, I finally got some grass leaves from the side and reluctantly made a grass leaf skirt to wrap around my waist.
"You must not let Mr. Zuo see this kind of virtue, otherwise you will laugh at me forever." Zheng Wuji said to himself, "It seems that I can't go into the city anymore. Let's go to the farm to hide first, and at least get some clothes.
Enter the city again."
In order to prevent Mr. Zuo from recognizing him, he got some mud from the roadside and smeared it on his face. Looking at his white flesh, fearing that his skin would be exposed, he simply rolled in the mud.
After getting dirty, I staggered forward again.
Misfortune never comes alone, good fortune never comes alone. This saying has always been the most accurate.
Zheng Wuji planned to go to the farm, but he didn't want to just walk forward for more than ten miles and saw a group of officials arresting the refugees.
Noisy, crying, chaotic.
Zheng Wuji couldn't help but feel relieved after seeing it, and said bitterly: "You deserve it! Being a refugee is pitiful, but being a robber is shameful."
He was watching the excitement here, and a sharp-eyed officer saw him at a glance, pointed at him and said: "There's another one over there! Arrest them too! Don't let them make trouble outside the city gate, which will make people uncomfortable."
That’s true!”
Immediately, two soldiers rushed over. Zheng Wuji was so frightened that he threw away his crutches and quickly explained: "I am not a refugee, I am a person from the capital! I..."
The two people didn't listen to the explanation at all and cursed: "Are you a refugee? I'm afraid you are worse than a refugee. A refugee still has some clothes to wear!"
After saying that, he was arrested indiscriminately. Zheng Wuji wanted to say more, but the officials were annoyed and would beat anyone who talked nonsense with their toes and fists.
Has he ever suffered like this before? He could only shut up.
I thought that although I had only studied for a few days and was not even a scholar, I had first learned what it was like for a scholar to encounter a soldier.
"Take them all to the coolie camp!" the leading officer got on his horse and gave the order, "These people want to stay in prison and have food to eat without moving. What a damn good idea! Stones are being cut in the west of the city!
Get them all to work! If they are willing to work, they will be fed, if they are lazy, they will be beaten! In less than three days, they will be docile and docile!"
Zheng Wuji was caught among these refugees, and he didn't know where he had lost his shoes.
The officers and soldiers also made fun of him, saying that they had never seen anyone wearing leaves in this age.
The refugees also refused to help him explain, and also laughed at him.
Zheng Wuji couldn't help but sigh, how important it is to have good clothes.
Most people in the world look down upon others, but Su Qincheng will not bully me.
A large group of them arrived at the coolie camp in the west of the city.
Guan Ying was a fat black man with a short build, wearing a black silk shirt. He had small eyes and two thin beards. At first glance, he looked like a mole turned into a spirit.
Zheng Wuji heard an official call him "Du Guanying" and knew that his surname was Du.
But he had already given him a name in his mind, and it was called "Mole Spirit".
"Why is there a savage here?" The mole spirit saw Zheng Wuji.
"Find him some shabby clothes," the mole spirit said to his attendants. "This young and strong man is just in time for work!"
Zheng Wuji was cautious and did not reveal his identity in front of the officials, fearing that they would beat him up again.
He planned to talk to the mole spirit alone later. At the worst, he would be given some benefits and he would be able to leave here soon.
The entourage threw him a pair of tattered clothes stained with sweat, and Zheng Wuji almost fainted from the fumes.
But it was impossible not to wear it at this time. The leaf skirt he made himself was already wilting and could not last long.
Zheng Wuji bravely put on those clothes.
The manager has finished allocating the work to these people.
The men all went to chisel and carry stones, the women washed and cooked, and the children gathered gravel. Except for those who were still nursing, all of them could not be idle.
