While these people were talking, they fell to the ground in panic, kowtowed heavily, and screamed in panic.
Leng Qiuhan pursed her lips and took a step forward to help a little boy in ragged clothes.
I saw a middle-aged woman rushing from one side, hugging the boy into her arms, crying, kowtowing and begging for mercy, which made Mr. Leng feel a little at a loss.
Yu Wenyou hurriedly stepped forward to help relieve the situation, and said softly, "Don't be afraid, everyone, we won't hurt you."
"Can I ask why you are all gathered here? Can't we stay in this house for a while?"
The woman who was holding the boy raised her eyes and looked at her in surprise. She seemed to feel that the little girl's kind eyes did not look cruel, and she immediately relaxed a little.
But the look of caution in her eyes was still very strong. The woman hugged the boy and patted his back, sobbing and said, "I, we are all victims of the disaster who came here from a remote place nearby. I plan to wait for another half."
Time to enter Binghua City."
"Binghua City opens its gates at three o'clock every day. Go there. It's useless if you go early."
"Binghua City?"
"Well, it's right in front. It's not far from this village, and it only takes a stick of incense to walk there." The woman stuttered.
Yu Wenyou nodded slightly, "Sister-in-law, why don't you go inside to hide from the wind and snow?"
When the woman heard this, she couldn't help but look at her in surprise, and a wry smile appeared on her lips.
This girl looks like she is well-dressed and well-fed, and her family must be very well off.
How can a little girl like this know about the sufferings in the world if she is not suffering in the world?
It seems reasonable to say "why not eat minced meat"?
"Everyone's life is not easy these days. How can you open the door and let strangers in?"
They were refugees who had fled the famine and had never thought that anyone would take them in. They just wanted to find a job in the city and live with their hands.
I heard that there are many aristocratic families in Binghua City. Even if you sell yourself as a slave, you can at least have food to eat, enough to survive, right?
Xi Zhuo looked at these people, feeling quite unbearable, and glanced at the little chubby man next to him.
Pang Xiaopang's eyes lit up, and he suddenly shouted, "Second-level envoy, we all got a share of a nest last night. We didn't get any breakfast today either!"
"Otherwise, why don't you give us all the three meals last night, this morning and noon?"
The second-level messenger had a sullen expression and remained silent for a long time.
Xiaopang couldn't help but exclaimed, "Isn't it? Didn't we talk when we came here? The Hanging Sword Summit includes board and lodging? Three meals a day are indispensable!"
"Yes, yes, we have inquired before we came here. Everyone knows that the North Ice Wasteland is extremely short of food resources."
"At that time, we asked if board and lodging were included. Messenger, you said yes! How come it's only been three days and you already want to change your mind?"
"I haven't changed my mind!" the second-level messenger said with a cold face and angrily.
Eating, eating, thinking about eating and drinking all day long, the tasks assigned by Venerable Huang Dian have not been completed yet!
As expected, none of these disciples are reliable. At critical moments, he has to rely on his own efforts to turn things around.
"Master Messenger?" Pang Xiaopang blinked.
The second-level messenger sneered, took out a pack of steamed buns from Najie and threw it to Xiaopang, "Remember, today's meals are all in it."