No matter how stressful you are, you can never die of hunger.
Fight!
The next rebel team was like crazy. From top to bottom, no one could be idle. Even Mr. Zhu was pulled out by his mother to help light the fire and cook porridge.
Mr. Pang Qing and the others appeared on the main road heading east from Zhangqiu... At first glance, they were all homeless people. The number was much larger than the previous few days.
If all of them flowed to Gaoyuan, Xie Qian would probably collapse immediately.
It’s really vicious!
Thanks to Mr. Zhu's wisdom, he was able to come up with a way to deal with it.
"Folks, don't run away. There's going to be a war over there. Are you going to die?"
Mr. Pang and his men came up to him and kept persuading him.
But they soon discovered that this trick was useless.
The refugees still ran in the direction of Gaoyuan, which made Mr. Pang so anxious that sweat broke out on his forehead.
At this moment, nephew Xu Zhiyuan hurried to the old man's side and panted: "Uncle, look, are there many strong men among the crowd?"
Mr. Pang narrowed his eyes and said, "Really, there is something wrong with these people?"
Xu Zhiyuan nodded, "I leaned over and listened. They were all saying that they had to go to Gaoyuan to survive. Xie Tou led many soldiers and generals, and the court was afraid of them."
Mr. Pang immediately understood that these people had brought the refugees there on purpose.
After figuring it out, Pang Qing had an idea. He immediately called dozens of refugee rebels. Although they were still in rags, they were no different from these refugees.
But after a short period of training, he became much stronger than ordinary people.
Following Pang Qing's instructions, he immediately rushed forward and picked out several big men from the crowd. They looked good, had no luggage on them, and had no family members. They didn't look like refugees who were fleeing.
"Tear off their clothes."
Following Mr. Pang's order, the guys tore open the coats of several people, revealing not only the clean clothes inside, but also the silver ingots and daggers... The guys struggled to run away, and there was no way the rebels would let them go.
Hold them down, put the weapon against their necks, and ask them to say, who are they?
One of them couldn't bear it anymore and could only plead: "Hero, spare your life. We don't know what happened, but someone asked us to take the big guy to Gaoyuan."
"Who asked for it? Where did the money come from?"
This guy's face turned green, "Yes, it's from the top. We are working for the imperial court. Don't kill us."
Finally asked the truth, it turned out to be the Qing court causing trouble!
"Folks, listen to the old man and don't go to Gaoyuan. There's going to be a war there. If you go there, you won't be able to survive."
Mr. Pang added: "We are from Shandong Dusi, bigger than Commander Xie... Come with us, we will arrange a way for you to survive..."
These people were in a daze and couldn't make up their minds. Mr. Pang waved his hand and asked his nephew to lead the troops... Stop talking nonsense and take them away as soon as possible.
In this way, with half pushing and half pushing, the refugees gave up going north to Gaoyuan and headed south instead.
After walking out for a while, everyone was out of breath, exhausted, and had stars in their eyes. Many people could no longer walk.
At this moment, a group of wheelbarrows appeared from the road. The leader was a middle-aged woman wearing an apron and holding a horse spoon in her hand. The wooden buckets on the wheel were full of steaming vegetable porridge.
"Folks, don't take pictures. We are from Shandong Dusi and are rebels. We are here to bring food to everyone."
I have to admit that it is indeed much more convenient for women to do some things.
With a smile on her face, I served porridge to each of the homeless people and talked to everyone. No matter they were old or children, they all burst into tears of gratitude. After running for so long, I finally met a good person.
The refugees instantly became less nervous. Although they didn't know what this Shandong Dusi was, it couldn't be any worse, right?
Anyway, it’s a narrow escape, no matter where you go, I just want God to open your eyes and Gods and Buddhas to bless you.
They started heading towards Zichuan.
With the first batch, there will be the second batch... This is a competition to grab people.
The target of the Qing army is still Xie Qian, and it is impossible to attack Zichuan with the main force. If it is just a partial army, Tan Qiye can handle it with 500 rebels.
Although the risk is not small, it is better than letting the refugees overwhelm Gaoyuan and letting the Qing army destroy Xie Qian.
By that time, there was no one left to shelter from the wind and rain.
Zhu Yiyuan was in charge in Zichuan County. When the refugees arrived, he immediately divided them into groups.
"Listen to me, everyone, Zichuan County is too close to the official road, and it will be easy for the Qing army to kill them. If you want to avoid the war, you have to go all the way south and enter the Yimeng Mountain area. With the protection of the mountains and terrain, everyone will be safe. We
We will escort the big guys, please believe us and listen to our instructions."
Zhu Yiyuan said so, and he did the same. He organized the refugees into groups of two to three hundred people, protected by the rebel army, supported the old and young, left Zichuan County, and headed in the direction of Qingshiji.
These refugees, some old and young, are generally weak and it is not easy for them to walk.
Zhu Yiyuan could only encourage patiently. At this moment, an old man suddenly let go of his hand while walking, his crutches fell to the ground, and he fell down softly.
This is really common in the ranks of refugees. It can be said that someone dies almost every moment, and bones are exposed in the wild along the roads that the refugees have walked.
All kinds of tragedies, exchanging children and eating food, all happened on the way to escape.
Just when everyone thought that this old man was bound to die, a young man helped him and carried him on his back.
"Let's go. Not far away is Qingshiji. You can rest there for a while."
The old man's voice was weak, "Thank you, thank you, little brother, what's your name? You are really kind-hearted. Bodhisattva bless you."
Zhu Yiyuan just smiled and said, "Okay, let's move forward."
The old man didn't know Zhu Yiyuan, but the rebel soldiers were shocked when they saw him.
The disciple soldiers that Mr. Zhu talked about were not just empty words, but they had actual actions. Under the leadership of Zhu Yiyuan, the soldiers of the rebel army helped the old and the young, and helped push carts and carry luggage.
At dusk, they finally arrived at Qingshiji.
Zhang Lin came a long way away. He was shocked when he saw an old man carrying Zhu Yiyuan on his back.
"Master Zhu, how can you work so hard? Give it to me quickly!"
Zhu Yiyuan smiled and said, "Mr. Zhang, I'm young and strong, so why should I carry someone on my back?"
Zhang Lin said bitterly: "Then we can't mess with the rules, you are our leader!"
The old man on his back heard these words. He was so frightened that he exclaimed: "Hou, Housheng...who are you?"
Zhu Yiyuan smiled and said: "It's just what you talk about as a young man. I'll carry you to the house in front of you to rest. Someone will look at your body later."
The old man couldn't object, but he also felt that something was wrong. The young man who carried him all the way was extraordinary!
After Zhu Yiyuan settled the old man and left, someone came in to check the old man's body. The old man hurriedly asked, "Then, who is that young man?"
The rural doctor who examined him smiled and said, "Your old man is very lucky. He is the head of our family, the clan of the Ming Dynasty. Now Shandong Dusi has the final say."
"ah!"
The old man was stunned, "How can he carry such a noble status like me, a dying person?"
After sighing with emotion, the old man couldn't help but give two thumbs up and praised: "You are really teachers of benevolence and righteousness, amazing!"
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Zhu Yiyuan was busy transporting the refugees. At this moment, someone suddenly came running out of breath.
"Master Zhu, General Luo Yi's banner ambushed a group of servants of the Kong family, killing dozens and capturing dozens more. Liu Bao asked hundreds of households to make a decision."
Zhu Yiyuan was stunned, "Kong family? Didn't they just cross the original mountain? At this time, they were in Laiwu at most. How did they meet the Kong family?"
The rebel who delivered the letter grinned bitterly and said: "Master Zhu, they also have their own fields in Laiwu."
Zhu Yiyuan took a sharp breath. He originally thought that he would quietly go south and not rush into conflict, but he did not expect that the conflict would come faster than he thought.
If you don't hit, it's fine. If you hit, you'll make a hole in your family.
Provoked the biggest local snake.
With no other choice, Zhu Yiyuan could only call Zhang Lin over, "I can only ask Mr. Zhang to take charge of transporting the refugees. I have to go and deal with the matter."
Zhang Lin was slightly startled. There was no doubt that this was Zhu Yiyuan's trust in him. Thinking of the scene where Zhu Yiyuan was carrying the old man on his back just now, Zhang Lin took a deep breath. Maybe this was the benevolent Lord he wanted to assist!
"Please rest assured, Sir, I will fulfill my mission!" This chapter has been completed!
