But he couldn't make the decision in this matter. Besides, how could their young master just accept a group of people on the road, or a group of refugees in a place like Suzaku?
Hearing the negative answer, Uncle Lu was disappointed but also took it for granted. For a group of refugees like them, even the Zhuque people might not be willing to take it after all the hard work, let alone the young master.
Gongsun informed Qi Bao'er and others about this matter, and it was indeed as he guessed that Qi Bao'er had no intention of recruiting people.
Two days later, everyone arrived at Fucheng. The palace of the eleventh prince of the Suzaku Kingdom was in Fucheng.
The Buddha City is not big, but it looks much more normal. When you get close to the Buddha City, a normal wind blows. The pedestrians on the road, the officers and soldiers guarding the city, and the people coming and going in the city are all normal.
Why, the serious disease in the Suzaku Kingdom only affects people in small places, or what?
Everyone entered the city with a big question mark hanging over their heads.
I would like to mention here that Fucheng also accepts refugees without any hindrance. Banshan Town still refuses to accept refugees without household registration, but Focheng does not.
As long as you tell the officers and soldiers guarding the city that you are a refugee, whether you can produce your household registration or not, there is a special registration place outside the city that will register you, and then soldiers will take the refugees away.
As for where to go, according to the officers and soldiers, their eleventh prince was kind and built a special place to take in the refugees.
After knowing this, many refugees happily went to register, and then happily followed the soldiers leading the way and left.
"The Eleventh Prince is such a good man."
"There is hope. Thank you, the eleventh prince. Thank you, the eleventh prince."
The refugees looked haggard, but the most sincere gratitude was on their faces.
The young master glanced at Uncle Lu, who was so worried that he almost knitted his features together and quietly came over, and pointed at the registration tent not far away, "Uncle Lu, why don't you go?"
He didn't mean anything else, he was just simply surprised. When all the refugees who came here heard that the Eleventh Prince had built a special place to accommodate them, they all queued up. Except Uncle Lu and the others, they first watched from a distance, and then didn't notice at all.
Like everyone else, those who were excited about having a place to stay were all sad.
Uncle Lu wiped his face and said, "Captain Gongsun, tell me if there is any problem with the execution of this sentence?"
Gongsun was startled, why did he ask this?
Seeing what Gongsun meant, Uncle Lu smiled bitterly with a look of defeat on his face: "To be honest with Captain Gongsun, although we came from the village, the children of the Zeng clan are still considered to be one or two talented people.
My first cousin was the governor of the state, and my first cousin was the mayor of our place."
In a country that has been at war for more than a hundred years, refugees are the most common product of Bal. Both his cousin and his grandfather have encountered refugees and have taken them in.
So he knew a little bit about the process of taking in refugees. According to what his cousin said, unless there is a natural disaster and there is no place to go, to take in refugees, the refugees must be placed in places under their jurisdiction that can still accommodate the population.
Usually, villages allow refugees to open up wasteland to support themselves.
Rather than talking about building a place to take in refugees, not to mention that the cost of building a new place is high, and the subsequent cost of raising those refugees is even more incalculable.
Although his grandfather and cousin were just minor officials and were not as wealthy as the eleventh prince of the Suzaku Kingdom, no matter how wealthy they were, they still had to bear the expense.
Unless spending a small amount of money can have other big effects.
Everyone in the Qilin Kingdom knew that Suzaku was alive or dead, not to mention the neighboring country's Baal.
Uncle Lu chose this road and crossed the entire Baal, that is, he crossed countless war zones. He fled to Suzaku with his head held high all the way. It was because he had two relatives who were officials and could find out some information about the eleventh prince of the Suzaku Kingdom.
There is not a single person alive or dead in the territory under his jurisdiction.
But everything is absolutely impossible.
When he saw the Eleventh Prince's attitude towards the refugees, Uncle Lu's first reaction was that the Eleventh Prince was going to use the refugees to make one alive and one to die.
It just so happens that refugees have no roots and no screen. They disappear when they are not seen. There is no risk at all.
Gongsun raised his eyebrows and glanced at Uncle Lu. This man was also able to hide things. He looked frank all the way and even expressed his intention to surrender, but there was no meaning at all.
He glanced at the villagers surnamed Lu not far away who were also looking uneasily in their direction. He had been paying attention to that side since he arrived outside the city. Their uneasiness was not caused by Uncle Lu, but by Uncle Lu.
After going to inquire about it, those people started to feel uneasy after saying a few words when they came back.
At this moment, he just wanted to sigh: The prince is worthy of being the prince.
When he told the prince that the villagers surnamed Lu wanted to surrender, the prince actually did not directly say whether to accept them or not. He only said, "Those people have problems."
He didn't have enough brains to see what was wrong with these people, but since the prince said there was a problem, there must be something wrong.
So in the next few days, he kept paying attention to these people, letting him see what was wrong with these people who seemed to be quite honest, and how they could hide it from the eyes of him, the deputy general of the Shadowless Army, with such an appearance.
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"You said you got the news that none of the eleventh princes survived or died?"
Uncle Lu seemed to be in a dilemma for a while. In a life-or-death situation, even if it was a life-saving thing, they couldn't save their lives just by holding it.
Fight.
Uncle Lu dug around in his arms, and with a cautious and heavy expression, he took out a slightly bulging paper bag with the size of an adult man's palm. He immediately stuffed it into Gongsun's hand, "Give this to your young master, your team."
There is a doctor in there. Check it out with the doctor. This is what my cousin gave me when we escaped. I don’t know what it is. My cousin only told me that when I feel that my mind is not clear, I use it to smoke.
One bite can save your life."
Hearing this, Gongsun's expression became a little more solemn. He squeezed the paper bag in his hand. Some places were soft and some were a bit painful, much like Dr. Zhuoqi used to protect them from mosquitoes, snakes and ants when they were in the forest.
The kind of purse stuffed with medicinal herbs.
"You go back first, I'll go see the young master."
Hearing this, Uncle Lu immediately broke into a huge smile, and the wrinkles on his face deepened a lot, "Hey, hey, okay, okay."
Gongsun quickly returned to the team and reported the incident to Qi Bao'er. He did not wrap the paper in his hand with Qi Bao'er. It happened that Zhuo Qi, who had been missing for a long time, came back today, so he handed the paper to Qi Bao'er.
The bag was handed to Zhuo Qi.
What to do if it's poisonous?
How could they, as subordinates, present such a medicinal substance to the prince without any precautions?
That's not nonsense.
Zhuo Qi took it and opened the paper package. As expected, as Gongsun had guessed, the package contained a medium-sized purse. It was carefully wrapped in several paper packages, probably because he was afraid that the medicinal properties would disappear.
Zhuo Qi opened it, smelled it first, and then opened his purse. Inside was chopped herbs, with leaves and stems. Let alone a layman, even an expert would have to carefully distinguish the chopped herbs.
But this was a trivial matter to Zhuo Qi. He just poured out some crushed herbs, spread them on his palms, observed them for a while, and smelled them again, and then he had the answer.
