It was stormy yesterday, but today the sky is clear, the sun is warm, and the air is unusually fresh.
But the temperature has obviously dropped by a few degrees.
The closer we get to the city, the more people there are on the road.
Fu Manman saw many people wearing raincoats and walking together in wet clothes. Others were smiling and chatting. Most of those people were carrying tents on their backs.
But there were also people who carried tents on their backs and still got wet. Obviously these people did not realize the wonderful use of tents.
Unexpectedly, there was something exaggerated. Fu Manman saw a group of people protecting an open tent and moving forward.
This...couldn't it be that it can be opened but not closed?
When Chang Zhong saw the group of people, he laughed to death, then hurried forward and told the other party how to close the tent very generously.
After a while, many people gathered around to take a look. Chang Zhong, like a salesman, explained the wonderful functions of this tent to everyone.
Many people who had tents last night but didn't know how to use them and got soaked in the rain cried out that they were unjust.
Some people chatted enthusiastically with others who also owned tents about the magic and usefulness of tents.
Originally, many people thought they had picked up the treasure and were too sneaky to show it. However, as we got closer to Fengcheng, more and more people were talking about tents on the road, and more and more people were carrying tents.
Fangfang took it out.
This means that everyone has what I have, so there is no such thing as rarity.
A large number of refugees walked towards Fengcheng, and some refugees started running.
Fu Manman raised her head and looked at the majestic blue-grey city wall in the distance, feeling excited. Before, when she was escaping from the famine, all she saw were dead branches and leaves, and the desolate land. Now that she saw the city, she had a real sense of being there.
This will soon become the starting point for her to establish a foothold in this world.
I am full of gratitude and full of fighting spirit.
"Sister! What a big city! It's so spectacular." Fu An looked up at the city in the distance. He had lived in the countryside since he was born. He had only seen farmland and mud houses, and had never even been out of a village.
Seeing such a tall city now, it's like a countryman entering the city, everything is fresh.
The Chang family was also very happy, and the children were chirping and exclaiming.
"Fengcheng is really majestic." Chang Zhong's family also lives in the county seat, but the city in their hometown is really insignificant compared to the one in front of them. No wonder the general guarded it for a day and was breached by the enemy.
I hope that their family can enter Fengcheng. With such a tall and strong city wall guarding them, why should they be afraid of Da Zijun?
The closer we got to the city wall, the more people there were. The crowds were so dense that we couldn't even walk along the road.
"Don't push forward. The gates of Fengcheng are closed and no refugees will be allowed in." Someone from the front shouted, informing the people behind him of the news.
Many people stopped when they heard the news and started asking around.
Fu Manman and a group of others left the crowded crowd and found a place with few people to inquire about the situation.
"The refugees in front have been stationed under the city wall for seven or eight days. They are dead one after another. The city lord of the city just won't open the city gate. This is forcing us common people to die." An old man was sitting there.
The people on the ground were crying and crying, helpless and sad.
"Can the city lord tell us when he will let us into the city?" Chang Zhong asked.
At this time, a tall, thin young man wearing a Confucian robe and a silk scarf said: "There is no official document coming out, I don't know when, but..." The young man's eyes dimmed as he spoke.