It was the official envoys of Qiancheng Kingdom who captured these beggars and took them to the shantang.
But the old beggar said that it was all Xuan Guo's fault.
With the Xuan people gone, they can leave the shantang.
There may be some truth to this.
If the Xuan Kingdom falls, they will have food to eat.
This sentence is obviously illogical.
Yang Wu asked the old beggar: "We are starving in Qiancheng Kingdom. What does it have to do with Xuan Kingdom?"
The old beggar said with a mysterious face: "You don't know this? Xuan Guo is bad, they are the worst. They won't let Yu Xianguo sell grain to us. Yu Xianguo has a lot of grain. With Yu Xianguo's grain, we can all have enough to eat.
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Who didn’t let Yu Xianguo sell grain? Who said this?
The old beggar hadn't eaten for two days. He couldn't even sit still, so he scolded Xuan Guo with great strength.
Not only the old beggar, but the young puppet artist was also scolding: "We and I have been traveling all over the country over the past few years, and it's hard to do business anywhere. It's all the fault of Xuan Guo."
Yang Wu was surprised and said: "The puppet show business is not doing well. Is it also Xuan Guo's fault?"
"Xuan Guo made us starve and we didn't have enough to eat. How could we still have money to watch the puppet show?"
Another old woman shouted: "Xuanguo is bad, they are the worst. If it weren't for them, Tunu would not ask for so much food from us every year."
Yang Wu stretched his neck and said, "Tunu wants food, what does it have to do with Xuan?"
"Because Xuanguo seized Tunu's land, Tunu had no food to eat, so he asked us for food!"
Yang Wudao: "In the final analysis, isn't Tunu bullying you?"
The old woman sighed: "This is the wisdom among the superior states. How can it be explained clearly in a few words? Putting aside the truth, isn't this Xuanguo's fault?"
Yang Wu walked around the charity hall and found that Qiancheng people were empty-bellied, but they analyzed the world's major events very clearly.
I roughly counted the number of beggars and found that there were more than three hundred.
Yang Wu concluded that half of these people would not survive tonight.
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In the east courtyard of Yuyao Palace, Brother Xing arrived at the stables and picked up materials to feed Xu Zhiqiong's horse.
The groom said from the side: "You don't need to do this. Just follow the Marquis and write."
"Master Hou is not here, so I came over to help you."
The two seemed to be chatting casually. The groom took the opportunity to clean up fodder and asked in a low voice: "Where has he gone?"
Brother Xing whispered: "He said he wanted to take a nap, entered the back room, and in the blink of an eye no one was there."
"We'll see if he comes back tonight and tell me tomorrow morning."
"I won't come tomorrow morning. I'll always go to the stables for fear of arousing suspicion."
"This is the master's order. You must see me at least twice a day."
Someone passed by the stable door, but Brother Xing did not dare to speak.
A sergeant passed by the stable, just passing by.
When the sergeant walked away, Brother Xing patted the dust on his hands and said, "It's time for me to go back."
"Remember, twice a day, if you don't look for me, I will look for you!" The groom's voice was low, but his expression was very ferocious.
Brother Xing returned to the yard tremblingly and saw Xu Zhiqiong waving to him.
Brother Xing hurried forward: "Master Hou, what are your orders?"
Xu Zhiqiong said: "I asked the kitchen to prepare more than two hundred kilograms of rice. You can help me put it into bags."
Rice in a bag?
Brother Xing scratched his head: "Put it in a bag, but what are you doing?"
"It will taste better after you put it in it."
Xu Zhiqiong called the senior sister, and the three of them put the rice into four cloth bags, each bag containing more than fifty kilograms.
Xu Zhiqiong carried one bag, Brother Xing carried one bag, and Yu Chilan carried two bags. The three of them used a magic circle to reach the west of the city.
Along the alley, the three of them ran hundreds of feet with their bags on their backs and arrived outside a compound.
The courtyard wall was very high. Xu Zhiqiong said to Brother Xing, "Can you climb over it?"
Brother Xing shook his head.
In fact, he could get over it, but he was afraid of letting his cultivation level slip in front of Xu Zhiqiong.
Xu Zhiqiong used a secret ladder technique, and drew a few strokes on the wall, injecting the power of yin and yang and imagery. The originally flat wall had a few bumps, which could be used as pedals or grips.
hand.
Brother Xing used these bumps to climb up the wall, followed closely by Xu Zhiqiong and Yuchilan carrying their pockets.
Inside the courtyard wall, there are people everywhere.
Brother Xing knew who that person was without looking carefully.
He was familiar with this smell, the smell of beggar.
In Wang'anjing, many beggars gather in a flower house to spend the winter every year.
When most of the beggars can't stand it anymore, when there are almost as many corpses as living people in the house, this is the smell in the beggars' room.
This compound is exactly the charity hall.
Under the courtyard wall, there are more than 300 beggars waiting to die.
Xu Zhiqiong said to Brother Xing and Yuchi Lan: "Let's go down now and divide the two bags of rice so that every living beggar can eat the rice without disturbing the officials outside."
Yuchi Landao: "I will give them points, and I will ask them not to make trouble or rob!"
The senior sister was about to go down with rice on her back, but Brother Xing stepped forward and stopped her.
These are beggars who are about to starve to death. People who are about to starve to death cannot understand human speech.
As long as Yuchi Lan takes out a grain of rice, no matter what she says, even if she pulls out the knife, the people below will all be in a mess.
Brother Xing carried a bag of rice and a rice bowl and quietly jumped into the yard.
He walked up to an old man, gently pushed the old man awake, scooped out a bowl of rice from his rice bowl, and silently placed it in the old man's hand.
The old man was surprised when he saw the rice.
Brother Xing waved his hand to signal him to be silent.
The old man said nothing, and he was afraid of grabbing it, so he quickly stuffed the rice into his mouth.
Brother Xing took another handful of rice and stuffed it into the hands of the puppet artist.
The puppeteer took the rice but was reluctant to eat it and wanted to give it to his wife.
Brother Xing quickly stuffed a handful into his wife.
Don't push, don't give, don't toss, don't let others see, just eat quickly.
Brother Xing walked over to another person and stuffed a handful of rice, and then each person stuffed it in one by one. He stuffed it quickly, and the beggar was also in a hurry to eat. No one really had time to grab it.
Yuchi Land said: "I have learned it, and I will go down and share the rice."
Xu Zhiqiong said: "This is not easy to learn, let Brother Xing do it."
Brother Xing moved quickly enough, and everyone remembers it accurately. The two bags of rice were divided in the blink of an eye, and every living beggar got a bite to eat.
But he moved too fast.
This time, even Yuchilan noticed something was wrong: "Brother Xing, you are so good at this. Did you learn the way of killing yourself? Or do you have other cultivation skills?"
Brother Xing lowered his head and glanced at Xu Zhiqiong secretly.
Xu Zhiqiong didn't seem to hear it and waved towards the wall.
Niu Yuxian understood, took the lantern man, put down the yamen guarding the door, and opened the door of the charity hall.
Xu Zhiqiong told Brother Xing: "Take them away and follow me. Don't cause any trouble."
As soon as the door opened, the beggar wanted to rush out, but when he saw the lantern man at the door, he was too frightened to move.
Brother Xing stepped forward, grabbed the beggars and led them outside one by one.
Beggars are afraid of official officials, and they are even more afraid of official officials wearing strange clothes.
But they believed Brother Xing because Brother Xing gave them something to eat.
"Go, walk slowly, don't say anything to anyone, just follow me!"
Brother Xing repeated these words over and over again and quietly brought the beggar out of the yard.
Looking at his dirty hands, his clothes soaked with sweat, and his face covered in mud and snot, Xu Zhiqiong smiled.
He walked at the front and ran out of the alley with the beggars.
After eating rice, the beggars had some strength and ran out two streets after Xu Zhiqiong. Several elderly people fell behind. Niu Yuxian got a car and pulled them forward with a few young beggars.
When he reached the third street, Xu Zhiqiong suddenly stopped and signaled everyone to be quiet.
A group of night patrol officers came from the front.
Xu Zhiqiong gathered the beggars in the alley, and he and Tong Qingqiu used blinding techniques to create illusion formations at both ends of the alley.
The beggars huddled in the alley, not daring to breathe.
The night watch officers held lanterns and slowly passed by the entrance of the alley. There were more than a dozen of them. Some of them occasionally glanced into the alley, but saw nothing.
The puppeteer's wife was so frightened that she cried, and the puppeteer blocked her mouth.
Seeing the officer walking over, Brother Xing let out a sigh of relief.
The beggars also breathed a sigh of relief.
Xu Zhiqiong took the beggar and ran towards the city wall. Now the question came, how did they get out of the city?
If they don't leave the city, these people won't survive tonight and will be arrested as beggars.
But if you want to go out of the city, the city gate will be closed long ago and will not be opened until daybreak.
Moreover, it was useless to open the door, and the sergeant guarding the door could not let these beggars out.
Xu Zhiqiong had already prepared. He brought out a clay vat and started grinding ink for Brother Tong.
This ink cannot be ground in advance, it must be mixed with yin and yang and ground right now.
Tong Qingqiu picked up a writing brush that was as tall as a person, dipped it in the jar with ink, turned around and said to Xu Zhiqiong: "This city wall is too thick, and I am not good at this technique, and I don't know if I am good at it or not."
Xu Zhiqiong smiled and said: "Brother, just relax and draw, I trust you!"
Tong Qingqiu jumped up and drew a gate on the city wall with a stroke of his pen.
The ink seeped into the masonry, and the masonry trapped by the ink began to twist and deform.
After more than a hundred breaths of time, the twisted masonry became pitch black, and bursts of swift cold wind blew from the masonry.
Tong Qingqiu said to Xu Zhiqiong: "I can hold up a cup of tea and tell them to leave quickly!"
Xu Zhiqiong greeted: "Hurry up!"
No one dares to leave.
Qiancheng people do not believe in strange powers and chaos, but Tong Qingqiu has drawn a door on the wall. It is a dark hole. Who dares to go in?
Xu Zhiqiong called out several times, but there was no response.
Brother Xing took the lead and grabbed a little beggar who was about the same age as him and walked into the city gate.
They need a leader.
After sending the little beggar outside the city, Brother Xing ran back and sent the old man away...
After going back and forth for several times, the beggars dared to leave and followed Brother Xing to the outside of the city.
The sergeants on patrol at the top of the city did not notice this part of the city wall, and more than 300 beggars followed Xu Zhiqiong into the wilderness.
When he stopped, Xu Zhiqiong wiped his sweat and smiled at the beggars.
"Hey Hey!"
The beggar didn't understand why and smiled at Xu Zhiqiong.
"Hey Hey!"
Xu Zhiqiong took out the money bag, handed it to Brother Xing, and gave each beggar a handful of money.
There were still two bags of rice left, so Brother Xing gave everyone another bowl.
The beggars were holding rice in their hands and devouring it, but the puppeteer noticed that Xu Zhiqiong and others were slowly disappearing into the night.
The puppeteer caught up and said, "My benefactor, please stay."
A group of beggars followed, but they didn't dare to get too close.
The puppet artist looked at Xu Zhiqiong and did not dare to come forward to talk. He looked down at Brother Xing and said, "My benefactor, can you leave a name? Whether it is true or not, it is just a thought after all. This life was given by my benefactor, and it must be given."
I kowtow to my benefactor and say thank you!"
Xu Zhiqiong whispered a few words to Brother Xing.
Brother Xing puffed out his chest and repeated Xu Zhiqiong’s words:
"We are Xuan people! Xuan people don't kowtow to others, and we don't need others to kowtow!"
The puppeteer was dumbfounded and the beggars were stunned.
Xu Zhiqiong left quietly with everyone.
Back in the city, Tong Qingqiu said to Xu Zhiqiong: "I'm afraid there is more than one such charity. Let's do it again before dawn."
Xu Zhiqiong frowned and said: "Brother, what you said is wrong. What do you mean by doing another job before dawn? Why don't you stop doing it when it's dawn?"
Tong Qingqiu smiled and said: "That divine Lord Qiancheng will hate you to death!"
Xu Zhiqiong also laughed: "Who gave him the courage to come to me!"