Chapter 268: Three Luck Strange Men and Miscellaneous Talks about Miraculous Powers (First Update)
Yang Yu never expected that he would see Li Eryi again in Deyang Mansion.
"You're a storyteller, why are you going to Deyang Mansion? To provide disaster relief?"
Yang Yu's teeth were a little sour.
In these days, there are only hungry people fleeing famine, how can there be warriors who resist?
"Wow wow wow..."
There was no response. Li Eryi cried so hard that he almost died. Before Yang Yu could ask again, he fainted.
But it was too tight, and now it relaxes, and it can no longer be stretched.
"Who is this?"
Miaofa Laodao looked over.
"my friend."
Carefully picking up Li Eryi, Yang Yu frowned. He was really skinny. A person who is six or seven feet tall probably only weighs six or seventy pounds.
"Your friend?"
Several veteran Taoists were also a little startled. With this person’s status, would he know anyone who was hungry?
"Um."
Yang Yu frowned and looked at Li Eryi who had fainted.
This old boy is extremely unlucky.
From Heishan City to Mulin Mansion, and then to Deyang Mansion, it was a disaster, and this luck was a bit unbelievable.
【Li Eryi】
[No fixed place to live (white), weak Qi and blood (grey), destined to be Tai Sui (dark green), bad luck star shining high (dark green), evil star (dark green), dying in good health (light green)]
'Good guy!'
After taking a look at Li Eryi's fate, Yang Yu couldn't help but twitch his eyelids.
There are six horoscopes, of which four are green or above. This is extremely rare and may not be found among thousands of people.
Moreover, three of them are related to ‘luck’, which is even more rare.
Fortunes related to luck have always been rare. The last one that seemed to be related to it was Wu Changbai's "noble support", which was considered good luck.
And Li Eryi.
The bad star shines high, the fate is against Tai Sui, and the evil star is a perfect match for dying in a long life.
It perfectly explains what it means for a person to be unlucky all his life...
Involuntarily, Yang Yu felt a deep malice. As a fellow human being, Wu Changbai was supported by noble people, and he was able to enjoy the position of a great minister, and even be granted a title to the land.
This little old man will be alone and unlucky for the rest of his life...
"grown ups?"
Seeing Yang Yufa startled, Miaofa said cautiously:
"Yu... he must have a lot of eyes and ears. I'm afraid it won't be appropriate if we enter the city together..."
"What's wrong? I just want him to know!"
Yang Yu glanced at him, turned around and walked towards the city.
It seems that Li Eryi is not only deficient in energy and blood, he also seems to be infected with wind and cold, and needs to be put in bed this morning, even though his fate says that he will die of old age.
But God knows how long he lived?
"well."
Miaofa sighed. Although he knew he would be rejected, he still couldn't help but go up and give it a try. Now that he was rejected, he had no choice but to grit his teeth and follow.
Old Taoist Miaoyun, Yunque and others finished scattering the dry food on their bodies and followed them.
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In a daze, Li Eryi had a dream
In his dream, he went back to the day he left Mulin Mansion and saw the caravan that gave him endless nightmares.
He remembered this day very vividly.
It was because he set off with the caravan. Along the way, he encountered violent storms, stayed overnight in the mountains, was robbed by bandits, besieged by refugees, encountered wolves, and ended up living in the wilderness...
"No, don't go up!"
Li Eryi woke up suddenly, shaking like chaff, with cold sweat streaming from his head and body.
He yelled and waved his arms wildly, until he saw Yang Yu coming in with a food box, and then he fell back on the bed as if he was being pardoned, his chest heaving violently, laughing and crying.
"Tell me, if you don't wait for me in Mulin Mansion, why are you going to Deyang Mansion?"
Yang Yu put down the food box and shook his head slightly:
"There is a lack of water in the city, so we can't wash up for the time being. Please give it a good scrubbing, change your clothes, and eat some food..."
call!
Before he finished speaking, Li Eryi rushed over and opened the food box, seeing that he was gobbling up the porridge, rice and steamed buns inside.
His eyes were red and he looked like a hungry wolf. He was crying while eating and shouting vaguely:
"Meat, meat..."
"With your current body, what kind of meat can you eat?"
Yang Prison handed over a glass of water angrily:
"Why, there's not enough food in the porridge shed? At this time, who dares to be short of food?"
Li Eryi ignored him, swept away the food box like a whirlwind, drank several bowls of water, and then lay down on the bed again, rolling back and forth with the quilt in his arms.
After a while, I regained some energy and reluctantly answered:
"After Mr. Xu came, I felt quite full, but the porridge and rice had no oil and water, so they didn't resist hunger. Not long after eating, I became hungry again."
Li Eryi stuttered a little, as if he hadn't spoken to anyone for a long time. As he spoke, he complained again:
In the past few months, those beasts in Deyang Prefecture only cooked clear soup twice a day with little water. It was God’s blessing that I didn’t starve to death!"
As he said this, Li Eryi started howling again. Thinking of the past half year, he couldn't help but feel panicked and uncomfortable. Yang Yu tried to persuade him but almost failed to stop him.
But from his intermittent cries, Yang Yu could also see how miserable the hungry people in Deyang Mansion were.
Li Eryi traveled all over the country, so he naturally knew how to hide his skills. Although gold and silver depreciated greatly, they still had some value after all, and they could also exchange for some food from some people.
Other hungry people were not so lucky.
"It's miserable, it's miserable, it's miserable."
Li Er's face was pale, his eyes were sunken, and his body was shaking. He gritted his teeth and talked about the tragic situation of Deyang Mansion:
"...Killing, dead people, cannibalism, hell, it's all just... like this. If not, if I didn't know some martial arts, I'm afraid, I'd be killed and eaten by someone long ago..."
After eating, getting drunk, and having a bed, Li Eryi's spirit gradually stabilized, but he didn't want to go out and huddled up in the quilt.
Yang Yu couldn't persuade him, so he had to give up, feeling a little depressed in his heart.
For more than half a year, a storyteller who traveled all over the world and relied on his words to show his face was forced to stutter like a man who dared not meet people.
After closing the door and asking the waiter to take care of it, Yang Yu got up and came to the building.
The place where he was at this time was called 'Chunfeng Tower', named after Chunfeng Deyi. It was the largest restaurant in Deyang Mansion. It occupied a large area with nine floors and could accommodate thousands of tables of drinkers.
Before the severe drought, almost every day was full. During the great disaster, it was also affected. However, the reason why there are so few people these days is not because of the severe drought.
It was Xu Wenji’s bloody purge.
When Xu Wenji entered the city, he beheaded the master of Deyang Palace. After entering the city, he directly took more than a thousand officials and officials to Caishikou and beheaded them.
Later, there was collusion between officials and businessmen, local gangsters, scoundrels, murderers, robbers, and thieves...
In more than half a month, no less than 5,000 people were killed!
Some people clapped their hands and applauded, while others were shocked.
With Yang Yu's keen senses, he could even smell the faint smell of blood in the air at this time. Even at this time, Caishikou was still decapitating people.
This is a warning and a comfort.
After a major disaster, there will be chaos. If we don't appease them in advance, there will be more chaos later, and some people really deserve to be killed.
You must know that Deyang Mansion was once the most prosperous place in Qingzhou. It was irrigated by thousands of rivers and the food production was extremely high. The reason why many people became refugees was not because of natural disasters, but because of man-made disasters.
Throughout the dynasties, every year of great disaster was a carnival of officials and gentry. Due to the legal system of the Ming Dynasty, the restriction that no official or businessman could forcibly buy other people's land would be loosened in years of great disaster.
Because they did not need to buy by force, countless people sold their fields, children, and even themselves to them at prices far lower than usual.
And what they paid may only be a few bags of rice and noodles, or it may be less.
After all, there are many people who sell themselves into slavery in order to survive in these days...
"Yang Qianhu."
There was a voice. The person wearing Feiyu suit sat down without invitation and introduced himself:
Yang Yu nodded, saying that this job agent was still above him.
However, this position is more like a civilian position. The training of commanding military aircraft and the newly promoted Jin Yiwei rarely leaves Qingzhou City.
"Ten days ago, when I received the message from Deputy Commander Qi, I still didn't believe it. But when I saw it today, it was really extraordinary."
Qiu Zhanyu stared at the young man in front of him, unable to conceal his amazement.
In the past few months, no one in the entire Qingzhou has a more famous name than the one in front of me.
Yang Prison had heard too many compliments, and his heart was already calm at this time. He responded casually and asked:
"Where is Mr. Xu?"
"Appease the people and provide relief to the victims."
Qiu Zhanyu pointed out the window:
"Master Yang, do you know what was the most common business on the streets of the city before we entered the city?"
"It's human!"
Without waiting for Yang Yu to speak, he answered:
"Selling sons and daughters, some, a bushel of rice, twenty-eight girls can choose at will, no matter what you do with it, no one will care..."
"Deserves to be killed!"
Yang Yu's eyes darkened.
"The boss also thinks so. In the past half month, all the officials in the city have been killed. However, officials are easy to kill, but those who call themselves 'common people' at this time cannot kill them indiscriminately."
After Qiu Zhanyu answered, he took out a token and explained his purpose:
"I'm here to get the 'golden bean' back for the boss."
Yang Yu glanced at the token with the word "Xu" engraved on it, nodded, flipped his hand, and took out the golden bean that defeated Fang Qidao from the mustard seed space.
This bean is not a food material, neither gold nor iron. After using it once, it loses any magical properties. However, because Xu Wenji had an explanation, he naturally kept it.
According to his guess, the beans must be extremely expensive to make and can be reused in some way.
"Exactly this."
Qiu Zhanyu breathed a sigh of relief and tried to take it, but Yang Yu closed his palms.
"not busy."
Yang Yu played with the golden bean and asked:
"How much does Mr. Qiu know about this thing?"
"The boss knows things well."
Qiu Zhanyu was not angry when he caught nothing. He smiled and took out a thin book from his arms, took away the golden beans, and turned around to leave.
"Another miscellany."
Yang Yu grabbed the booklet and couldn't help but his eyes lit up.