The people who pulled the stones were ragged and covered with blood blisters on their hands and feet.

It seems that he hasn't had enough food, Yang Mo's face darkened.

This is somewhat different from what I imagined to be labor-for-relief.

He thought of Li Xiuning's concerns, turned over and got off the horse, and walked to the side of a refugee in his forties.

The refugee was submissive and saw him approaching, subconsciously hid back.

It’s a pity that there is a man behind and a stone next to it, so there is no way to hide.

"Old man, are you willing?"

Yang Mo tried his best to maintain a kind attitude. The refugee looked around and the nervous look on his face slowly disappeared. He just nodded and nodded.

"Young Master Yang, we are all voluntarily, without any coercion."

A manager next to him quickly stepped forward with a flattering look on his face.

"My elder brother didn't ask you what you said."

The king camp next to him had another whip, but unfortunately he didn't get it, so he was free.

But he was so scared that he trembled and begged for mercy.

"Old man, don't be afraid."

The refugee was also startled, his head shrank and his face became more and more nervous, and the cold weather was sweating.

"How many stones do you pull every day?"

Yang Mo tried to keep a smile and signaled him to relax.

Maybe he realized that Yang Mo was not a bad person, or he felt that he looked familiar, as if he had bought all the refugees in the tooth shop.

Yang Mo's behavior is of great significance to the refugees in Taiyuan City.

No one bought everyone just because he didn't give him money and thought that it was bullying.

In this world, if you can give a bite of food, it is a great kindness.

So the incident happened not for a long time, but it spread throughout the Taiyuan refugee circle.

"How much, no, I don't know, I haven't calculated it."

The old man stuttered, but he still spoke and answered.

“How many times will it take?”

Yang Mo asked again.

"I don't count, I just pulled from dawn to dark."

The old man quietly looked at the manager next to him, fearing that his words would be a taboo.

But it doesn't work if you don't answer. Wang Ying's fierce and vicious attitude is very intimidating.

In the eyes of these refugees, people like Wangying have the power to live and kill.

"Have they ever hit you?"

Yang Mo glanced at the manager, and the manager was like a ray of light on his back. With a swish, cold sweat appeared all over his body.

He looked at the old man with great nervousness, fearing that he nodded and said something to beat him.

He could imagine that if this old man slandered him, Wang Ying could kill him in the street.

The eldest son of the Wang family has a bad reputation in Taiyuan. It is rumored that he likes to kill people.

The old man shook his head slightly, letting go of the manager's heart, risking being beaten, and took the initiative to step forward and said, "Young Master, this whip is just a style, and it's to scare people in your hand."

I looked at Wang Ying three times in one sentence, and hesitated in my heart that if Wang Ying beat him, would he hide or not?

After all, I am now within the attack range of the whip.

If you hide, you will be hated by this eldest son of the Wang family.

If you don’t hide, the whip will be whipped off, and there will definitely be a second and third whip.

Yang Mo was very surprised that these guys who looked like bad slaves did not bully others with their power.

His eyes looked at the refugees around him, and the others nodded.

Testifying for the old man, these people did not hit them.

"How much does it cost for you to take a day?"

Yang Mo continued to ask.

"Five copper plates."

The old man stretched out his hand and showed a rare smile of relief on his face: "I still care about the food."

"Five copper plates?"

Yang Mo was stunned, so low.

I have more than one pair of straw sandals.

But looking at the old man's expression, I seemed very satisfied.

"Young Master Yang, these five copper plates were not decided by us."

The manager saw that the old man did not give him eye drops, so he also took the courage to explain.

He has been a slave for many years and knows that he will not speak at this time, which means he will hand over his life to the old man.

If that sentence is wrong, you will suffer.

Once he follows, the old man dares not talk nonsense.

"Conserve the meal..."

Yang Mo's gaze went from the beginning of the crowd to the end of the crowd.

If these refugees are tied with shackles on their ankles and iron chains on their hands, they are no different from slaves.

"Which yamen are you from?"

Yang Mo turned to look at the trembling old man and asked.

"Young Master, we are not from the yamen, we are servants of Mr. Zhang's family."

The butler dared not let the words fall, so he quickly bowed and answered.

"Zhang Family?"

Yang Mo was stunned for a moment, really couldn't remember which Master Zhang in Taiyuan City.

Wang Ying, who was sitting on the side of the horse, spoke in a very bad tone: "But Zhang Huaimin's old boy's dog?"

There was no respect for these people in his words.

The manager was not angry because of his tone, and even felt a sense of relief.

If the young master of the Wang family can talk to him, it means he doesn’t have to be whipped.

"That's right, that's right."

He didn't dare to say it was Mr. Zhang, otherwise Wang Ying would have whipped himself again after hearing this and cursed: "What kind of dog is Zhang Huaimin? He dares to call himself master in front of me."

After going back, my master knew about this and probably had to beat him up again.

Sure enough, Wang Ying nodded repeatedly after hearing this and said to Yang Mo: "Brother, what kind of bullshit Zhang Huaimin is, he is also considered the number one person in Taiyuan City."

Juren?

In Taiyuan City, it is not as simple as the No. 1 person.

This is a character who can talk to the Duke's Mansion.

"Why did you ask your Zhang family to do this government office?"

Yang Mo immediately realized something was wrong.

The manager is a little strange. If we don’t let the Zhang family do such a thing, can we still ask the men from the government office to come?

Besides, there are not so many servants in the government office.

But he never dared to say such words, but he didn't know how to explain them for a while.

He could only bite the bullet and said, "If you say goodbye, the villain doesn't know."

Yang Mo looked at him coldly and didn't say anything, don't you know?

It's fooling around.

Wang Ying had a close relationship with him. Seeing that he had a cold face, he whipped him hard and hit the manager's back.

"Ouch!"

The manager caught off guard and called out.

But after shouting, he immediately covered his mouth. Sure enough, Wang Ying whipped the second whip again: "Damn, do you still dare to scream? I didn't use any force?"
To be continued...