It was dawn, and the sun that jumped out dyed the east side purple and then turned into a light red. The mist that floated out of the mountains and forests was like a layer of yarn, entangled with the sunlight, dragging the whole world to a dark and unclear world.

When the mist finally dissipated, the genius was completely bright, but it was still so cold.

"A good man and believer are coming to serve porridge!" With a greeting, Nanhuaguan was like a nest of ants on fire. Countless people seemed to have emerged from the ground, forming a vast crowd and rushing outwards.

Seeing countless people running past, with ferocious faces, like a group of ghosts coming out of the cage. Zeng Baohua, who was squatting there with warm water and gnawing hard cakes, was startled. These people were tortured by the severe hunger and coldness and illness. When they heard that there was food, they suddenly broke out, as if they had burned the last bit of vitality and replaced it with another person.

"So many people? At least there are thousands. I thought last night that there were only hundreds of people, and where did they all emerge?" Yang Chongyi next to him said in confusion while gritting his teeth as he nibbled the cake.

"They are all rats." Dai Chengen said buzzing beside him, "You can't see each other on weekdays, and you will get out of it whenever you have something to do. Are we not like this in the mountains?"

"You donkey shit! Is anyone who says that?" The older Xia Jinzhong looked so angry.

Yan Xiaoyi smiled very happily beside him, as if he was watching a match.

"Brother Hua, how do you do it? How can you get into this city?" Yang Chongyi couldn't help but ask Zeng Baohua for a few laughs.

"It's not easy to deal with. We don't have half a piece of copper in our body except for a few days of dry food." Zeng Baohua swallowed a mouthful of cake and shook his head. "But the good news is that the officers and soldiers recognize money but not people. As long as they have money and no official guide, they can be put in."

"I had known that copper coins were of use, so I would have left a few hundred pieces when I ran away last time." Xia Jinzhong said with regret.

"At that time, dry food and copper coins could only be kept. If you take the copper coins, you would have to throw the dry food. If you starve to death, you would not be able to use the copper coins." Dai Chengen's voice was still so buzzing.

"Why don't we grab a ticket? Do some unsubstantiable business?" Yang Chongyi looked around and whispered.

"Who are you robbing? These refugees or those beggars? These guys are poorer than us, and their lives are only half left." Xia Jinzhong was the first to jump out to object.

"Why go to the official road?"

This time, Xia Jinzhong didn't need to come out to refute, Yan Xiaoyi rolled his eyes and directly retorted: "This place is close to Luoyang. The official roads are either rich or noble, and they all have followers with weapons. The business travelers also travel in groups and hire public servants as guards."

"Yes, we only have sticks. These guys have swords and guns, and some even wear armor and bows, which is difficult to deal with. Once we stalemate, the patrol officers and soldiers can come quickly and send us to the immortals." Xia Jinzhong sighed as if he was a person who had been here.

Zeng Baohua suddenly turned his head and looked at the person next to him.

It was Brother Changmao who had been chatting with them last night. Through the hair she pushed apart, he could see that his face was covered with stains, black paint, as black as his eyes. He listened to his discussion on the matter of incapacity, and he looked surprised without any slight smile at all, and there was a hint of laughter on his lips. It seemed that he was a fellow traveler.

Originally, he saw that he was a troop-like behavior, but he thought he was a defeated general from a town, but he didn't expect that he was a fellow traveler. However, nowadays, the whole army of soldiers and bandits is really hard to tell.

Seeing Zeng Baohua turn around, he nodded calmly. Zeng Baohua also smiled and nodded gently.

"It's been given a porridge! It's finally given a porridge!" someone roared heart-wrenchingly.

The open space outside the view, which had just been quiet for a while, exploded again, and countless people rushed towards a wooden shed. If it weren't for dozens of key servants waving their sticks to drive them away, the wooden shed and the people inside would have been flooded by the crowd.

"Thank you, Sister Yao, I wish you wealth, glory, and longevity!" The person who took the porridge shouted with joy.

Induced by the steaming rice porridge and the "tutoring" of those sticks, thousands of refugees consciously lined up more than a dozen rows of porridge buckets, "in orderly". They staggered, their thin faces were full of expectations, and Nanhuaguan, who had been in a dead night, finally saw two parts of vitality.

Zeng Baohua burped a shallow burp, and the hard cake was watery, which was really a bit scattered. Looking at the long-haired man, he asked Nunui over there, "Don't you go and ask for a bowl of porridge?"

The long-haired man smiled, flipped his hand, took out a piece of flesh from his arms, and started eating.

"Don't worry, this is the hind leg of the wild wolf. It was beaten a few days ago, and only this piece was left. However, this evil wolf has probably eaten humans and its flesh is smelly. It's not enough to cover it. It's enough." The long-haired man said while eating, "Are you all sixteen years old? No elders are there to accompany you even when you come out?"

"When I came down from the mountain, there were twelve people in total, and now there are only five left. My uncles and uncles are all dead." Zeng Baohua looked at the crowd not far away, and his tone was plain as if he had twelve puppies born next door and only five lived.

The plain tone and expression shocked Changmao, and only those who were accustomed to life and death would have this appearance. This young man was only sixteen or seventeen years old. What did he experience?

"Want to enter Luoyang City?" asked the long-haired man.

"Yes."

"You can't get into the city gate without money. The soldiers and soldiers in the world, whether they are in the army or in the imperial guards, are all of them. They recognize money but not people." The long-haired man said sarcastically while biting the wolf's legs.

"Yes, the tax on entering the city is twenty copper coins per person, and five people are one hundred coins. It's really a penny that stumps the heroes."

Zeng Baohua didn't expect that he would be stumped by just one hundred ounces. In the past, he went down the mountain to do business without any money, and he didn't even look at it if he was the same as the usual business.

"Scared, it's up again? Yes, the new emperor ascended the throne, the new dynasty and the new atmosphere, and the tax on entering the city must be renovated."

As we were chatting, there was a mess there. The beggar leader led a dozen strong beggars to stop a group of refugees who were asking for porridge and forcibly poured most of the porridge in the bowl into the wooden barrels in their hands.

Some refugees were dissatisfied and shouted a few words. The beggar leader and several others beat him up and immediately became honest. The refugees around them just watched quietly, and their only reaction was to speed up and drink the porridge in the bowl quickly.

A tall and thin man in his thirties stared at the beggar pouring the porridge out of the bowl. Seeing that he was easy to bully, the beggar who poured the porridge not only poured out all the porridge, but also used his tongue to clean the remaining porridge and wheat grains hanging on the wall of the bowl.

The tall and thin man stood there holding the clean and clean bowl, stunned for a while, and suddenly became furious and pressed the bowl hard on the beggar's face, smashing it to pieces, making his face covered in blood.

Seeing his subordinates rolling on the ground with their faces covered, screaming, the beggar leader yelled and rushed forward and punched and kicked the tall and thin man.

He must fight, otherwise his power will disappear and he will never bully these refugees who are about to be buried.

"That's Mr. Wen, who sang "Yellow Bird" last night." The long-haired man said quietly.

Zeng Baohua looked over and saw Mr. Wen protecting his head with both hands, flexing his legs, clamping his crotch without saying a word. The blood in his eyes was as red as the blood on his face.

Dog - Oh my god, I originally wanted to go into the city and didn't want to cause trouble. You, a pickled bird, do the animal business, I turned a blind eye and waited for the city to do the main business before I could deal with you. I didn't expect that you, the rush to reincarnate, did your mother, and I didn't clamp your crotch tightly for a while, revealing you to harm others. I don't need to clean up!

Zeng Baohua, with a gloomy face, stood up silently, tied his clothes into his belt, and walked over quickly with his eyebrows and stick.

"The thief who got into the mortal world, even the dying refugees have to bully them. The local gangs are too unruly." Xia Jinzhong, who followed behind, cursed, and pulled away the soil stuck to the stick, showing his dark red hair and black color.

Yang Chongyi spat hard on the ground, grabbed the wooden stick under his armpit, took out a strip of cloth from somewhere, and began to wrap his right hand up.

Dai Chengen's wooden stick is the thickest, the size of a baby's arm. He carried it on his shoulders and a honest smile appeared on his face, like a farmer carrying a hoe to the ground.

Yan Xiaoyi looked gloomy, pulled out the short knife from his waist, licked the blade with his tongue, as if he was enjoying the appetizer before a big meal. He turned his head suddenly and saw the long-haired man staring at them, he smiled coldly, inserted the knife back, and dragged the wooden stick forward.
Chapter completed!