"Just the three of us?"

"Where are there only three? There are tens of thousands!"

…

Another day passed.

A master and a servant came out of Tianjin city.

The owner is a scholar named Fei Yinghuan, who is about forty years old. He wears a scholar's shirt, has a fair hair and a beautiful beard, holds a folding fan, and hangs a long sword from his waist.

The servant is quite strong, his real name is unknown, and his pseudonym is Wei Jianxiong. He has a big shoulders, a round waist, and a beard. He carries a bookcase on his back and a wrought iron rod across his waist.

The two stepped across the moat and immediately became serious the moment they crossed the bridge.

Fei Yinghuan put away the folding fan, drew out the scribe's sword, and continued to move forward calmly.

Wei Jianxiong picked up the wrought iron rod and glanced at the hungry people around him. Wherever he looked, those with ulterior motives lowered their heads.

After passing through the hungry area, Fei Yinghuan finally sheathed his sword, turned around and looked back at the hungry people all over the place, and sighed with compassion: "In prosperity, the people suffer; in death, the people suffer. Alas, the ancients never deceived me."

Although Wei Jianxiong was a servant, he spoke rudely and reminded: "Master, now is not the time to be merciful. We have exhausted all our expenses and must quickly go to Jinghai County to visit friends and borrow money, otherwise we will have to beg for food and go back to Qianshan. This journey will probably be long.

It’s not peaceful, so be careful in everything.”

"I know, it's really unlucky!" Fei Yinghuan looked helpless.

He originally went to Beijing for an examination, but he not only lost his reputation, but also stayed stranded in Tianjin when he returned to his hometown. He also got seriously ill out of nowhere, and spent all his money on seeking medical treatment. As a result, he now doesn't even have money to hire a ship.

Fei Yinghuan, a member of a well-known family, did not have as much money as Zhao Han.

The two healthy victims stared at their retreating figures and began to whisper:

"Brother, are you going to let them go like this? They must have valuables on them."

"It's important to do something big! Are Brother Zhang, Brother Zhao, and Brother Chen ready?"

"Everything is ready."

"Remember, you are not allowed to call me by your real name from now on, lest the court digs up your ancestral grave someday. My name is Tapotian!"

"You know, I will call you Zhenshan Xiang from now on."

"After the incident, Beizhili cannot stay. We will fight all the way to Shandong. We will first seize Yangliuqing Town so that everyone can have a full meal, and then we will attack Jinghai County. If we can, we will fight. If we can't, we will leave. Beizhili University

There is a drought and there is not much food, so Shandong has more food."

"I heard that Shandong was also hit by a disaster last year."

"Then go to Henan."

"Henan suffered from drought the year before last and floods the year before last. Many victims came to our village to beg for food."

"Shut up, you are talking nonsense, you will go somewhere when the time comes!"

"..."

Two miles away from the south moat, several large vats had been set up. Someone shouted among the hungry people: "You have broken the natural meat, go and eat meat!"

If the famine lasts for many days, what kind of meat can we eat?

The hungry people had already guessed the truth, but they were on the verge of starving to death and didn't care so much. Many hungry people even ate meat secretly in private, but they didn't show it openly.

After half a day, the sharing of broth ends.

Ta Po Tian selected 3,000 young men, and brought hundreds of their families with them, and marched to the south in a mighty manner.

The so-called strong men are just people who can still pick up sticks and fight hard. The remaining hungry people have long been too hungry to walk. They hold all kinds of "weapons" in their hands, which can be used for fighting and robbery at critical times, and can be used as weapons during the march.

crutch.

Without crutches, these people would have difficulty walking.

Zhao Han had already flapped his butterfly wings, and in the first year of Chongzhen's reign in Beizhili, a bandit leader named Ta Potian appeared inexplicably.

(Crying, I was fooled by the Penguin boss, and he actually rewarded me with a Silver Alliance. I’m flattered.)

(In addition, I also saw Ding Boyue and other old friends, and also thanked Feng Sheng Shui Qi, Dao Yuan Fu Tu, Lord of Secrets, Tree Like Such 12 and other friends for their rewards. I will not list all the names, but there are many rewards.
Chapter completed!