Song Wenqian glanced at Wang Chaoming and felt unhappy. He used to think that this guy was a figure. He was an out-and-out farmer who could lead a village of young and old to make a living and protect a whole village of people.

Now it seems that he is also cunning and cunning. Also, how can he protect so many people if he is not cunning and cunning?

What this means is that they listened to Qingyun's words and brought a village of young people to the village. Qingyun is partly responsible for the result of being caught.

If they don't admit responsibility, they will at least arouse Qingyun's guilt. Is there any Qingyun who can help them by the way?

Song Wenqian glanced at the heartless Qingyun, and Wang Chaoming's calculations failed.

Qingyun really didn't feel guilty, she just felt guilty. She only said that her group was coming to the village, but she didn't invite Wang Chaodong and the others to come. They wanted to come on their own.

You are responsible for the consequences of your decisions.

Fortunately, Wang Chaoming didn't explicitly blame Qingyun. With Qingyun's temper, if Wang Chaoming dared to blame her, she would definitely have to deal with him ruthlessly.

Without Wang Chaoming in charge, this team would sooner or later be swallowed up by others.

Qingyun: "..."

She really couldn't do anything to persuade him, so she could only pat him on the shoulder comfortingly.

The ship is already finished, and there is no use in talking more.

Wang Chaoming wiped his face and continued: "Don't talk about us anymore, what about you? Why were you arrested?"

Although there are only six or seven people in Qingyun's group, they all have real abilities.

Mr. Song is very knowledgeable. From his observation along the way, it seemed that there was nothing he didn’t know. Old Man Li farmed like him, but he was not only good at farming, he also had very good skills.

Look at the bamboo mats on their backs and the straw mats they sleep on, none of them were made by his hands. Maybe some people would say, how many people in the countryside don't know how to do crafts?

Yes, country people are good at crafts. But look at the people fleeing the famine, how many of them can think of finding such soft straw mats?

None.

From this detail, we can see that Old Man Li is not a simple person. Aunt Li is a good cook, and any wild vegetables taste better than others when they come out of her hands.

That little girl is even better, she knows medicine!

What are you most afraid of when fleeing?

Afraid of getting sick!

With someone who understands medicine by your side, your chance of survival is several times higher than others.

The most capable player in the team is Tian Duoliang. I heard that he used to be a gangster and it was not a problem for him to fight five or six of them. Now the prodigal son has turned around and he is dedicated to protecting their team.

The most incomprehensible person is Qingyun, a young master from a wealthy family. At first glance, he seems to be a frail scholar. I heard that he can't even read three characters of the classics, and he was taught by Mr. Song, which shows his image as a scholar.

He is deceptive and occasionally reveals his playboy nature.

How could such a dandy and weak scholar be able to suppress that rogue Tian Duoliang?

When I arrived at Xiangwu last night, I didn't see Qingyun and the others. I thought they didn't come to the village to go to Longqing. Many people in the village complained about them.

He really felt strange that Qingyun and his group were arrested. Logically speaking, it shouldn't be.

"As long as I come to the cottage, the result will be the same as you, in fact, it will be worse than you. You were caught in the cottage after all. We were caught by them on the way. We were driven here like chickens and ducks, and we suffered a lot of braids. My back

It still hurts now.”

Speaking of being braided, Qingyun grinned, as if the injury was aggravated by just mentioning it.

That mother-in-law, after beating her to the age of ten, she can do hundreds of tricks at the hands of the old man and rarely gets beaten, let alone others.

After coming here, I encountered bandits or robbers every three days. I have never been so unlucky in my life.

Kung Fu must be practiced as soon as possible. Just practice to the level of the skills in the previous life. Peerless masters don’t want to think about it. It’s best to practice Qing Kung Fu. Really, it was too dangerous in ancient times. You must have the ability to escape. If you are chased by someone, you can run away.

Gotta drop it!

Qingyun has given up on the Jianghu dream eight hundred years ago.

Hearing that Qingyun and the others suffered even worse conditions than them, Wang Chaoming and the others felt inexplicably relieved. Now that they were in prison like them, they no longer had any complaints.

"You came here earlier than us, did you find out anything about the situation? What are you doing arresting so many people in the village? You can't use so many people for work, right? How much food can you get if you have one steamed bun per person?" Qingyun said.

Wang Chaoming looked at him with difficulty. This young master still said such innocent words until now.

"We are only one day ahead of you. How do we know what we are doing by arresting so many people in the village? I secretly asked the people in the cells next to them, but they didn't know. I heard from them that they were also arrested in the past two days. But the cell at the front

, I heard they said it took half a month to arrest him."

"I've seen that this cell is very big. It can hold about seventy or eighty people in one cell..." Qingyun calculated this and thought that Wang Chaoming and his group only had this number of people. One cell was enough, so why was it divided into two cells?

Qingyun guessed that there must be something they didn't know.

"Did nothing weird happen?" Qingyun asked unwillingly.

Wang Chaoming thought about it carefully and shook his head, really not.

"Does it count to take away a group of people every half month?" Lao Ba suddenly interjected.

Qingyun turned to look at him, "Take away a group of people every half month?"

"Yes, I heard what the brother next door said, and he also heard what his brother next door said. The cell we live in used to have people in it, but later the people were taken away and vacated."

When the cell was empty, he went down the mountain to trick the refugees into coming.

Having said that, what did they do with so many refugees? Where did they take them?

Qingyun thought of something bad and his face turned a little dark. He asked Lao Ba, "What do they feed you? How many meals a day?"

"Brother, you think so well of people, how many meals do you eat a day? One meal a day, one bowl of porridge for each person, really worthy of the word "rare". If there are two or three grains of rice in the bowl, you will be laughing."

Qingyun breathed a sigh of relief when she heard it was rice porridge. Fortunately, it was not what she thought.

"Little brother, have you noticed that the villagers in this village are different from other places?" Wang Chaoming lowered his voice even though he knew that no one outside could hear him.

"After I was arrested, I realized that their sending water to the mountains was just a gimmick, and they deliberately lured us here. It's their bullshit to open up wasteland and build houses!"

Wang Chaoming sighed, people who are greedy will not end well, and they are a bloody example.

Lao Ba nodded and echoed his words, "Lao San is right, it's all bullshit. I've seen it, and the walls of the cottage are stronger than our county. I guess they robbed the rich and made a lot of money, so they were afraid of being beaten by the officers and soldiers.

We came up here and built a city wall like this."

"That makes sense. This copycat may have really made a lot of ill-gotten gains." Qingyun patted Lao Ba on the shoulder with appreciation.

The speaker has no intention, the listener has intention.

Song Wenqian squinted his eyes, wondering what he was thinking about.
Chapter completed!