Fast Transmigration: Raiders of that coquettish boss

Chapter 251 Who Is The Great Hero (61)

After hearing his words, several refugees immediately turned their attention to the carriage.

What was there was their rations. They had just peeked at it just now. There were hundreds of catties of grain in it, enough for them to last for a few days.

As long as they arrive in Fucheng, the men can find work and don't have to worry about being hungry anymore.

In their eyes, nothing is more important than food.

If you have never tasted starvation, it will never be a terrible feeling.

Two days ago, when they passed a place, dozens of people starved to death. That place was worse than their hometown. It had experienced a severe drought and there was no grass root.

There have even been scenes of changing children and eating them.

After the voice of the refugee leader fell, several refugees went to help.

The scholar beside Mingyu spoke again at this moment.

"Are you all going to Fucheng?"

"good."

The old woman stepped forward tremblingly, with gray hair and dry mouth: "Fucheng is prosperous and safe, and it is close to Yuncheng. General Zhou and the others will protect us. Before the war is over, we plan to settle down in Fucheng."

"Then why did the elder brother say that it will take several days to get to Fucheng, and there are still hundreds of roads?"

"Going along the main road, there are indeed hundreds of miles to go."

A refugee who seemed to be literate took out a map, walked up to the scholar, and pointed it out to him.

The scholar frowned, and then took out a map from his pocket.

"Why don't you go this way, it's only a hundred miles away from here, and the time and food you save can win you more opportunities."

"what!"

The literate refugee was startled for a moment, then snatched the map from the scholar's hand, picked it up and looked at it carefully for a long time before he let out a cheer.

Without thinking about it, he picked up the map and ran in the direction of the refugee leader.

"Brother Shuanzi, brother Shuanzi, good news, good news, look!"
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Finally said goodbye to these refugees.

Mingyu went on the road with the scholar.

Turning around a forest, Mingyu looked at the scholar and coachman with calm and calm faces, and finally couldn't help asking out the doubts in her heart.

"Why do you give all the food to those refugees? What do you eat yourself?"

The scholar paused slightly, then turned his head to look at her: "Zhuifeng is dead."

"what?"

Mingyu didn't understand what he meant.

The scholar smiled, and a trace of pity flashed across his fair and delicate cheeks: "Zhuifeng is dead, and Xiaosheng and Chen Jiang can't take those things away, so why not give them to them together."

"Is Chasing the Wind that horse?"

Only then did Mingyu realize that the chasing wind she was talking about was the horse that was killed inadvertently.

"Yes."

With his hands behind his back, the scholar raised his head and looked at the sky in the gap between the trees.

"Zuifeng is a coming-of-age gift from Xiaosheng's father, and he has been following Xiaosheng for ten years."

ten years! ! ! ! !

Mingyu was startled, how many decades can there be in one's life?
Those people, those people, are just too much!

"You must be very sad, right?"

Mingyu suddenly didn't know how to comfort him.

Hearing this, the scholar smiled faintly: "Zhuifeng is already old. Xiaosheng originally thought that he would live a prosperous life after finishing this job. It seems that his life is not very good."

As he spoke, he turned his head and looked at the driver beside him: "What do you mean, Chen Jiang?"

Hearing this, the coachman gritted his teeth and said, "Master, those troublemakers, they killed Zhuifeng, why do you still treat them so well? They, how can they compare to Zhuifeng?!"

(End of this chapter)