The charming legitimate daughter is reborn, addicted to the abstinent prince's pampering

Everyone was dressed in ragged clothes, and the exposed skin was covered with frostbite. Some were pus-filled and black, and some cracks were leaking pus. The blood had condensed into ice, which continued to corrode their dilapidated bodies.

The men were holding kitchen knives, hoes and other utensils. Their hands were shaking so badly that they didn't know whether they were cold or hungry. Their eyes, which were trying to be calm, could not hide their fear, like a frightened bird.

The old, weak, women and children were protected behind them, their faces numb and lifeless.

The new wind was strong, whistling in the forest like everyone wailing together.

People all over the mountains and plains were densely packed, with as many as a thousand people, surrounding Zhao Bingcheng's convoy.

When their eyes fell on the cart full of cloth, ducks, geese and other items, their dull eyes glowed with eager green light.

What did they see?

Cloth that can keep you warm and food that can satisfy your hunger are the basis for survival in this world.

The sounds of "gurgling" were heard one after another, and the footsteps of these people approached uncontrollably, looking like they were hungry and wanted to eat people.

Li Ye and Zifeng unsheathed their swords and were about to fight each other. The next second, Zhao Bingcheng grabbed his wrist to stop them.

The two looked at him and saw Zhao Bingcheng shaking his head.

"No, they are Helian people."

Li Ye frowned, expressing disapproval.

"But now they are more like ruthless bandits who want to rob the things in our car. You should know the importance of these things."

"I know! So we can't fight with them to the death. We are only a hundred or so people, and they have thousands of people."

"So what, they are just refugees."

Zhao Bingcheng said helplessly: "Yes, they are just some refugees who have been affected by the war and cannot return home. It is hard to say whether they can survive this winter. They have no way out."

"The Art of War says: Don't contain the enemy when they return, besiege the enemy, and don't push the enemy when they are poor; leave a way for them to survive and give them hope and choice for life, so as to make them hesitate and eliminate the will and determination to resist. Once the road is blocked, it will If they have no choice, they will unite as one, and their resistance will become stronger. Isn't that what it means to fight against the odds? Pushing people towards death will be counterproductive."

Zhao Bingcheng's words sounded the alarm for Li Ye, and he looked at the refugees struggling on the edge of life and death.

These people have been cornered. If they don't rob, they will freeze to death and starve to death. If they rob, they can still get food to survive. The worst is to be killed. If Yi Dao understands them, they may suffer less.

The hope of life is in front of us, and human potential is infinite. Rabbits will bite people when they are cornered, let alone humans.

Li Ye grabbed Zhao Bingcheng's wrist with his backhand: "What should we do if we don't fight them?"

These refugees will definitely not give up, and the things in the car must not be snatched away by them. One hundred thousand soldiers at the border are still waiting for them.

"Zhao Bingcheng, you are so smart, you must have a way, right?" Li Ye stared at Zhao Bingcheng.

Zhao Bingcheng gave him a comforting look, picked up the riding crop and whipped it hard in the air.

The "pop" sound is so penetrating that it can make people's eardrums hurt.

This sound caught him off guard. The refugee's body suddenly tensed up, his heart trembled violently, and thousands of pairs of fearful eyes fell on Zhao Bingcheng.

Zhao Bingcheng resisted the pressure of many eyes and shouted:

"I have warm clothes and food here. If you want it, raise your hand."

The refugees were all prepared to rob, and even prepared to die, but before they could take action, they heard the man on the horse asking such questions, and they were confused for a moment.

The two sides were in a confrontation, the air was deathly silent, and there was only the sound of the strong cold wind blowing in the ears.

Zhao Bingcheng forced himself to calm down, licked his dry, cracked lips, and shouted angrily again:

"If you want anything, raise your hands!" The voice echoed several times in the mountains, and everyone could hear it clearly. The refugees had never seen such a tough person.

When the echo disappeared, some people couldn't help but slowly raised their hands. One person was followed by a second one. More and more people followed Zhao Bingcheng's instructions and raised their hands above their heads.

The heart brush that Zhao Bingcheng was holding suddenly fell back to its original position, and he secretly exhaled a breath, with a smile deep in his eyes.

Great, he turned the situation around and took the initiative into our hands.

Whoever takes the initiative will be the master of this "game".

Zhao Chengcheng is facing the owners and employees of Buhang.

"My bosses are ready to unload the truck and get the cloth. The guys are setting up the pot to stew the meat. If you want to eat meat, just wait for me. Can't wait? Humph! The escort I hired is not a vegetarian. You can decide for yourself whether you want to die or live. .”

First, put the benefits in front of you, and then use your words to make people willingly obey. Zhao Chengcheng's heart-grabbing technique is particularly skillful.

Who would be willing to die if there was any hope of living?

Who would take risks when you can get what you want without robbing?

At this moment, Zhao Bingcheng has completely lost his elegant demeanor. His tough attitude makes people dare not make mistakes, and he is firmly in control of the overall development.

Li Ye and Zifeng standing next to him stared at him blankly. At this moment, Zhao Bingcheng's whole person was shining, which was convincing.

The guys quickly set up the large iron pot, selected the fattest goose, put it into the pot and started to stew it.

Soon the aroma of "big goose stewed in an iron pot" wafted in the wind, and the temptation made the refugees scratch their hearts and make them feel uncomfortable. Their stomachs growled incessantly, and their mouths secreted saliva. They concentrated on it, and their eyes were filled with the meat in the pot.

Zhao Adhering to this method of luring the enemy can be said to hit the key point and steadily control the refugees.

After a stick of incense was burned, the refugees, each wearing a piece of cloth, gathered around the iron pot and devoured the food.

Li Ye came close to Zhao Bingcheng and whispered in his ear:

"They won't let it go after they've had enough to eat and drink. How are you going to deal with it?"

Zhao Bingcheng's eyes flashed with mystery.

"If you want to take what you want, give it first. If you eat what I have and wear what I have, then you have to use it for me." The work of sewing winter clothes was too huge, and he was worried that he couldn't find the manpower. If there was no manpower, he took the initiative to deliver it to his door.

With food and clothing, a job and money, and no need to drink from the northwest wind, he didn't believe that these people were not of use to him.

Li Ye&Zifeng: "..."

Although the two of them had not spent much time together with Zhao Bingcheng and knew that he was very smart, they had never felt so intuitively as now that Zhao Bingcheng was not just smart. With his scheming, he might even I can become a counselor.

"What can they do?"

Zhao Bingcheng gave the two of them a calm look.

Li Ye and Zifeng immediately shut up and stopped asking any more questions.

I saw that the homeless people were eating meat at a slower pace, and some of them were so full that they still refused to put down their bowls and chopsticks. This is the feeling of being frightened by hunger. When faced with food, you want to eat it all, even the soup. There's no juice left.

Zhao Bingcheng coughed, and the sudden sound attracted everyone's attention.

"Are you full?"

"..." Most people chose to remain silent, and only a few or two made a small, cat-like sound.

Zhao Bingcheng's face immediately darkened.

"I provide food for free. Is it so difficult for you to answer a question?"

"No, it's not." There were finally more voices this time.

"Since it's not the case, answer my question, are you full?"

Everyone pulled their necks and answered loudly:

"I am full--"

"Then have you finished eating?"

"I've eaten--"

"Is it tasty?"

"good to eat--"

"Do you still want to continue eating? Will you have meat to eat every day like today?"

This is simply what they dream of. Not to mention having meat every meal, even being full every meal is a luxury.

"Think-think about-every day-"

"As long as I can have enough food and clothing, I can do anything you want—"

"Me too--"

"Me too--"

The sounds came and went like huge waves, one after another.

Zhao Bingcheng raised his hand, and the shouts of "Brush" suddenly subsided. At this moment, the refugees placed all their hopes on Zhao Bingcheng.

This man has a courage that people cannot ignore, and people unconsciously choose to believe his words.

Zhao Bingcheng's eyes were firm and his voice was as loud as a bell.

"Now there is an opportunity in front of you. As long as you do what I say, I will ensure that everyone is fed and clothed and will never go hungry or cold again in the days to come."

"Want to know what this opportunity is?" Zhao Bingcheng pointed to the other side of the mountain:

"Thousands of miles away, I, General Helian, are fighting a decisive battle against Mobei in unlined clothes to prevent the country from being invaded by foreign enemies and to protect the lives of the people. Shouldn't those of us who have been blessed with asylum play a role?"

"The more than 100 carriages behind me are filled with cloth, duck and goose meat. They will be transported to the border this time. I am a lowly first-class merchant and I have this awareness, but where is your awareness?"

"Every man is responsible for the rise and fall of a country. He lives and dies by seeking to benefit the country. How can he avoid it because of misfortunes and blessings? If there is no country, how can there be a home?"

"I want to bring warmth to the battlefield, food and grass to the front line, and even if I die, I will shed my blood on the land of Helian. Is there anyone willing to join me in defending our country against foreign enemies? "