After rebirth, the Prime Minister's wife married the living devil

Outside Yunlong Town, there is an abandoned charity cemetery where the bodies of the poor are collected. The cemetery is surrounded by a wasteland and is used to bury beggars and vagrants who died of freezing, starvation, or sudden death, or those who died of illness and whose families were unwilling to bury them. They would just be thrown here on a mat or a roll.

Wild dogs and vultures gather here for dinner every day. There are body parts all over the ground and flies flying everywhere. It is a horrible sight.

Li Zhaofeng lived in an abandoned charity cemetery in the middle of the mass grave.

When Li Yanqi walked into the charity cemetery humming a little tune and carrying a few medicine bags, Li Zhaofeng was sitting on a chair with a gloomy face.

The dim light made his wrinkled face look even more sinister. Beside him were a pair of boxwood crutches, and his remaining thigh was placed on a chair. His unfriendly gaze pierced through the fluttering white banner and went straight to Li Yanqi.

"You still know how to come?"

Not sure if it was his illusion, but Li Yanqi felt that Li Zhaofeng's words were full of resentment. He raised his eyebrows and smiled, "Why? Are you thinking about me?"

Li Zhaofeng ignored his nonchalant look and asked directly, "I heard that you became the county lieutenant. A few days ago, you accompanied County Magistrate Dong to the state capital to meet Xiahou Yi's staff?"

Li Yanqi placed the medicine bag in his hand on the square table with a missing leg, and muttered, "I told you to live in the town, but you didn't want to, and insisted on staying here among the dead. But you are well-informed, old man? Who told you about what happened in the past few days?"

Then he remembered that before he went to the provincial capital, he asked Chen Ermu and Ma Xigui to deliver rice, flour, grain and oil, and he understood.

"Did Xigui and Ermu tell you?"

Li Zhaofeng did not deny it, but asked him again: "Did you really follow County Magistrate Dong and surrender to Xiahou Yi?"

Li Yanqi didn't know why he cared so much about this issue. He patted the corner of his robe and sat on the chair next to Li Zhaofeng.

"The prefect of Chongzhou has voted for Xiahou Yi, and I am now under Magistrate Dong." Li Yanqi curled his lips, "My current boss and my boss's boss have both voted for Xiahou Yi. Can I still vote for Cheng Wang while I am under his roof?"

As he spoke, Li Yanqi crossed his legs, curled his lips, and said, "Actually, for me, it doesn't matter who I join, but it's better to have a temporary cover than to fight alone."

Li Zhaofeng looked at Li Yanqi's long legs swinging unrestrainedly, pondered for a moment, and asked: "What's the situation in the prefecture?"

"What else can we do? It's still the same. Even if King Cheng and Xiahou Yi are fighting now, they can't reach Chongzhou in ten days or half a month, right? But on the way to the state capital, we encountered a group of scattered remnants and lost several white soldiers."

Li Yanqi said with a "tsk" sound: "Fortunately, I am very good at boxing and kicking, and I took care of them all. But there is one thing I need to pay attention to..."

"The grain price in Chongzhou City has tripled. Chongzhou is already considered wealthy. People who came to visit relatives in Wanzhou said that most of the rice shops there have closed down. If the situation continues like this..."

Li Yanqi put away his nonchalant look and said seriously, "In three months at the shortest and half a year at the longest, the bodies in the mass grave will surely pile up like a mountain. You old fool, are you really not going to live in the town?"

"Don't go."

Li Zhaofeng refused bluntly. He used crutches to lift himself up in the air and "dong dong dong" entered a compartment separated by a tattered screen.

"Okay, if you have nothing else to do, go ahead. Don't forget to send me rice, flour, grain and oil regularly." After a pause, Li Zhaofeng continued, "Next time you send me something, don't forget to send me a new shovel. The previous one is broken."

"Tsk, if I didn't know, I would have thought you were repairing the city wall. It's broken in just one month. Okay, I got it, you old fool." Li Yanqi rolled his eyes silently and cursed inwardly: "If I hadn't remembered the favor of setting my bones when I was a child, I wouldn't bother with you, a stubborn and weird old fool."

When Li Yanqi left the charity cemetery, it was already dark.

A few crows stayed on the dead branches, making unpleasant noises. Then, as Li Yanqi stepped on the ground and the dead leaves broke, they flapped their wings and flew into the sky.

The yellow paper money fluttered slowly in the north wind, and a few pieces hung on the bare branches where the sparrows had just landed.

Li Yanqi stepped on the paper money without being affected at all, and kept thinking about what Lin Yanyu said today.

Judging from the current situation, whether Chongzhou City becomes chaotic on its own or various forces come to seize supplies and occupy this important transportation route, if he wants to protect himself in the chaos, the things he currently has are obviously not enough.

He had saved up some wealth over the years, but in troubled times, the most important thing is not money. Having money and materials without strength will only be a piece of fat meat that everyone can take a bite of.

Where can he find people who can serve him without attracting the attention of various forces?

Suddenly, Li Yanqi's eyes lit up and he thought of something.

"Got it! Why didn't I think of it earlier?"

Li Yanqi must implement this idea in his mind tonight, otherwise it will be too late tomorrow. But before that, he has one more thing to do.

Li Yanqi walked quickly towards the town with big strides, humming some random tune that he had learned from somewhere.

"Long black hair and big eyes, but unfortunately she is a little old-fashioned. White face and thin waist, but unfortunately she is a little old-fashioned..."

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As night fell, the vendors on both sides of the street had already packed up their stalls and most of the shops were closed, leaving only a few dim lights here and there.

The streets of Yunlong Town, which were bustling during the day, became silent, except for one place which was particularly different.

"Uncle, come in and play~"

Fang Cui, the flower girl at the gate of Chunfeng Garden, was wearing thin clothes, with her snow-white arms faintly visible. She stood at the gate waving to passers-by frequently. After a long while, no one stopped.

At this time, a middle-aged man dressed decently and accompanied by two followers came out from the darkness. As soon as he stopped, Fang Cui immediately went to greet him.

"Oh, this gentleman looks a little unfamiliar. Is this your first time here? You are so handsome and elegant. If I had seen you before, I would definitely not forget you~"

A customer finally came, so how could Fang Cui let him go? She grabbed the man's sleeve and started to act coquettishly.

The man remained unmoved and walked straight to the lobby of Chunfengyuan with a cold expression.

"Okay, I'm not here to play with you, stop being so naughty, is there someone named Du Ruo in your Chunfeng Garden? Call her out."

"Du Ruo?" Fang Cui couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed, and said tentatively: "There is no one named Du Ruo listed here."

Fang Cui felt a little nervous when she saw the man's unfriendly face. She must know Du Ruo, a poor girl who was sold by her own father. Because she didn't want to receive customers, she tried to commit suicide by hitting her head and making a big hole. Fortunately, she survived and was sent to the lower wing to be a maid by Mother Chen.

Fang Cui felt a bit of admiration and pity for her, so she wanted to make excuses for her.

With a "slap", a loud slap landed heavily on Fang Cui's face.