The little sweetheart dressed as the ghost king

Soon, everyone in and outside the city knew that the Night King had a cure for the plague.

When they heard the news, people outside the city wept and thanked God for giving them a chance to live, even if this chance came at a price.

Those in the city who wanted to run away with their belongings also hesitated for a while, and had no intention of leaving for the time being.

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"Mom, I'm hungry." Only a big-headed child was left, looking helplessly at the porridge stall not far away, his eyes full of longing.

The woman licked her dry lips, protected the child in front of her, prevented him from running around, stared straight at the porridge stand in front of her, and whispered, "Be patient, it will be our turn soon. After finishing speaking, he bowed his head to confirm that his pamphlet was still there, and then lined up with confidence.

After finally getting to them, the woman quickly handed the brochure in her hand to the man who served the porridge, and said flatteringly, "My lord, this is our brochure."

The man didn't even look at the sallow and thin woman, but quickly opened the booklet she handed over, and came to the latest page.Looking at the record above, he said to his partner next to him, "Half a bowl of porridge and one steamed bun." While speaking, he drew a line on the record with the pen he had prepared.

After he finished speaking, his partner quickly handed half a bowl of porridge and a steamed bun to the woman.

The woman took the booklet back carefully, and then took the food nimbly, then led the child who was drooling staring at the porridge bucket, and walked outside.

"Mom, there's a lot of food there." The boy was dragged away by his mother, but his eyes were still fixed on the wooden barrel behind him.He knew that what was inside was food, and it was what kept him alive.

His mother, as if she didn't hear what he said, dragged him to a place where no one was there, and divided the half bowl of porridge into two parts with the broken bowl she picked up.Then he divided the steamed bun into two parts, one big and one small, and kept the big one for himself, and handed the small part to the child.

The child took his share, devoured it hungrily, and then stared at his mother's share.Even though he was still hungry, he didn't ask for more.

The woman ate those things in a few mouthfuls, temporarily pacifying her stomach that was starting to colic because she hadn't eaten for a long time, and felt the feeling of having food for a few seconds. Looking at his child, he looked at him seriously and said: "We will continue to work later, you have eaten now, do more work, so that we can eat more in the next meal."

The child stared at the woman earnestly with black and white distinct eyes, and nodded earnestly, which clearly meant that he knew.

The woman was very satisfied with this, and reached out to stroke his smooth hair.Glancing at the people who were still queuing up to get porridge in front of him, he got up from the ground, took the child and left.She had to pick a good job while most of the people were still eating.

This kind of thing happened in every corner outside the city, and the conversations were similar, the only thing in common was that they all knew that only by doing the work would they have food.

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"My lord, we have followed the instructions given by your lord and arranged the preventive measures. Up to now, no one has been infected anymore. As for those who have already been infected, they are being treated one after another at the medical camp. Then, the cost of treatment is also recorded in their accounts. Those who are healthy and have less food are also arranged for their work, so that they can use their labor to obtain their rations."

After he finished all the things, the Night King pulled out from the complicated documents, looked up at him, nodded slightly, and said: "In this case, then follow the arrangement Just do it."

"Yes." The man took the order, turned around and went back to work.

After the man left, the Night King put down the pen in his hand, raised his head to look at the attendant behind him, and asked softly, "Where is your son?"

Hearing the words, the man quickly replied: "Young Master has been staying in the mansion well for the past few days, and it must be the same at this time."

After getting the answer he wanted, the Night King withdrew his gaze, picked up the pen in his hand and continued to critique, then said casually to the attendant behind him: "Go and tell your son, this king will return on time today."

The man raised his head and looked at the Night King who was seriously reviewing things, thinking that he had heard it wrong just now, and when he was hesitating how to confirm it again, he heard the serious Night King say, "By the way, Let your son prepare a dish of sweet and sour fish while cooking."

"Yes." The attendant confirmed that he didn't hear anything wrong just now.After standing there for a while, after confirming that the Night King had no other orders, he quietly walked along the corner to the outside room, and arranged what the Night King had just ordered.

Siki was about to go out when he received a message from the Night King.After hearing the message from the Night King, he resolutely gave up the idea of ​​going out, looked at the person who came, nodded, and said gently: "Go and reply to the Night King, saying that I understand."

The man got the instruction and didn't stay long. He saluted Xiji, then turned around and left.

After he left, Xiji couldn't help laughing when he thought that the Night King would send a message that he wanted to eat sweet and sour fish.After laughing, he looked at Wan Lian who was following behind, and asked directly, "Is there any fish in the kitchen now?"

In the past few days, due to the cure of the epidemic, they have given up the idea of ​​taking refuge in the mountain village, so Xiji still lives in the mansion, and he is responsible for all the meals for him and the night king, and everything is still as before. so-so.

"My lord, there are none here in the small kitchen. Let me go to the big kitchen and ask. There should be a few fishes in the water tank over there."

Hearing what she said, Xiji immediately felt relieved, nodded and let Wan Lian go to work.

Watching Wanlian leave, Xiji began to think about what else to make as a side dish besides the sweet and sour fish.

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Outside Night City, hundreds of miles away, a group of tattered people were walking in the direction of Night City.Even though it looked weak on the surface, the steps under his feet still didn't mean to stop.

"Grandfather, can we really survive if we go there?" A man with a vicissitudes of life looked at Grandpa who was almost unable to walk, and asked anxiously.

Hearing the man's question, the old man called Grandpa turned his head and glanced at him, and said slowly in his hoarse voice: "Of course it's true, as long as we get there, we can live. There is no lazy person in our Zhang family, we can take root there and live well."

The man looked at the gleaming light in the old man's eyes, and stopped asking any more questions.His grandfather is the wisest old man in the village. Whether they were young or old, they relied on his flexible mind to avoid risks.It was precisely because of this that when they heard Grandpa told them that they could not continue to stay in the village and wait to die, they decisively escaped from the village with food.

Later, they also met people who also escaped from there, knowing that after they left, the officials above not only raised the tax on food, but also took away many young and middle-aged men on the grounds that they needed to recruit recruits, leaving a group of few The labor force is old, weak, sick and disabled, and there is not enough food for one month.

The consequence of doing this is tantamount to letting them sit and wait to die, so those who still have a little bit of courage also start to flee.It's just that their food was plundered by the above, so it was very difficult on the way.So they were even more fortunate that they came out after listening to Grandpa's words, instead of staying there waiting to die.

A few days ago, they met a few people who had returned home. At first, they were a little puzzled as to why they wanted to go back.It wasn't until they heard about the existence of Nightside that they suddenly realized, and then headed there half-believing.

"Since there is no place to go, let's go there and have a look, at least there is still a hope of survival." After hearing those people's words, Grandpa dragged his tone of vicissitudes, and his cloudy eyes were full of determination.

So, the family of them listened to Grandpa's words again, and headed towards the Night City, which carried the hope of their lives.

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"Sir, there have been more refugees in recent days." The petty official under the administration held a booklet and said anxiously to Mr. Guo.

Mr. Guo put down the stockpile he was counting, raised his head to look at the angry officer, and asked with no expression: "What is the specific situation, please explain it to me carefully."

"Yes." The little official listened, and slowly told the recent movements of the refugees, and finally concluded: "At present, the jobs listed are already being done by someone. If there is another person, we may not be able to arrange gone."

Mr. Guo looked at the little official with a sad face, pondered for a few seconds, and seemed to have thought of something, and asked in a deep voice, "Is there some wasteland outside the city, and the area is not small."

When the little official heard him mentioning the barren fields, he had some guesses about his plans in his heart, so he quickly said, "Yes, my lord. The area of ​​those barren lands is not small, and it's not very far from the city."

After getting the answer he wanted, Mr. Guo stroked his beard and said with a happy smile: "In this case, let's arrange some people to open up wasteland and farm."

Seeing that Mr. Guo was so excited, the little official was a little hesitant. After hesitating for two seconds, he still couldn't help asking: "Sir, but it's going to be winter now. How can those crops survive when they are plowing now?"

Mr. Guo was not angry when he heard that he questioned his decision. He stared at him and said cheerfully, "Who said I want them to farm? I just want them to open up the land first and use the winter time to improve the land. Give it some fertility. By next spring, there will be more land in the territory under the control of Night City that can be cultivated again."

After receiving Mr. Guo's advice, the petty official seemed to understand something, looked at Mr. Guo with bright eyes and said, "Mr. is really clever." Letting those refugees open up wasteland outside not only created a large amount of land, but also There are still people on guard outside, and someone who commits a crime can be found in time, which can be said to kill two birds with one stone.

Mr. Guo looked at him with a wider smile on his face. It seemed that his subordinate could still be trained.Before he went down to do business, he also specially ordered, "If there are still refugees coming, I will find a way to arrange it."

"Yes, I know." The junior official took the order and left happily.

After the little official left, Mr. Guo picked up the copied paper on the table, looked at the things on it with satisfaction, and said happily: "Young master is right, talent is the most important thing here."

After all, he picked up the thing he had just written and walked straight to where the Night King was, completely ignoring the piece of paper on the table that was full of crooked characters.