The sun sinks to the west mountain, and the sky is already dusk.

On the small road outside the city gate, more than ten people were each pushing a wheelbarrow to Fengjiazhuang outside the city.

It was Feng San and his party who had just returned from buying grain.

In the team, someone scolded, "The grain merchant who was fucked by dogs, dared to sell two taels of silver for one stone of rice. It is more than ten times more expensive than before, and the coarse grain is also five or six times more expensive. If you earn so much conscience, you must be the one who used to make a coffin for your family?!"

"It's good that Brother Feng San said, let's buy food first, otherwise in a few days, you might not even be able to buy this half!"

The other people also nodded and said, "Yes, yes, although I sold my ancestral land, now that I have this food, I can survive this wasteland!"

"Let's talk about the days ahead in the future, this is the year of cannibalism..."

When they were talking, everyone couldn't help but remained silent.

More than ten people looked at the huge sacks piled on their wheelbarrows. In addition to melancholy, there was a glimmer of hope in their eyes!

In the sound of the wheelbarrow "squeaking" sound, time slowly passed.

Everyone was walking in the middle of the journey.

A group of people suddenly jumped out of the way not far ahead.

Taking advantage of the night.

As Feng San and others changed their expressions, the group of robbers with a piece of rag on their faces were quickly blocked and surrounded them with sticks, kitchen knives, hoes and other messy "weapons".

"Robbery!"

At present, a man with a short knife in his hand stepped forward, "Two roads! Either leave the food in the car or let everyone kill you. You can choose it yourself!"

Feng San and others gathered together, leaning against each other, guarding against the group of jackals in front of them.

"Heroes, we are villagers from Fengjiazhuang outside the city, not far from here. Everyone is digging for food on this land. Why do we have to make things difficult for us poor and miserable people?"

As he said that, Feng San shook his hand and pulled out a polished and bright hatchet from under the wheelbarrow. "But if you really want to be tough, then let's try the hatchet in my Feng San's hand first!"

"Feng San from Fengjiazhuang?"

There was a slight commotion among the crowd blocking the road.

The leading man also hesitated for a while, "Since it's Feng San in front of you, then I'll give you a face! In this way, don't resist, we can allow each of you to leave a bag of food, and eating less can survive this year, right?"

"Brother..."

Behind the man, someone shouted unwillingly.

Feng San and his party have more than a dozen people, each with a bag of food, which is more than a dozen bags. All of them can make more than a dozen families survive this year!

However, when he heard the shouts behind him, the man blew without looking back: "Shut up!"

The man was so scared that he shut up and didn't dare to speak.

Feng San's face wrinkled. There were smart people who blocked the road and robbed.

If there is no food left, it will be like letting everyone starve to death, which will inevitably arouse their own decisive resistance. In that case, even if they forcibly grab the food, they may have to collapse a few of their front teeth.

But if you promise to leave a bag of food for each person, it would be different.

There is a bag of food. Although life is a little tighter, if you can find some wild vegetables or something, you can barely survive this New Year.

This is equivalent to giving everyone hope to survive, and their desire to resist desperately became much smaller. Even if they forcefully robbed them, the losses to their own personnel will not be as great as before.

The man holding a short knife urged: "You make a decision quickly and if you drag it on, grandpa will lose that patience!"

Nearly a hundred people around were slowly approaching.

"Brother Feng San, why don't we give them the food?"

There was a timid in the crowd. He pulled Feng Sanyi's sleeve and said tremblingly: "Anyway, there is still a bag left, and you can barely starve to death!"

The other people were also a little moved.

After all, fighting will kill people!

But how could Feng San be deceived by the plan of the person in front of him?

With a cold snorting, Feng San said to the people behind him: "Don't hold on to such delusions! This is at the foot of the Fucheng City. Since they stopped us, they will definitely not let us leave peacefully!

Otherwise, we would call soldiers in the mansion, and one of these robbers would be counted as one, and no one could escape, and they would be taken to the vegetable market to beheaded!

So, do you still think they will let us go?"

When the man blocking the road heard this, he sighed, "Isn't it okay to be a fool? I have to say so clearly!"

Then, with a wave of his hand,

"Do it!"

...

Under the dim night, two groups of people surrounded more than ten wheelbarrows filled with food and fought in an instant.

The kitchen knives and hoes are flying here, and the sharp hatchets are hiking there.

No one hesitated or held back. Every move was for the purpose of killing the other party!

Stones, dust, wooden sticks, everything around you was used, and even the teeth were used...

The battle begins quickly and ends quickly.

After all, Feng San and his party had few people and weak strength, so they pushed the car all the way, so when facing the siege of nearly a hundred people, only Feng San used the hatchet in his hand to chop down the three or five people opposite.

The rest were surrounded and there was no movement anymore.

The sky became darker and darker. Feng San, with wounds on his body, opened the way with the hatchet in his hand, rushed out from the layers of encirclement, and disappeared into the night stumbled.

"Zhang Biao, do you really think I didn't recognize you? Please wait. Today's hatred, Feng San, must make you repay a hundred times!"

In the night, Feng San's voice came from afar, calling the man who was leading the way to block the road, his face became extremely ugly.

...

A few days later, in a remote courtyard in Fengxiang Mansion.

A tall but quite thin man, with an unhealed injury, solemnly wrapped a piece of white cloth around his head.

Next to them, many people in the same outfits were chanting in a low voice:

"Vacuum hometown, no birth of old mother!"

"The great disaster is coming, the heaven and earth are dark, and the sun and the moon are gone!"

……………………

On the other side.

On the wide official road, the grain transport team that stretched for more than ten miles was winding.

Next to the grain transport team is a well-equipped and fierce elite army with a fierce battle!

Under the banner of the central army, the huge "Jia"-shaped flag fluttered in the wind...

...

In the carriage, Lin Ruhai lifted the curtains and asked outside, "What is the territory now?"

And the one who followed the carriage was naturally covered with armor and was very heroic.

Hearing Lin Ruhai's inquiry, Jia Jing hurried forward.

"We just passed Qingyang Prefecture, and then passed Fengxiang Prefecture before, and we are not far from Hanzhong Prefecture, which is located in the center of the drought!"

"No wonder I see that the road is getting more and more desolate!"

Lin Ruhai looked at the dust outside the car window and sighed, "Snap faster and arrive in Hanzhong early to carry out relief. It can also kill less people. The people will suffer!"

Jia Jing said: "This is already the limit. If it is fast, our soldiers transporting grain will not be able to bear it!"

After a pause, he said, "In addition, I see that my father-in-law has eaten less and less in the past few days, which is not possible! You must take care of your health!"

In the carriage, Lin Ruhai smiled and said, "Don't worry, I just felt a little uncomfortable because of the long-distance bump in the carriage. When I arrived in Hanzhong, it would be fine!"

Then, he reminded Jia Jing: "In addition, after arriving at the local area, you must be prepared to mobilize the army at any time to thoroughly supervise the victims. Once something is in trouble, you must immediately deal with it!

To provide disaster relief, you cannot be merciful!

If a mutiny occurs accidentally, the hungry victims will immediately become evil ghosts!"
Chapter completed!