A total of 67 passengers were isolated from refugees. Ren Xiaosu did not pay attention to them, but continued to shake hands with each refugee with all his heart and congratulations on finding their new home and new life.

Wang Yuexi and others were also on the side, sincerely sighing that the young marshal was really patient. A few days ago, they thought that the young marshal shook hands with every refugee, probably because of the enthusiasm at the beginning, and maybe they would not do this in the next few batches.

After all, it’s tiring to shake hands with tens of thousands of people.

As a result, they underestimated Ren Xiaosu's patience and felt very ashamed of their thoughts...

After Ren Xiaosu handed over all the refugees to Wang Yuexi, he slowly walked towards the 67 people: "Tell me, what are their identities?"

A Zhou official whispered: "We are ordinary refugees, why did the young marshal say this?"

Ren Xiaosu was happy: "Look at your side, I specifically instructed the soldiers of the Northwest Army to take care of you with live ammunition. Do you think I would be unsure of what I would treat refugees like this?"

But even if Ren Xiaosu said this, the officials of the Zhou family still refused to tell the truth: "Young Marshal, you misunderstood. We are really ordinary refugees."

"You're so hard-mouthed, it seems like you're a spy," Ren Xiaosu suddenly felt a sudden appearance, and then said to the Northwest Army soldiers next to him: "Take them to the dungeon of the military camp and interrogate them carefully. You tell Zhang Xiaoman that I'll continue to go to the Central Plains to recruit refugees later. Don't kill them before I come back."

When the Zhou family's cowards heard this, they were so scared that they almost came out: "Young Marshal! Young Marshal! We said, I am the deputy director of the Zhou family's business department. I couldn't stay there before I fled to the northwest. I heard that you are in the northwest of Daxing, and I think I can make some contributions..."

Ren Xiaosu thought, in fact, no matter what these people said, they could not stay. It was not that the northwest was so xenophobic, but that Ren Xiaosu was worried that there were indeed spies in it.

It was a trivial matter for Zhou officials to escape here, but it would be disgusting if they sneaked into the spy.

These people must have brought some gold, silver and jewelry. If he were Ren Xiaosu, he would have cared a lot, but the Northwest is not short of this. The things brought by dozens of Zhou officials are not even worth a drop in the wealth size of the entire Northwest.

But if there are spies hidden here, the harm in the future may be extremely great.

Kill them all? Ren Xiaosu is not so cruel yet.

He said to the 67 people: "You guys wait here first."

After saying that, he went to the side and mumbled.

At this time, the officials of Zhou clan whispered: "Will he send us back to Zhou clan? I have scolded Zhou Qingyang on the phone before..."

One person shook his head and said, "It's impossible. We're all here. We still have so much money in our hands. How could he put us back? It's just to let us get some blood. We'll give some money to bribe the so-called Northwest Young Marshal. I don't believe he can't be moved."

"That's right," said another Zhou official: "Can anyone in this world not love money?"

These Zhou officials are also very open-minded, and have been together in the Zhou officialdom for many years. They are well aware of the principles of hidden rules and are ready to bleed.

Ren Xiaosu came back after discussing with Da Fu: "Sorry, everyone, Northwest does not welcome you."

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Chapter completed!