On the soil plate, the hungry wolf from somewhere in the distance seemed to have targeted these poor people who fled. It is said that a child who collected wild vegetables was taken away by the wolf...

When the Hussars went to search, they found only some torn and stained blood-stained rags.

In nature, within tribal populations, weakness is original sin.

Fortunately, there is hope.

It's like these bonfires in the dark night, which dispels the darkness and brings warmth.

『Friends…』

Wang Meng silently muttered these two words.

This is the title he heard the most in this refugee camp.

It’s not the old man Zhang and the old man Wang, nor the untouchables, but the “members”…

It is said that this is a word created by Fei Qian, the general of the cavalry.

When saying this word, the military academy was full of pride.

"Whether in Sili, Hedong, or even Shangjun, or Jingxiang, we all have the same name, all called Han people! We all drink the same water, eat the same meal, speak the same language, and use the same words..."

"Our ancestors live under the same sky, our parents live in the same land, we live in the same land, and even our children and grandchildren live in this land that belongs to us! We are all Han people! We are friends, brothers, and relatives!"

"So, we are all Han people, so we are naturally fellow villagers!"

That military academy said this and did the same.

He helped refugees carry water, build sheds, and even dig cesspools for refugees to discharge concentratedly...

That's really working, not pretending to take a hoe and waving it twice, but really sweating and making yourself covered in mud.

Where can I see such a military academy in Shandong?

In Shandong, no matter how big it is, anyone with some authority is always looking at people with their nostrils, and they will definitely use their authority to show their uniqueness.

If you really eat the soup cakes with ordinary people, it would be a loss of the face of Shandong officials. You must be able to eat some exquisite pastries, so that you can barely satisfy your hunger, and you can have some strength to restore your energy to do something for your mud legs...

So Wang Meng couldn't believe what he saw, but the truth was the same.

Everything was beyond Wang Meng's imagination.

And those doctors.

He doesn't have money or charges anything, and just treats refugees for nothing.

Do you want to pay for medical treatment?

Isn't this a big joke?

How can I not pay for medical treatment?

How can a doctor live without money?

How can a doctor’s value and professionalism be reflected without charging money?

It’s not expensive to see a doctor, so who will bear the consumption of those herbs and equipment?

What’s more important is that if the doctor does not charge money, then wouldn’t the nobles and the poor and unruly people stand on the same line of birth, old age, sickness and death? Is there any reason for this?

As the time limit for action approached, Wang Meng felt as if he had been cut into two halves.

Half of them were persuading him to be loyal, saying that he had made a vow, proclaiming that he would be loyal and filial to the Han Dynasty and put the prime minister first. How could he violate his vow?

The other half told him that there are things in the world that are more important than those vows, things that he has never seen in Shandong before, or have been subconsciously forgotten by him...

Wang Meng was very conflicted, and what made him decide was not the oath or the people in the refugee camp, but some people from the Linfen area.

At dawn, when the sky had just shined, some people came from the north of Emei Ridge facing Fen land.

These people appeared around the refugee camp in a hesitant manner, attracting the attention of the sentry.

The copper whistle that warned broke the silence.

Wang Meng was also awakened. He saw the Hussels rushing up, but he strangely stayed in front of the small figures. Then he didn't know what he said, but the black figures turned around and left...

Did you go the wrong way?

Or do you want to rob?

Wang Meng wanted to laugh, this is a refugee camp, what else can I have...

No, Wang Meng suddenly felt like he didn't know how to describe it. There was also "money" in the refugee camp, and that was people.

Catch some, or exchange some food for some half-aged children, like selling puppies and pigs, and treating children as animals. Isn’t it often seen in Shandong? It has even become a very good science!

A thin horse that is well-trained is favored by many nobles.

After all, I’m giving these children a skirt!

A new starting point!

Could it be that these people came secretly for such a thing?

But the next change was that Wang Meng was completely unexpected.

The figures left, but several cavalry soldiers stood there for a long time. After a long time, they saw the cavalry soldiers slowly coming back...

There are also a few more big and small burdens on my body.

The bags seemed very heavy and precious, which made the Hussar soldiers carefully hold and hold them, as if they were afraid that the bags would fall to the ground.

What are those?

The doubt was untied when I was early...

The fat Kuding, who always had traces of smoky fire on his face, knocked on the edge of the soup bucket with a wooden spoon, and drowned loudly to attract the attention of the refugees in line. Then he pointed to the cook cakes that were cut into small pieces, blushed and shouted in a trembling voice: "Look! Look at these! These buns were sent by the villagers of Linfen! They knew that you were suffering here... They said that they had suffered too much back then. When they passed by Hedong, they got your food and lived. Now you are suffering, they are coming to repay this love!"

"Look! Look!" The fat bastard couldn't help but wipe his tears and wiped his original face even more colorful. "They are all good cooked cakes, each one is strong! These are all... all! There are few cakes, not enough to divide each one, and now they are cut into slices, one piece of each person! Don't think there are too few, these buns are all good, they are willing to eat such white buns during festivals! Come on, take it! A bowl of soup, a bun, and a piece of slices... all look at them and try them all!"

What?!

Wang Meng widened his eyes in a daze!

He couldn't believe everything in front of him!

But it was this reality that impacted his heart and his soul!

Why?! They are undoubtedly strangers to the people in Linfen.

For some reason, Wang Meng suddenly thought of the military academy, the military academy that was so tired that she was sweating and covered in dust, and what he said...

Villagers...

When Wang Meng followed the queue in an almost instinctive manner and got the thin sliced ​​pancake, he seemed to feel that the thin pancake was hot, so hot that he couldn't hold his hands and couldn't hold them firmly!

He was trembling all over.

There are also many people around, like Wang Meng, and some even cry out loud.

In this cry, there seemed to be less sadness and more hope...

Wang Meng pinched the pancake, as if he was pinching his own soul.

Small, but very hot.

Although the cooked cakes were actually cold, Wang Meng still felt that their hands were shaking.

The aroma of wheat penetrated into his nose, making his nose sour, making him unable to help but raise his head...

The sky to the east was scattered, dazzling and gorgeous, making his eyes turn red.

Ah, this is really...
Chapter completed!