Seeing that the homes are in sight, these refugees, although the fires in the city have not yet been extinguished and are even more miserable, they have more expectations.

Wang Foer properly hid the five corpse soldiers, and stood enthusiastically at the city gate. His only hope was to find someone to communicate.

"I saw too many dead people lately, and my psychology was almost perverted. My career is an artist, I was born as a nude beauty, not an unlucky surgeon, a coolie who dissects internal organs. Among these people... there seems to be no women with a look of over 80 years!"

At this time, he was still disappointed in this place, and he could only describe it as an anomaly.

Wang Foer is not a local product from the ancient closed society. After being influenced by various modern information, he has a first-class vision of knowing people. Among this group of refugees, a man wearing a rough green cloth robe with loose hair and a bit of bookish spirit, was the leader of everyone at first glance.

He was thinking about how to talk to him, but suddenly a middle-aged woman, as if she was whipped by an invisible whip, ran over and hugged Wang Fo'er and started crying.

"Son! Mom, I know you are not dead..."

"Hey! Although I'm not sure if I'm your son, if you keep it like this, I will definitely die again..."

After struggling hard for a few times, relying on his strength to become stronger, Wang Foer finally got rid of the possibility of traveling through time again in this humiliating way, broke free from his mouth and nose, and breathed fresh air. He felt that it was really rare. The scholar in the green robe came over, looked at Wang Foer a few times, and sighed and said, "Sister Yan, this is not your little treasure. You should not be sad, everything will pass..."

The middle-aged woman refused to believe anything she said. Although she was very respectful to this knowledgeable gentleman, this time she just hugged Wang Foer and refused to let go.

The persuasion failed, and the scholar in the green robe turned around and looked at Wang Foer. The complicated expression in his eyes made Wang Foer understand the meaning of it all at once. He immediately shouted: "Mom! It's me, please let me go, I'm almost suffocated by you."

After being called by this mother, the middle-aged woman's face suddenly shone with light. Although she just cooperated to comfort the woman, this maternal radiance made Wang Foer feel miserable. She suddenly thought: "I was beaten to death by a gangster. If my mother knew about it, she would not know what she would cry..."

As soon as he thought of this, Wang Fo'er's tears suddenly rolled in his eyes. The middle-aged woman comforted her repeatedly: "Xiaobao doesn't cry, don't cry. With her mother by her side, no one will hurt you in the future!"

Knowing that this middle-aged woman was just comforting her mother's kindness, what could this weak woman protect? But Wang Foer suddenly felt a warm feeling that she felt safer than the Water and Fire Linglong Tower where she got the red robe general.

"I know, I'm not afraid."

The refugees around them all showed sympathy in their eyes. They and Aunt Yan lived in the same county for decades. Of course, they knew her son from each other's neighbors. When they fled last time, they were indeed dead, but no one said it.

After all the means, Wang Foer finally got rid of his new "mother" and came to the middle-aged man wearing a green robe and with a bookish spirit. He first gave a deep gift and then asked about the current war that he was most concerned about.

Since these people dared to return to the city, they naturally felt that the war would not affect the place again. Wang Foer was eager to understand the current situation.

"Oh! Speaking of which, our Dagan Dynasty was defeated this time. Mu Yuanzhi, the general town of Lingzhou, Yanzhou, and Ganzhou, was killed by Yan Chimei, the subordinate of General Huoyuan of Xidi. The nearby towns of the two nearby towns sent a total of 80,000 troops to rescue, but it was one step late. General Huoyuan saw that the reinforcements were powerful and had retreated to Xidi. For the time being, there will be no more war in our Lingzhou."

This middle-aged man called himself Mr. Tu Jing. Although his knowledge is not very profound, he also has a good understanding of the general trend of the world. Wang Foer finally had this opportunity and asked all the questions in his heart.

The two of them chatted and Aunt Yan felt relieved when she saw it.

Wang Foer didn't know how to face it, so this "mother" deliberately followed Mr. Tu Jing and arrived at his house.

Although the house was a little messy, Mr. Tujing's family was very poor, with no valuables, only some books, and they were thrown all over the ground. His house was relatively remote, not bad, and his situation was pretty good.

After this chat, Wang Foer finally understood the general appearance of this world.

There are several large areas of China, and people today have not yet explored them all. The Dagan Dynasty only occupies the central land and has always regarded its cultural integrity as the descendant of the ancient gods and the ancient gods. The dozens of races in the Western Di each have different ancestors. They are despised as demons by the people of the Dagan Dynasty, and occupy the western part of China. However, both sides have a history of tens of thousands of years, and they have been moved and intermarried for generations. In fact, their bloodlines have long been mixed, and it is rare to have a pure bloodline.

Moreover, in ancient times, the White Moon Demon Clan unified the world and intermarried with the various tribes of the wilderness, so that the human race in the Hundred Lands appeared. This branch of the Dagan Dynasty was just one of the human races in the Hundred Lands that year, and was born of the intermarriage of the descendants of the White Moon Demon Clan and the Giant God.

Wang Foer thought hard and he had almost understood that in this world, there are also knowledge such as Confucianism, Taoism, agriculture and sericulture, yin and yang, Buddha, astrology.

However, these schools are very different from those on Earth. His headache is now that he should work hard in which aspects to have the resources to make his life better in the future.

The Confucianism that was passed down in the Dagan Dynasty was the most complicated, such as military tactics and battle formations, governance of the country, articles and morals, political orders and laws... It is ten times more than the Confucian content he knew in his previous life. Since ancient times, Middle-earth has had the custom of opening academies. Confucianism is now divided into dozens of schools, and its political propositions are diverse.

In most cases, officials and generals of the Dagan Dynasty had experience in studying in academies.

Taoism includes astronomy, calendar calculation, five elements, stars, and almost every field requires these talents.
Chapter completed!