Due to the wars in various parts of the Central Plains, there are many more people fleeing in Yanmen County, a border place. The cultivated land in Yanmen County is limited, and the land north of Yanmen Pass is only suitable for grazing, and only some valleys south of Yanmen Pass are suitable for cultivating crops.

Most of the people who fled did not have access to arable land, so it was naturally not a long-term solution.

Outside the south gate of Yanmen Pass, it is a place for business travelers, and now it has also become a place for people who have fled here to find a way to make a living.

Fu Ying, who was dressed in tatters, walked into a crowd at this time, and squeezed forward desperately like everyone else.

At the front, a well-dressed middle-aged man, escorted by a group of strong men, shouted to everyone: "Wang Dashan has recruited people to carry heavy objects again, come in good health, take care of a meal at night, and pay for a good job, first come, first served!" ”

"I'm coming!"

"Recruit me, recruit me!"

"I don't want to be paid, just take care of the food!"

The people around him were crazy, shouting loudly and squeezing up, if it weren't for those protections, the middle-aged man with a fat body might have been squeezed flat by them.

"Come one by one, don't rush!" The middle-aged man said with a smile on his face, because he often wore a smiling face, and brought everyone a job to eat, so that everyone called him the Smiling Buddha behind his back.

This middle-aged man's smile is indeed from the heart, if in the previous days when the world was still peaceful, he was tired and hard work, spending a lot of money and not necessarily asking someone to help, now it's fine, just give a few moldy steamed buns to pass away, wages? Inexistent.

Fu Ying finally squeezed to the front with a lot of effort, he was very strong, and he was selected without accident, and after selecting enough fifty people, he was taken somewhere together.

When everyone was taken to the outside of a village, the man who led them said with a serious expression: "You all listen to me, after you go inside, give me a quiet job, don't talk to each other, let alone ask what is being carried, otherwise, be careful of your life!" ”

After the man finished speaking, he brought everyone to the gate of the village, and handed over another person to take everyone into the village, and came to a large warehouse, and asked everyone to carry the bags of hemp in the big warehouse to the wooden cart at the other exit of the village, and a group of fierce people did not know where to carry them.

Although the contents of the sack could not be seen, Fu Ying, who was as careful as a hair, still guessed the contents of the bag from some clues.

The contents of the sack were divided into two kinds, one was small and the other was like a stone, and this Fu Ying noticed it after carrying it a few times.

Each sack was very clean, as if it had been deliberately cleaned before shipment, so that no clues could be found, but Fu Ying saw a little bit of fine white particles and a few iron filings that almost no one would notice in the cracks of the warehouse doors.

Combining the two, Fu Ying can basically be sure of the contents of these sacks, which are table salt and iron ore!

Although he already had an idea in his heart, Fu Ying didn't rush to leave in order not to attract the attention of others, and did it with the others at night, after eating cold and hard steamed buns, he planned to leave.

At this moment, a man with a white beard hurried over from outside the village. The head of this village, that is, the middle-aged man who recruited Fu Ying and them to come here to do things, immediately stepped forward and whispered to the white-bearded man for a while.

The middle-aged man coughed and said to the man who was about to leave: "Now that Tu Guan needs a lot of manpower, who wants to help?" Give twenty dollars! ”

There is money to make, of course everyone wants to do it, but at this time, everyone is basically exhausted, and it is a little difficult to walk, and they really don't have the strength to do things anymore, so there are not many who promised, although Fu Ying is also very tired, but he always feels that this thing is a little unusual, so he also agreed.

So Fu Ying and a few others were taken out of the village by the gray-bearded old man, and were blindfolded, and quickly sent to another village in a simple carriage.

"Lao Wu, I have found a few people, have you seen enough?" The gray-bearded old man said as he walked in with Fu Ying and them.

Fu Ying immediately discovered that this village courtyard was actually a weapon making workshop! All kinds of weapons are being made in an intense and orderly manner, and the weapon that has been made the most is still the most commonly used scimitar by the Turks!

"Not only selling salt and iron, but also selling weapons directly to the Turks? That's too bold, isn't it? Fu Ying was shocked for a while.

Lao Wu, the steward of this place, immediately arranged Fu Ying and others to help everywhere, and then said to the white-bearded man: "The top suddenly increased the amount of production, and let us complete it within a limited time, these people are still not enough, you can find some more people!" ”

The white beard complained: "If it's morning, there are as many people as you want, it's hard to find people at this time, I'll do my best!" ”

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Fu Ying did heavy work all day during the day, and the work in this workshop was not easy at this time, his body was really a little unbearable, and when he was busy until midnight, he couldn't hold it up, and he fainted, and the steward Lao Wu immediately asked him to return him to a wilderness.

After those left, Fu Ying slowly woke up, looked at his embarrassed appearance, and couldn't help but smile bitterly.

At this time, it was freezing cold, Fu Ying didn't dare to stay for a long time, and after seeing a faint light, he walked there. After approaching, it turned out to be a small dilapidated temple, with firewood burning in the center of the main hall, four kinds of fires, and many people in tattered clothes slept horizontally.

After looking for a long time, Fu Ying finally found a small open space, reluctantly lay down, and soon fell asleep.

Early in the morning, before Fu Ying had slept enough, he heard someone shouting something, he got up and walked outside the ruined temple, and saw many people surrounding a person who was foaming at the mouth.

I only heard the man say: "Selling yourself to a big family as a slave, although you are not free, you don't have to worry about food and clothing, and you sleep in a clean house, this opportunity is not always available, you have to hurry!" ”

Fu Ying heard that it was a big family recruiting slaves, so he didn't care, but when he was about to leave, he heard an old man pull a young man who was about to move, and said in a low voice: "I can't go, let's go!" ”

The young man looked puzzled and said, "Daddy, why can't you go?" ”

"I said I can't go, I just can't go!" The old man said, and with a nervous expression, he pulled the young man back and walked away.

Fu Ying felt that something was wrong, so he quietly followed.

When the old man and his son were far away from the Xiaopo Temple, Fu Ying, who was following them, shouted: "Fellow, fellow stay!" ”