A scout rode a fast horse from the post road, carrying a paper coat on his back.

Several guards stationed in the ridge land, seeing the smoke and dust from a distance, immediately raised their long knives and became nervous.

However, when I got closer, I found that this person was dressed in white paper, and he immediately relaxed.

At present, in the entire territory of Li Town, only the Taoist soldiers of Kuchaling will use this kind of paper clothing. Miss Liu has set up some means at the border, and if there are outsiders or foreign objects breaking in, they will be monitored.

When the scout saw the guard, he hurriedly dismounted, and shouted:

"Quick, let the government prepare some carriages, followed by a large number of people from Demoiselle Ridge, about two hundred people. Someone was injured and needed to be carried. ”

When the guards heard the news, they rode their horses towards the ridge.

After a while, he led a bunch of carriages and walked towards the post road.

These horses are very robust and have smooth hair, and are the most common brown horses. The best helper for caravans to transport goods and travel.

Of course, there are also a few fiery red horses interspersed among them, which are quite valuable jujube red horses, which are usually ridden by large families and high-level executives of commercial houses.

Now bad omens are rampant, disasters are endless, and the good horses and beasts that were bred in the past are almost gone. The concept of preferential treatment is also much less, and people are about to run out of food, not to mention horses, which can be fed with some forage and partial spiritual plants, even if it is good.

In a few days, the rye ridge granary was destroyed, and the news of the food shortage had spread all over the ridge. No matter what the shops called, the merchants were reluctant to sell their grain, and perhaps some caravans had surplus grain but were unwilling to sell it.

After all, money can be earned, and if you don't have food to eat, you can't live.

Kuchaling is not a place of production, although there are two special auspicious plants, which are extremely cherished, but at this moment, there is nothing that can be done about the food crisis.

If it weren't for the strength of Kucha Ridge and the ability to shelter everyone, I am afraid that someone would have left, and there would be a conversation in the caravan at this moment.

"Eighth master, I heard that the grain of the Kuchaling Mansion has been used to stabilize the market before, and there is not much left. Now that Rye Ridge is out of food, I'm afraid it ......"

In the carriage, a young man with a felt hat spoke in a low voice, and then looked at his shopkeeper.

The shopkeeper was in his forties, his face was very old, smoking a dry cigarette, and fell silent.

The carriage bumped and went, and the little servant continued:

"I heard that many caravans from other mountains have rushed to Rye Ridge, but they have not been able to get food. However, if you become a businessman controlled by the government, you can get some food subsidies. ”

The shopkeeper still didn't speak, just knocked the cigarette butt out the window.

The little guy glanced out the window, he was already out of the Kuchaling realm, and he became even bolder:

"At this time, Kuchaling is fine, because everyone still has food to eat. After a few months, I don't have anything to eat at all, what should I do, I can't grab it?

It's feasible in troubled times, but I heard that Rye Ridge has a powerful person in charge. It seems that the staff of Loei Province and the patriarch of the big family are no weaker than Thorn Ridge.

As for the master of Kuchaling Mansion, he is indeed strong, but his two fists are difficult to defeat his four hands, and he is alone to be afraid that it will be difficult to support him. ”

The shopkeeper asked gloomily in the smoke: "Li Gou'er, it seems that you have set up a line with the Rye Ridge side, and this time you went to transport grain in vain." ”

Seeing that he was recognized by his own shopkeeper, he no longer hid it, and said in a low voice: "Eighth master, the one who knows the times is Junjie, and the Zhen family followed Kuchaling, was slapped to a date, and was willing to be a dog."

But what do we wandering caravans get? What do we hard-working people get?

It was all stirred up by the newly built market, and the profits were pitiful. It's better to go to Rye Ridge and bring the freight hidden outdoors to make a windfall, and you can also exchange it for food.

If you can encourage the rest of the people to follow, and even transport the human face tea and the hundred hands of gold to the ......"

The eighth master of the tiger thoughtfully, nodded, and said in a low voice: "I'll think about it, you go to the back car to investigate first, and watch closely!" ”

Seeing the shopkeeper's loose mouth, Li Gou'er was happy, so he jumped on the back car and shouted.

After he left, a wanderer wearing a hat suddenly appeared in the car, silent, waiting quietly.

The fierce color in the eyes of the Tiger Eighth Master flashed, and he gestured to the Drifter in a binding posture, and the other party quickly disappeared and walked towards the back of the car.

When the carriage was silent, he cursed secretly:

"Idiot, you don't even know if you've been sold. With these broken cars, how dare you gather people to make trouble, do you really think that Kuchaling is a kind place? ”

Thinking back to the several businessmen who came with him before, they wanted to do something secretly in the turmoil, and they had long since disappeared. Although he claimed to be leaving this place, Hu Ba was a meticulous person, and he had already noticed the other party's whereabouts from the clues.

It is almost the same as entering the Yellow Spring from the bitter tea.

He naturally knew that there was something unusual about the food shortage in Rye Ridge, but the two most powerful mountains were fighting, and the small caravan was involved, didn't it bring about its own destruction?

What's more, compared to his subordinates, he naturally has other news channels, and Kuchaling is short of food, which seems to have taken a turn for the better.

In this case, why not sell personal favors and explore the situation.

"Hoo hoo hoo ~ "

The front shouted continuously, and Hu Ba got out of the car and saw that the post road was full of villagers and elite soldiers.

The villagers were all unfamiliar faces, but seeing that there were a few warriors scattered around him, he knew the identities of these people, and it seemed that they were the people of Demoiselle Ridge.

Many of them were in tattered clothes and covered in blood, and they were in a state of disarray. Some injured people who could not walk were given priority to board the carriage.

Naturally, it is the bitter tea ceremony soldiers who maintain order, and they are full of spirit.

Not only that, Hu Ba, who was familiar with the Dao soldiers, also counted the number of people, which was almost the same as before.

What does this mean? Kuchaling went to the rescue of Grass Ridge, and it was almost unscathed, and its strength was simply terrifying.

Hu Ba walked to the front with a smile, helping to direct the people to transport, and guiding the way for the healthy, working very hard, but it attracted the admiration of the Taoist soldiers.

However, after settling down at this moment, Li He and Ling Qiong have disappeared, so this sale was not seen by the main owner, but Hu Ba didn't feel pity in his heart, and still showed sincerity.

He had a hunch that the group of Dao soldiers in front of him might be the solid pillar of Kuchaling in the future.

Li Gou'er was right, a powerful Taoist priest alone could not maintain the prosperity of the Lingdi. Since he knows everything, can Li He not know?

Rye Ridge and other places are secretly recruiting troops, but Kucha Ridge is afraid that it will improve faster.

This is not a blind guess, but Huba's years of experience in traveling south and north, he feels that the background of Kuchaling is deeper.

The cool breeze blew, and the fragrance of tea was pleasant, but Hu Ba trembled involuntarily, as if some strange gaze had moved away from him, and then he walked into the crowd and began to settle people.

In the green tea field, a paper painting floats, and the frightened and panicked face is gradually blending into the painting.

At this moment, his body has been twisted into a twisted flower, and only his head is hanging outside the painting, unable to speak, and sobbing is flowing.

Liu Ruhua stood aside, enjoying the tea that the faceless maidservant girl had ground for her, she looked at the Lingquan Mountains in the distance, and said slowly:

"Thunder means, relieve all suffering, this is mercy!"

"If there is really hell, can you still suffer now? If you dare to start with bitter tea, you must weigh yourself and whether you are qualified. ”

Liu Ruhua took a sip of tea, but suddenly turned to the maid and smiled:

"What's the matter, the words just now are the words of a few books marked by the master, very philosophical, right?"

The servant girl trembled lightly and nodded hurriedly.

Saying the most good things and doing the most evil things, she has no thoughts of good and evil at all, and the only anchor is Li He.

I can't imagine that without Li He's control, this beautiful paper girl would be worse than a bad omen?

Hopefully that day doesn't happen.

The maidservant couldn't help but bury her head lower.