Chunlan resisted the desire to turn back and followed Mr. Zhou onto the suspension bridge that had just been put down.

After crossing the drawbridge, they came to the city wall, and the other party had no intention of opening the door at all, but just lowered a huge basket from the city wall.

Mr. Zhou stepped into the basket with a calm expression, and Chunlan also followed hard.

The basket slowly rose, but in a moment it was pulled up by the officers and soldiers on the wall.

"Later..."

The two bearded old doctors cautiously stepped forward to pulse Zhou Wenbo and Chunlan.

"No problem!"

"No problem!"

The two doctors glanced at each other and exchanged places to reconnect their pulses.

After a long minute, the two doctors finally gave up.

He took a brown liquid out of the medicine box and sprayed it inside and out with a watering can with a thin hole.

Two more soldiers brought two bundles of wormwood, lit them in a tent, and let them go in for a quarter of an hour.

Mr. Zhou and Chunlan couldn't break away from their eyes because of the smell of wormwood, and when they came out, their faces were blackened, and their mouths were a puff of white smoke.

Mr. Zhou was choked enough, and Chunlan was not comfortable.

With this kind of tossing method, I really don't know if they can survive until they meet the head of the Wang family..."Please come with me..."

Hearing the words of the soldier in front of them, Mr. Zhou and Chunlan breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.

At this time, the moon was already in the middle of the sky, and the torches were burning on the towers as bright as day, and looking down from the battlements on the city wall, stacks of corpses formed a huge mound.

Soldiers with their mouths and noses covered carried buckets of oil down the huge basket to the city and poured it on the mountain of corpses.

Rumble!

A wave of heat rose into the sky, turning the night into day.

The outcasts outside the city looked indifferent, as if they were burning not their companions but an unknown beast.

The inexplicable aroma came from the direction of the fire, and many hungry homeless people ran to the fire with red eyes to pick up the charred corpses...

"Gross..."

Chunlan finally couldn't help it, and spit on the city wall.

She may not be able to eat barbecue in the future...

They were in a hurry, they hadn't eaten for almost a day, all they vomited was sour water, and her whole face was wrinkled with bitterness.

Seeing her like this, the soldiers who led the way for them looked at her with a hint of disgust in their eyes.

"Please hurry up, the head of the house is waiting for you..."

Mr. Zhou glanced at Chunlan and sighed slightly.

He took out a few tightly wrapped white-flour steamed buns from the cuff and handed them to the little brother who led the way, "I'm tired..."

The reason why he didn't give gold, gold and silver but steamed buns was also a temptation, and he wanted to use this to test the grain storage situation in Liaocheng...

The little brother was a little disgusted at first, but after opening the paper bag and taking a look, he immediately changed his attitude.

Now that the price of food in the city has risen beyond the sky, the generals who defend the city can barely keep their stomachs from hunger.

These white-flour flatbreads can be exchanged for a lot of coarse grains, which is enough for their whole family to eat several meals...

As soon as Mr. Zhou saw the attitude of the little brother, he had a number of grain stocks in Liaocheng.

"Thank you..."

Chunlan whispered thanks to Mr. Zhou, covered her churning stomach, gritted her teeth and followed.

Mr. Zhou sighed, "There are some things that can't be solved by manpower..."

"What the gentleman said is... If you want to blame it, blame this fucking world..."

The little brother who led the way also sighed, "My wife and clan are all outside the city..."

"The plague is the scourge of destroying the city, and once the gates of this city are opened, all the people of our city will die..."

Mr. Zhou echoed, "What the little brother said is true! The way the world is like this... Difficult..."

The little brother looked gloomy and touched the white-faced cake in his arms, "No matter how difficult the world is... The living shall live their lives..."

No one spoke, and several people were not in high spirits.

There was an ordinary carriage parked under the city tower, and the little brother led Mr. Zhou and the two into the car, and then drove to the palace in person.

The Wang Mansion is located in the most prosperous area of Liaocheng, and many shops can be seen along the way with the logo of the Wang family printed on the plaques.

Two-thirds of the entire Liaocheng industry belongs to the Wang family.

"It's here... Please come with me..."

The little brother led Mr. Zhou and the two walked to the corner door of the palace, and explained to Mr. Zhou in a low voice while knocking on the door regularly.

"Some time ago, Prince Jin Zhi fled here in a hurry with some of his men... He doesn't have a lot to do with the head of the house... It's not too much to be cautious..."

This is the thank you gift for those steamed buns.

The little brother's words revealed several meanings, one of which was that Jin Zhi was also in Liaocheng; second, the Wang family and Jin Zhi did not deal with each other;

Third, Liaocheng is the home of the Wang family, even if Jin Zhi comes, it has nothing to do with the information that the Wang family is hiding; Fourth, the defenders of the city are also members of the Wang family...

The Wang family's influence in Liaocheng is deeper than he imagined, and it also shows that the grain storage situation in Liaocheng is much more serious than they imagined...

Mr. Zhou is quite pleased that a few steamed buns can bring this feedback.

Squeak...

The corner door opened from the inside, and the little brother took Mr. Zhou and them to the second gate and left quietly.

A man who looked like a housekeeper stood guard at the second gate and personally sent them into the courtyard of the head of the house.

Wang Yong, the current head of the Wang family, is a sixty-three-year-old man, but he is old and has always been committed to collecting beautiful women.

It is said that in his backyard there are countless dancing girls and beauties with different styles.

These beauties are all different, but without exception, they are all rare people in the world.

In addition to the entertainment of Wang Yongna's old man, these beauties are also the playthings of his subordinates.

The distinguished guests who came to Wang's house were all proud to be gifted by Wang Yong's beauty...

Mr. Zhou hooked the corners of his mouth without leaving a trace, how will Wang Yong treat Chunlan?

According to the news he got before, Wang Yong has no lady!

"Two of you, please..."

The housekeeper respectfully led the two into the reception room of the hospital.

The reception room is lavishly furnished, with braziers and lavish carpets on the floor.

A few beautiful young masters held the Ugin tray and served them steaming tea soup.

The color of the tea soup is thick, and the condiments such as green onions, ginger, oranges and other condiments can be faintly seen.

Chunlan is also a little unaccustomed to drinking, compared with Yun Niangzi's tea soup, these teas taste too heavy.

Seeing the two distinguished guests put down the teacups in their hands one by one, the beautiful maid who served them tea just now immediately knelt on the ground in horror.

"Are the two distinguished guests dissatisfied with the tea soup served by the slave family?"

"Mr. Wanwang pities the slave family..."

The maids on the ground cried with pear blossoms and rain, and I felt pity, Mr. Zhou shook his fan calmly, and didn't even glance at them.

"Sir, I really don't know how to pity the fragrance and cherish the jade... Look at these little beauties crying... Tsk..."

Before the person arrived, the sound came first.

Mr. Zhou and Chunlan followed the sound and looked over, only to see a thin old man stepping in with a group of beautiful women with fragrant clothes and delicate sideburns.

"The Maharaja..."

Hearing the old man's ridicule, Mr. Zhou stood up unhurriedly and bowed down.

Chunlan sat without moving, her eyes drooping, and she didn't move like a mountain.

Mr. Zhou can worship, but she can't.

After taking out Emperor Ren's private seal, she is no longer an ordinary village girl in Orion Village, she represents the royal family of Qi State, and she is the daughter of Emperor Ren.

The attitude of the Wang family is unknown, but she doesn't have to be very enthusiastic.