Jing Yannian's attention was instantly attracted by Jing Beihan, and he turned to him and began to tell him in detail about what happened that night.

After hearing that Jing Yan pushed the Bai clan to the wild wolf and fled by herself, only to die tragically in the wolf's mouth, Jing Beihan just sneered.

"It's really a virtue to be with her brother."

Her brother in Jing Beihan's mouth is naturally Jing Xiaolin.

Jing Yannian agreed very much, in the past in Wuwei Houfu, Jing Xiaolin often went with Jing Yan and took advantage of Jing Beihan's absence to bully him.

Such a person deserves to die.

Everyone cautiously continued to hurry, during which Song Chatou and several yacha were very vigilant, for fear that there would be any more disasters such as mudslides.

The second half of the road in Yiqi Mountain was relatively calm, there were no mudslides and no wild wolves, but somehow, Song Chatou always felt a little uneasy in his heart.

The heavy rainstorm in the past few days, coupled with the mudslide before, always feels that it is not a good sign.

After walking through Yiqi Mountain, even if it is completely far away from the boundary of Kyoto, the sky is high here, and the emperor is far away, and Song Chatou finally does not need to carry a heart.

Along the way, Zuo Xingyan and Jing Yannian picked a lot of herbs.

Jing Jingnian's daughter has been close to Jing Yannian after the previous wild wolf incident.

Originally, it was because Jing Jingnian's wife was afraid that Fan's would not like it, so she didn't let her daughter Yuanyuan contact Zuo Xingyan.

It's different now, Fan's no longer cares about this, Yuanyuan no longer has any scruples, anyway, she doesn't need to tie a rope on the mountain road, and Song Chatou doesn't care, she always runs to the back of the team and goes to Jing Yannian and Zuo Xingyan to play.

"Little uncle, second aunt, is this the herb you are looking for?"

Yuan Yuan held a small green grass in his hand, and showed it to Zuo Xingyan and the others with great interest.

Zuo Xingyan recognized it as a herb, and after taking it, he praised Yuanyuan, and rewarded her with a piece of candy, making the little girl so beautiful that she was bubbling.

Yang looked back and saw that Yuanyuan and Zuo Xingyan got along so harmoniously, and he was also relieved.

After another day and a half of hard work, at noon the next day, everyone finally came out of Yiqi Mountain.

If it weren't for the delay due to mudslides and detours, it is estimated that I would have been able to get out a day earlier.

Finally leaving the mountain road, not only Song Chatou, but also the Jing family's hearts were finally relaxed.

Witnessing the tragic death of a loved one, it is impossible for anyone to remain indifferent.

It is estimated that from now on, no one in the Jing family will want to set foot in Yiqi Mountain again.

Out of Yiqi Mountain, another half a day's journey, you will arrive at the boundary of Xuzhou.

Xuzhou is a water city, the boundaries of the territory is crossed by a number of rivers, the local people live on water, and many commodities and goods are also transported by water.

If you want to pass through Xuzhou, it is essential to take a boat, Song Chatou wanted to let the Yacha rent two boats, but the Yacha did not go a few steps away, and saw a large number of ordinary people running not far away.

Yacha stopped and looked at it fixedly, and his face became a little solemn.

The people looked a little embarrassed, their clothes dirty, and their expressions were quite anxious, as if they were running for their lives.

"My lord, something is not quite right with those people." The yacha hurriedly turned around and went back to report to Song Chatou.

Song Chatou asked the Yacha to tie the rope back to the Jing family and let them wait on the side of the road.

Then he stepped forward himself, waited for the crowd to approach, and grabbed one of the older old men and asked, "Uncle, where are you going?" ”

"You're an official?"

The old man saw that the clothes on Song Chatou were not like ordinary people, and he didn't dare to talk nonsense.

Song Chatou hurriedly explained that he was only an official who escorted the exiled prisoners, not a local official.

When the old man heard this, he breathed a sigh of relief, and then hurriedly persuaded Song Chatou.

"Don't go that way, there is a flood over there, and a lot of people have been washed away, and even our village has been washed away by the flood, so let's take a detour."

He said, pointing his hand back in the direction the group had come.

Song Chatou frowned and looked at the large number of fleeing people behind him, "Then where are you going?" ”

"Let's go north, there is no flood over there, and the officials will definitely not ignore us."

The old man seems to have illusions about the imperial court.

To the north, in the direction of Kyoto, at the foot of the Son of Heaven, they were full of thoughts that when they got there, they would be able to live again.

Song Chatou thought of the imperial court that framed Zhongliang and sacrificed innocent lives in order to kill Jing Beihan, and his heart was cold.

"Uncle, this place is nearly a thousand miles away from Kyoto, and if you can't settle down there, it's too late to come back." Song Chatou couldn't help but dissuade.

The old man looked sad, "My son and daughter-in-law were all washed away by the flood, the crops were flooded, and the home was gone, if you don't go with everyone, where else can you go?" ”

Lao Baixin, whose homes were destroyed by the disaster, is a homeless person.

These displaced people could not be evacuated by the local magistrates, so they had to flee with their families to other towns or go directly to Kyoto.

They hoped that the Son of Heaven would see their suffering, and that someone would bring relief money to save them.

But Zhumen's wine and meat stink, and there are frozen bones on the road.

Those who are in high positions only care about their own eating, drinking, and pleasure, where will they care about the life and death of the poor people?

Song Chatou watched the old man support his wife and follow the team to the north, he knew that these people might not be able to go to Kyoto, and it was estimated that they would die halfway.

But he can't stop it, in the face of natural and man-made disasters, no matter how powerful people are, they will seem small, and no one can save these people.

Song Chatou sighed in his heart, turned around and waved at the yacha, signaling them to bring the prisoners over and continue walking.

It was impossible to take a detour, even if there was a flood on the road ahead.

Now Song Chatou doesn't dare to delay for a quarter of an hour.

They continued to walk forward, and Zuo Xingyan watched those yellow-faced and thin-skinned refugees walk by, and he remembered the end of the world.

After the end of the world, the mental outlook of ordinary people who have no special abilities is very similar to that of these refugees, there is no hope, and it is difficult to even live.

Maybe ordinary people after the end of the world will be worse than these refugees.

"Can they be saved if they go to Kyoto?" Zuo Xingyan couldn't help but ask Jing Beihan.

Jing Beihan's face was indifferent, watching the refugees pass by, and said in a low voice: "They can't enter Kyoto." ”

Most of these refugees would be killed or injured on the way, and even if they were lucky enough to make it to Kyoto, they would be treated as mustard by the imperial court, and they would be stopped outside and given something that even dogs would not eat.

When the refugees could not stand the uprising, they had a reason to suppress them and kill them all.

It's not that there has been a famine before, and Kyoto is a magnificent scene, while the people thousands of miles away are starving.

At that time, in order to please a favorite concubine, the emperor mobilized the people to send people to find the shark pearl in the East China Sea, but he never thought of giving the people a way to live.

Such an emperor is not worthy of being a king.

Zuo Xingyan looked at Jingbei Hansenran's face and didn't ask much.