At the beginning of the northern region, the sky was just dawning.

At this time, Sumy was already bustling with pedestrians, but after a catastrophe, at this moment, few people passed by the open city gate.

Outside the door, two black-clothed sergeants stood up straight with spears, and when someone passed by, they only glanced twice, and did not come forward to interrogate.

Sumy City is the most important medicinal material distribution place in the east of Wuping, the more winter, the more lively, but the two strict military camps outside the city silently remind the business travelers, Sumy City is no longer the Sumei they are familiar with, whether they can make a living here in the future, it depends on the eyes of these military masters.

Two young merchants in blue robes paused outside the city of Samui for a long time, as if they were hesitant to enter the city. The two sergeants had already seen them a few times, and the two men were obviously not natives of Sumy, and when they finally made up their minds to enter the city, the soldiers defending the city had no intention of interrogating them.

Su Mei suddenly encountered a catastrophe, and had already scared away many merchants, Zu Zhe repeatedly told the soldiers defending the city to question the people who entered the city.

Young merchants wander aimlessly around the city, rarely stopping.

There were not many pedestrians in the city, and most of them were in a hurry, and the two idle merchants looked eye-catching.

Sumy City is not small, the two of them have only seen half the city for an hour, and when they saw that it was lunch time, the two found a dilapidated small teahouse on the corner of the street and walked in.

This small teahouse is like an ordinary private house, not spacious, and the five pine tea tables in the center look cramped, and the tables and stools are polished to a shiny finish, but they are not greasy and not offensive.

As soon as the two of them found a table in the back and sat down, the owner of the teahouse came over with a teapot and bowl.

Although the green tea in our store is not a famous tea, it is picked by the little old man on the mountain outside the city, and it is absolutely fresh. "There is only one shopkeeper in this small teahouse, and his age is estimated to be similar to Fu Botao, but he is an ordinary person who has no cultivation, with gray hair, wrinkled face, and a little hunched back.

This small teahouse is located in a remote location, and there is no row of noodles, so it must be deserted on weekdays, and the store is very enthusiastic about the arrival of these two.

Two bowls of hot green tea were served on the table, the tea fragrance was overflowing, although it was not a famous tea, this simple fragrance made the two of them feel refreshed, and swept away the feeling of depression since entering the city.

"There is a Lao shop, why has this Samui City become like this?" Qiao He took a sip of green tea, and saw that the shop had no customers to greet, so he chatted with him.

The two of them are not good-looking, and they don't look abrupt at all when they dress up as businessmen, but it is convenient for them to enter Sumy to investigate.

Along the way, only 30% of the shops in Samui City are still in business, the rest of the shops are either in ruins or the doors are closed, the streets are full of white flags to pay tribute to the souls of the dead, walking on the street is very depressing, ordinary people are afraid that they will feel eerie and terrifying, and naturally few people still have the heart to do some business.

The old shopkeeper sighed, and told the two about the events of that day, even after half a month, the old man was still terrified in retrospect, and he didn't know how he survived the catastrophe that day.

The old man's teahouse has only a few old customers on weekdays, and the income is meagre and barely able to maintain its business, and those Busheng rebels have been extorting merchants in the city all the year round, so they naturally know where there is oil and water, and this teahouse has also escaped.

But none of the old guests survived that night......

"Little Lao'er also climbed the city wall to cheer for the herd of livestock that day, alas!" The old shopkeeper's eyes were red, and there were tears rolling in his already cloudy and dry eyes.

From the old man's words, Qiao He already understood the events of the day, and he really couldn't bear to let the old man suffer from that memory anymore, Qiao He got up and saluted the old man, "I'm sorry, brother, you shouldn't mention such a sad thing." ”

A small tranquilization spell was sent out along with these words, and the old man was instantly relieved from that sadness.

The old shopkeeper hurriedly waved his hand and said, "It's okay, it's okay, no one has talked to the little old man for a few days, but it made the two of them laugh." Wait a minute, I'll cook some side dishes for you, it's really not easy to come here to do business at a young age!"

As the old shopkeeper turned to leave, Qiao He and Fu Botao glanced at each other, and lost interest in talking for a while.

Zu Zhe did not lie, Sumy City was broken, and the "credit" of Bu Sheng's victory was not small. What they have seen and heard today, the two of them can reproduce the tragic scene when the city was broken, Zu Zhe can restore Su Mei to this day within half a month, which has impressed the two of them, breaking the order is as easy as breaking a vase, and it is difficult to restore it.

According to this scene, the value of Sumy City is going to be greatly reduced, it will not be easy to restore to the pre-war prosperity in three years, I am afraid that it will not be easy, if you want to rebuild the city, you need to invest a lot of money, and Sumy City will be a heavy burden in a short period of time, maybe you can convince Zuzhe and Gunault?

Outside the store, there was a sudden commotion, breaking the silence of the city.

Qiao He got up, put two crystals on the table, and walked out of the teahouse with Fu Botao.

The noise was not far from them, and many Sumy people poked their heads out of the closed doors and windows, but very few actually dared to open the doors and go out into the streets.

A burly man jerked a middle-aged woman in mourning clothes to the ground, still carrying a shiny object in his arms, and I don't know what it was.

The man was very athletic, and after getting rid of the woman's entanglement, he ran in the direction of the city gate......

The woman wailed in despair on the side of the street: "Catch the thief! Who will catch the thief......! It is the ancestral shrine of the owner...... Who's going to help us!"

Many people saw this scene, but no one dared to say anything.

The neighborhood knew this woman, who had been running a flower shop in Samui for more than 20 years, and that her husband and son had died in the disaster. Seeing her encounter such a thing again, the neighbors were all sympathetic, but in such a situation, who would dare to stand up for her?

The thief did not encounter the slightest obstacle, and in a blink of an eye ran to the corner of the street and disappeared without a trace......

But where are the patrol soldiers of the garrison? These merchants now also know that the garrison is still outside the city, although it is to avoid disturbing the people, but there is a gap for changing the guard and eating, for example, at this moment......

The woman sat down on the ground, and for a moment sadness, anger, and despair all came to her heart, and instead of crying, she giggled, but tears rolled down like beads.

The laughter is getting louder and louder, making people's hearts hairy, she is going crazy.

Qiao He couldn't bear to see this tragic scene, so he wanted to help, but found that Fu Botao beside him not only had no intention of making a move, but his face did not change slightly, but he looked at it with great interest.