After taking care of these homeless refugees for the time being, Fu Xiaowa returned to the horse farm, and he found a very strict problem, that is, there was not enough to feed the horses.

The feed was rationed, and he took a lot of barley to help the refugees, and now a large chunk of the horse's feed is missing.

The horses that were not full were barking happily, but Fu Xiaowa had no choice but to bring a sickle and ride a horse to wander outside the city, although it was more dangerous, Fu Xiaowa still had to go out.

After wandering around the city, he finally found a large amount of horse grass on a hillside, and he jumped off his horse and began to harvest it, tying it one by one, and then collecting the bales into a treasure bag that could hold several wagons of grass, from dawn to dark, until late at night.

In the dark night, the outside of the city was empty and gloomy, and the sound of brushing and mowing still sounded on the grass.

Fu Xiaowa straightened up and stretched, suddenly his bones gurgled, he looked around, it was pitch black, and he didn't know what time it was.

The black fish didn't know where he was looking for food for a while, he hadn't fed it for so many days, saying that he was raised by his stepmother, and he would never be with Fu Xiaowa again.

He estimated that by this time he had cut several carts, which should be enough for the rations of fifty war horses. But what about tomorrow's barley, there are still so many refugees waiting, and that's an even bigger gap.

Only take one step at a time, go back first. Exhaled a breath, the night dew was slightly cool, and just as Fu Xiaowa was about to get on his horse and leave, he could vaguely see a few torches under the hillside slowly swimming between the mountain roads, and it seemed that there was a team of people passing by.

Fu Xiaowa stopped getting on the horse and quietly crouched in the grass. Observe who is on the path down the mountain.

As the people got closer and closer, Fu Xiaowa could already see clearly that under the light of the torches, it was soldiers in foreign military uniforms, and these soldiers were escorting something, carrying several carriages in sacks.

A convoy like this is very reminiscent of a noun, grain and grass.

Fu Xiaowa's eyes suddenly lit up, grain and grass, isn't this exactly what he needs at the moment?

Fu Xiaowa counted, a total of more than a dozen people. These people should be fine. He tore a piece of cloth from his clothes and put it over his face, and then sneaked down the mountain road at night.

At this time, the escorted Batu soldiers were unaware of the danger approaching, and at this time, Fu Xiaowa suddenly came out of the grass, stood on the avenue and shouted: "I drove this road." This tree is my carry. If you want to fight this. Stay and buy the road money!"

Suddenly, the other party's Batu soldiers were startled, and looked in all directions in a panic with knives, thinking that they had been ambushed.

It's been a long time. There was no movement around, and many Batu soldiers finally realized that there was only this one person, and immediately hugged their stomachs and laughed, and said some words that Fu Xiaowa couldn't understand.

Only then did Fu Xiaowa know that he was talking for nothing, and these people couldn't understand his words at all. However, he still had to prove his danger, he pointed to the carriage behind him, pointed to the ground, told them to stay, and then pointed to the side and told them to get out of the way, otherwise, wipe their necks with their hands, and kill them if they didn't roll.

These dozen or so soldiers will not be frightened by the two stunned people who suddenly jumped out, how to say that there are more than a dozen people here, bang, all bright knives.

A moment later, there were more than a dozen groaning and wailing soldiers lying on the ground, Fu Xiaowa clapped his hands, swaggered to the carriage, kicked a knife on the ground, poked it into the sack, and saw the white rice flowing out, and it was indeed grain.

Fu Xiaowa unceremoniously put the big bags of grain into the treasure bag, only half of it, the treasure bag was full, although he felt a pity, he still gave up.

After the sack, Fu Xiaowa rode away on his war horse.

The wailing soldiers eased up, counted the number of people, and found that none of them were missing, all of them were only wounded, and only half of the food was taken, which made them feel strange in fear.

Fu Xiaowa, who returned with a full load, transported food to the refugee area overnight.

The dead and silent city of Haocheng, the remote alleys and alleys, the silence in the dark night, a group of homeless people nest here, helpless, without a future, without knowing tomorrow.

The barley during the day can barely survive the brink of death, but hunger still surrounds everyone.

Hearing this, the sound of horses' hooves was so noticeable in the dark night, and then a horse galloped at the mouth of the alley, neighing and raising its hooves to stop.

Everyone looked at it with great concentration, and it was the benefactor they had met today.

Fu Xiaowa jumped off the horse, shook the treasure bag, and dropped a few hemp bags from it.

Everyone was very puzzled why the life-saving benefactor came late at night, but seeing the excited look on the face, the village chief groped his way to stand up, walked to the sack on the ground, bowed down, held the white flower rice from the ground with trembling hands, and couldn't help but lose his voice: "Grain, it's food!"

The refugees, who had been starving, were more excited than anything else when they heard the food, and the crowd boiled.

Fu Xiaowa patted his chest and said, "From now on, you don't have to worry about starving, as long as I am here, there will be no day when you are hungry!"

"Benefactor, our great benefactor, we exiles, helpless, if not benefactor, we have died in a foreign land, benefactor, please accept our worship!"

"Everyone, please get up!" Fu Xiaowa jumped off the horse and helped everyone up one by one.

The old village chief wiped away his tears and said: "We are already desperate, we don't even look forward to tomorrow, either starve to death today or tomorrow, it's just a matter of time, the government doesn't care about us, no one cares about us, we are just small victims in this war, no one will remember, no one will pay attention!"

Fu Xiaowa said: "Everyone will not be small, whether it is the emperor or the people, life is equally precious, don't give up, we will definitely be able to survive this disaster!"

Fu Xiaowa's voice moved everyone to tears, and they had something to rely on from then on. This is their only reliance.

The next day, Fu Xiaowa fed the horses, cleaned up the treasure bag, and rode the small war horse out of the city with great interest. Outside the city was dangerous, and Fu Xiaowa was all over the mountains to find the troops who were escorting the grain and grass.

And today's luck is not so good, the troops escorting the grain and grass are encountered, but they encounter a team of hundreds of people. It was a bitter battle, and Fu Xiaowa finally got the people and then took less than a tenth of their food.

Those Batu soldiers were inexplicably beaten, but there were not many things that were robbed.

With these things happening. Batu's army immediately took notice. Increase the number of people escorting grain and grass, and use elite soldiers. Fu Xiaowa's difficulty in grabbing grain has increased again, but he always has a way to grab grain and dig a trap. Set up an ambush. He even disguised himself as a Batu soldier and mixed in with the team to carry out a sneak attack. Time. The transportation of grain and grass for Batu's army was so messed up that even the time of the attack was changed.

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