It was just dawning, and Shandong Province bordered other provinces.

Groups of ragged and dusty refugees, the number is about tens of thousands or nearly ten thousand. They are all supporting each other, walking along the road with numb, tired or desolate expressions!

In the team, children cried from time to time, and some people fainted from hunger.

The severe drought, locust plague, bandits, sudden temperature changes, government and landlords bully, and tying taxes are more powerful than tigers, making them lose their homes and become nothing.

But because they had nothing, they chose to wander around.

As early as in the disaster area, I vaguely heard someone telling from time to time that there is a Longhou of the Four Seas in Shandong who has always been kind to refugees. Therefore, everyone supports each other and is determined to come to Shandong to get lucky.

At this moment, I had a journey of more than a thousand miles, had no money to stay in a hotel, bought food, and even less money to hire a carriage. I slept on the road and walked to the edge of Shandong with my legs.

Maybe even they themselves can't explain clearly how they persevere.

To survive, their wish is so simple, just to survive. They don’t seek wealth, but to survive!

Seeing that they were not far from Shandong, they didn't have breakfast and set off before dawn. They finally persevered near Linqing.

However, it has reached its limit.

Among the refugees, a little boy about eight years old was holding his grandfather's hand and staggering forward. Suddenly, he saw a pavilion selling breakfast not far away. The fragrance of steamed buns came, causing the boy's belly to roar.

The next second, he couldn't help but shake his grandfather's hand and whispered: "Grandpa, I'm so hungry..."

The boy's words immediately resonated with other children around him.

The boy's grandfather was an old man over fifty years old. His wrinkled face was covered with dust and vicissitudes. After hearing his grandson's call, he saw that his grandson was looking at him pitifully, his face was thin and yellow, and his eyes were filled with tears.

The old man's eyes were wet, hesitated for a moment, untied the package on his back, touched it with his trembling hands for a long time, and took out half a piece of dry bun noodles. He hesitated for a moment, broke half of the dry bun noodles in half, but it was as hard as dry iron, and then handed one of them to his grandson.

"Hu'er, eat a piece of dry steamed bun to squeeze your stomach first. We will arrive at the fief of the Longhou of Sihai, Linqing in a while. I heard that a porridge shed will be opened there, and then grandpa will get you hot porridge."

After Hu'er saw the small half piece of dry bun noodles handed over by his grandfather, he knew that it was the last food for the whole family. However, his eyes turned red and suddenly pushed away his grandfather's hand, then shook his head and said, "Grandpa, Hu'er suddenly is not hungry, so let's keep it for us to eat later."

Seeing Hu'er so sensible, a trace of guilt flashed in the old man's eyes, and wiped the tears of his empty eyes. He had already cried so much that there was no tears. After a moment of silence, he took the dry steamed buns into the package, sighed and continued on the road.

When the other refugees saw this, they sighed, pulled their children tightly, and never looked at the stall again, but just walked silently.

Going to Linqing, going to Shandong, going to the fiefdom of Longhou of Sihai, and living is already their last hope!

The refugee situation attracted the attention of pedestrians around them. When they saw the tragic situation of the refugees, they couldn't help but shook their heads and sighed. Some kind-hearted people knew that they could not provide help, but they were still qualified to be a leader.

So, locals pointed out the direction for these refugees to the fiefdom of Longhou, the Four Seas of Linqing.

Not long.

When the refugees arrived not far from Zhu Zilong's fiefdom in Linqing, almost at the moment, suddenly, a huge city stood in front of everyone. There were a few big words above:

"The Longhou of the Four Seas, the fief of Linqing"

The village crosses the banks of the Juma River. Standing on the road on the ridge, you can vaguely see that behind the village wall, along the river banks, and on the edge of the mountain, there are continuous houses, row by row, and I don’t know how many houses there are.

Above the city wall, a golden dragon, five-star red flag fluttered in the wind, full of domineeringness.

At the intersection, I can only see the front, and I have already prepared for it.

I saw hundreds of big pots set up on the scene, and more than a hundred and ten soldiers were responsible for maintaining order. Many people held up their trumpets and shouted loudly: "Recruiting blacksmiths!" "Recruiting carpenters!" "Recruiting bricklayers!" "Recruiting miners!" "Recruiting young and strong!" "Recruiting sailors!" "Recruiting logistics personnel!" "Recruiting farmhouses!"

"A child can have free two meals a day. After the observation period, outstanding people can enter the school!"

Seeing the big mountain village in front and looking at the golden dragon five-star red flag fluttering in the wind, the refugees were excited.

Soon, they arrived under the village wall. On the village wall, some soldiers wearing hats and helmets and well-armored armor were also watching them.

These soldiers were all strong and stubborn, with sharp eyes and full of oppression. Compared with the Ming officers and soldiers outside, they seemed to be the difference between tigers and local dogs.

Next to the officers, there were fierce hunting dogs.

When they entered the village gate, they saw several rows of soldiers holding bird guns standing on both sides of the gate. They all had a stern face and looked at them without squinting. From them, they could feel an indescribable aura, and the refugees felt like they entered different worlds.

It’s really a strong army!

There is a huge flat field outside the village, and there is no problem with accommodating tens of thousands of people.

Under the guidance of the soldiers, the refugees began to queue up in an orderly manner and prepare to receive food.

A gang soldier shouted: "Don't worry, Longhou's fiefdom, all the porridge and rice are free."

"Free porridge?" The refugees immediately felt refreshed when they heard this.

"Mom, the Jun Ye said, "You don't have to pay for your meal." In the team, a withered and thin little girl said to her parents excitedly.

"Be good at Yaya, Yaya will have a full meal later." The little girl's parents were moved in tears in an instant.

There are many similar scenes, but after crying, the refugees all had a rare smile on their faces.

Soon, the refugees lined up slowly moved forward, and everyone who received the food would instinctively kneel down to the portrait of Zhu Zilong to thank him.

After taking the food, the refugees had just finished eating it.

Someone would come and whisper to explain that those who want to work and more food can work. So the refugees were guided to the other side.

"Name? Who? Age? What did you do before, how long have you been doing..." The recorders repeated the recruitment department.

After the record is completed, Zhu Zilong’s staff will hand them a sign and say, “Please hold the sign, take your family with you, and go there for a physical examination first!”

Then, he sent this person away and shouted again: "Next."

The scenes of the same analogy are repeated one after another.

Soon, the physical examination department.

Whether standing or standing, the black refugees were filled with all kinds of accents, and they had all kinds of luggage beside them. Of course, they were mostly ragged and ugly.

"Should you keep your big items in place, and this department is responsible for the supervision and will not be lost..." The gang members repeated the scene.
Chapter completed!