Zhao Yu asked Jin Yichuan to disperse with his warriors, while he took Erha alone to the outer reaches of the sky, where the victims gathered.

"Come, come here and let me take a look!"

"Well, although this little girl is skinny, she looks pretty good..."

"What the hell, three steamed buns are not enough?!"

…

When Zhao Yu and Erha came to the outside of Yixiantian where the refugees gathered, they saw that on the outside of Yixiantian, a ten-foot-high anti-horse fence was built with sharp wood.

There was a small opening in the middle of the horse fence. Standing at the small opening were seven or eight strong men with big shoulders and round waists, holding bright horse-cutting knives in their hands.

The reason why the refugees gathered here was because behind the horse fence, there were two baskets of frozen steamed buns.

Some hungry refugees sent their women or daughters-in-law here, and those who were attracted by the strong men could exchange them for three or five steamed buns.

There are also some younger and stronger men who will be gathered directly up the mountain. Although it is a fool's errand to turn someone into a bandit, who cares about that now that it's time?

"Dad, dad, don't leave me, dad..."

Just as Zhao Yu and Erha squeezed in, a strong man was carrying a ragged girl and walked towards the horse stall.

The thin girl was crying and struggling, looking at the skinny man not far away who was stuffing two steamed buns into her mouth.

I saw that the skinny man turned a deaf ear to his daughter's shouts, and just kept stuffing the steamed buns with wild vegetables and noodles into his mouth.

Zhao Yu suddenly remembered that in a film and television drama in his previous life, a corrupt official of great reputation once said that when a person reaches this level, he can no longer be regarded as a human being...

Etiquette, justice, integrity, and family ties.

None of it is as important as the choking steamed bun!

"Come on, come on, our cottage requires not only women of the right age, but also young men no older than twenty-five. As long as you enter the cottage, you will have steamed buns to eat every time!"

At this moment, a strong man standing in the middle shouted vigorously at the refugees surrounding the horse fence.

Just by the look on his face, someone who didn’t know it would have thought it was a market in Datong Prefecture!

Zila...

At this moment, the woman who was being carried into the horse stall by the strong man struggled and fell off the strong man's shoulders, and crawled towards the father who was outside the horse fence without even looking at her.

The strong man was not angry when he saw the girl breaking free. He laughed and then stepped forward and tore off the girl's already thin clothes.

Strong arms wrapped around the woman's neck, lifted her up and pressed her against the horse railing. In broad daylight, he actually wanted to do something inappropriate.

"Um, look, how much is my guy worth?"

Zhao Yu stood on tiptoe and held Erha's neck collar to the outside of the horse fence, and asked the strong man holding the knife in front of him.

Good guy...

Several people who returned to Longshan couldn't help but take a breath when they saw the iron tower-like Erha in front of them.

This guy is even scarier to look at than their boss.

Even the strong man holding down the girl stopped what he was doing and looked towards Zhao Yu and the others.

After leaving the capital, Zhao Yu and others ran all the way. Due to the heavy snow, the fox fur on Zhao Yu's body had already changed color.

The hungry and anxious victims, and some brave ones, would naturally gather a group of people to rob large households.

This kind of thing can be seen every time there is a disaster, and at this moment, Zhao Yu looks like the kind of down-and-out young man from a wealthy family who was robbed by the victims of the disaster.

"Five...no, seven steamed buns!"

When the leader saw the two, his eyes suddenly lit up.

These days, being physically strong is important, and the tendons of this big guy are worth more than six or seven steamed buns.

"Changed!"

Zhao Yu waved his hand and said to the man in the horse stall.

Erha has a black thread on his head... What the hell, am I worth these seven or eight miscellaneous steamed buns?

"Come on, take this top-quality product down!"

The man in the horse stall shouted happily, then turned around and took out seven hard mixed-faced steamed buns from the basket and handed them to Zhao Yu.

Just when Zhao Yu took over the steamed bun, there were countless swallowing sounds all around.

"Oh, I never thought it could be worth so much."

Zhao Yu held the steamed buns in his hands, raised his head and said to the man in the horse stall: "Please show this thing and see how many steamed buns you can exchange for."

Zhao Yu reached into his arms, took out the personal waistband of Jinyiwei Beisi Town Fushi, and handed it over.

"A brass belt, I count you as a...Jinyiwei?!"

The man in the horse stall was about to change his bread when he turned over the waist card and saw the words "Jin Yiwei Beizhen Fu Si" on the front of the Zhao Yu waist card.

really……

When the man recognized the handwriting on the waistband, Zhao Yu completely concluded that these people in front of him were definitely not bandits!

This is not the future society where everyone can study.

Although these high-ranking officials do not need to be from a noble family to study, at least those with a weak family background will definitely not be able to even be a Shu Xiu.

And although the temple has imperial examinations for poor families, this poor family is different from what Zhao Yu understood before.

Here, the meaning of "poor family" definitely does not mean the ordinary working people, but those who have a certain economic foundation. Only families without official connections are worthy of being called "poor families"!

"That's right, Jinyiwei Beisi Town Fushi's personal waistband, can you tell me how much it's worth?"

Zhao Yu came forward happily and asked the man.

"kill!!"

Unexpectedly, after the initial shock, the guy pulled out the sword on his side and slashed towards Zhao Yu's neck.

Whoosh...

Before the man's sword could reach Zhao Yu's eyes, a cold light shot up in the distance, and a crossbow arrow had pierced his left ear hole, and then pierced his entire head.

Rumble…

The thunderous sound of horse hooves sounded, and everyone turned and looked over subconsciously.

I saw more than thirty officers and soldiers wearing soap robes riding out of the mountain col not far away.

Under the leadership of Jin Yichuan, thirty warriors from the Supervisory Headquarters, carrying long and narrow waist knives, came towards the Juma fence on the Xiantiantian side.

Looking at the bandit who had his head pierced by a crossbow arrow and stared with eyes wide open, Zhao Yu sneered and threw away the wotou in his hand, and then pulled out the embroidered spring knife from his waist.

"kill!"

The warriors from the Supervisory Headquarters who came on horseback, when they were still twenty steps away from the horse fence, jumped up on the back of the galloping horse, and rushed towards the bandits running around with their swords.

"What...what kind of monsters are these?!"

The two leading guards who rushed over with them suddenly widened their eyes when they saw the supervisors flying up one by one.

What frightened them even more was that among the thirty warriors, more than half of them had swords blazing out from the sabers they wielded!

"Roar!!"

Seeing that the fight had begun, Erha, who had been replaced by Zhao Yu, roared angrily and grabbed the man beside him who didn't even have time to lift up his belt.

After knocking the guy to the ground with one punch, Erha stretched out his hand and grabbed his ankle. With a low roar, he tore the guy in half alive.
Chapter completed!