"Official, give me some food, give me some food..."

Several refugees with pale faces and thin skin and deep eye sockets surrounded them tremblingly and begged.

"You escaped from Montenegro, are you?"

Yang Yu sighed in his heart, stopped the carriage, and ordered Zhao Qi to distribute the dry food.

"Thank you, thank you!"

The refugees thanked each other very much, and only then did they have time to answer after eating dry food.

They did escape from Heishan City. When they first escaped, there were thousands of people in their group, but now there are only a dozen people.

If you have a little help, you will follow the previous caravan, but you can't stand it. Most of them die next to the road.

Prison Yang gave most of the food to these refugees, telling them that Montenegro was safe and that no epidemic had occurred, and that these refugees would be skeptical.

But they really couldn't walk anymore, so they had to believe in Yu Yang and walked back with dry food.

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Yang Yu sighed in his heart and realized the softening before Wei He.

Without food, people really can't stand it.

I have a little more disgusted with Liu Wenpeng. No matter how vicious the killer is in this world, the person who kills all his life may not be one-tenth of the casualties of Heishan City this time.

The harm of officials is probably even worse than that of bandits.

If the prefectures and counties in Qingzhou were like this, he would doubt how many years the Ming Dynasty could last.

I'm afraid it's not taking date pills?

"Hungry, hungry~"

In the prison car, the third generation of the Iron Sword Gate was also hungry.

Guan Shanshui trembled and stretched out his hand, and finally couldn't resist begging for mercy:

"Master Yang, please give me some stutter..."

Yan Jing closed his eyes in pain, but couldn't say anything angry.

It has been ten days since they were not as good as others eat a day. If it weren't for some snow to eat, they would have starved to death.

"Master Yang, we don't have much dry food..."

Zhao Qi wanted to speak but stopped.

They didn't bring much dry food, and the villages on the road were not supplied, and they didn't encounter half a caravan on the road.

Although I save money, there is not much left.

Of course, this is because there are too many burdens such as the Iron Sword Sect, otherwise their food will be able to support the next county.

"Give some more, give some..."

Shi Yongyan burst into tears and burst into tears, regretting that he ran into the prison car.

"I still have some usefulness in these people, don't really starve to death."

Yang Yu glanced at Guan Shanshui coldly:

"When you helped the evildoer, have you ever thought about how many people were starved to death?"

Guan Shanshui took the cake, but felt that all the gold, silver and jewelry in this world were not as good as its intent.

"Uncle Master..."

Shi Yongyan trembled and grabbed a piece, and the two of them immediately started fighting in the prison car.

Yan Jingluo had a ferocious face, but his internal energy was dispersed. Not only could he not stop it, he was also punched twice.

It's not ugly.

"This has already left the Heishan territory, and it is still 120 miles away from the next county. At my current speed, I should be able to arrive the day after tomorrow."

The convoy set off again, and Yang Yu looked at the map and silently calculated.

It was not because of these death row prisoners who were worried about it, but after eating dry food and iron broad beans for more than ten days, he really couldn't bear it anymore.

In this cold winter, even a mouse cannot be found. No matter how powerful he has, he cannot find a piece of meat.

But the birds really faded out of my mouth.

"The energy storage of the Gluttony Cauldron should be quite different. However, there are still two ingredients in the Kuixing Level Chart. Should I refine the 'Nine Ox and Two Tigers' again, or this bow from Liu Wenpeng?"

Yu Yang was a little hesitant.

In the past ten days, he did not delay his martial arts progress.

I took Yiqi Pills and Blood-Replenishing Pills every day, and I didn’t stop practicing internally or externally. Of course, the one with the biggest progress was the Gluttony Cauldron.

He also exhausted his last two places and went to Liujishan battlefield twice to hone his martial arts.

Of course, I never saw that Prince Zhao.

However, the last time, he independently killed a Xuan Armored Essence Knight.

"Let's learn the Four Symbol Arrow first. With my current martial arts, unless I have good luck, I don't have the chance to fight with Zhang Xuanba."

After making a decision, Yang Yu thought about it and wanted to refine this "sophisticated iron bow".

But I heard Zhao Qi's inexplicable surprise sound from outside:

"Master Yang, not far ahead, there seems to be a tavern!"

"Pub?"

Yu Yang was stunned and lifted the curtain.

I saw that there was a second-story courtyard next to the official road in the distance, with a fence outside, and it seemed that there was a horse.

A white yellow wine flag is floating in the cold wind.

"There is a tavern in this place where the birds don't poop? Mr. Yang, this is not right..."

Jiang was a little uneasy.

This area is five hundred miles away from Heishan and more than one hundred miles away from the next city. Which store can do business here?

Not afraid of starvation?

“This tavern…”

Yang Yu's eyes flashed, and the two of them just kept rushing.

This tavern is located on the official road. If you want to move out of the way, it will take several more days.

The prisoners, seeing a place to cover the cold, suddenly became faster. Only the three people in the prison car had their faces drooping and were dead.

Not long after, Yang Yu had already smelled the aroma of wine and meat.

After a look, I saw that a big pot was being built in that yard, and the broth was rolling and the aroma was scented.

The two big men dressed in shops waved to see Yang Yu and his group:
Chapter completed!