Back at this familiar and unfamiliar home, Liu Hao felt very novel and was about to walk around the Liu Mansion first.

He turned halfway through his enthusiasm, suddenly found a problem and asked with a frown: "Brother Cao, the guardians in our yard seem to be a little weak."

According to his observation, among the servants of the Liu Mansion, there were only about fifty families, and it was indeed not enough to guard such a large house.

Cao Zhengchun hurriedly bowed and said, "The lord is as wise as a torch and has a comprehensive thought. In recent years, the Yellow Turban chaos has been destroyed by the court. Although the remaining soldiers fled to various places, they turned into bandits. On the hill not far away, there was a group of strong men plundering merchants. The old slave was preparing to recruit some powerful family soldiers to protect the lord Zhouquan."

Liu Hao nodded, feeling a little regretful: With his current family background, he is considered a wealthy family, but it would be too great to recruit a family soldier of 500 people.

To achieve great things in troubled times, money is an inevitable problem.

What should be considered next is the issue of making money.

When it comes to making money, the most profitable person in this era was the emperor. He sold official positions and titles and received unknown amounts of money.

Even the eunuchs in the palace were all fat and rich, and they could rival the country.

"Master, it's bad, no, there's a large group of refugees coming out of the door."

While Liu Hao was thinking, a maid hurriedly ran in outside, running out of breath and panting, almost tripping.

When Liu Hao heard the refugee, he felt tight, held her arm, and asked hurriedly: "How many people are there?"

The refugees in this era are all poor families who cannot eat enough. Once they are desperate, they will end up as a bandit.

So Liu Hao was still a little vigilant.

The maid blushed and said with a slight slight note: "Master, I didn't see clearly, there are about several hundred people."

"Go and call General Cao, summon all the soldiers, go out and take a look. By the way, you go and cook some porridge first."

Liu Hao ordered solemnly that the maid took the order and left quickly.

Not long after, Liu Hao led Cao Zhengchun and the Liu Mansion's family soldiers to open the door.

With a creaking sound, the Zhuhong door opened. Seeing the scene in front of him, Liu Hao couldn't help but take a breath.

I saw many people standing outside, both old and young, all of whom had noodles and dishes, as if they hadn't eaten for a few days.

"Ding, the host triggered the task, resettled refugees, and rewarded the task, and brewed a pot of flowers and immortals."

The Immortal Brew of Flowers: a king-level treasure, collects the essence of the flowers, is pure and yin, and condenses the nectar of the world. It has the effect of maintaining the beauty for ten years. When the user is over twenty-eight years old, his appearance will be reduced by ten years.

"A king-level treasure? For women, this is simply a magic pill that goes against the will of heaven!"

Liu Hao's heart moved.

The task rewards of the overlord system are indeed not stingy.

At this time, the unclothed refugees outside were bustling with people. When they saw their master going out, they were very excited and muttered: "The Yellow Turban Thief is in chaos, and we are homeless. Please give me a meal!"

The scene was in chaos, and Cao Zhengchun was furious and shouted: "You untouchables, and what does it have to do with my master? You dare to come to collide with the lord's house. You deserve death!"

He had to take action whenever he had a disagreement, and it was all up to Liu Hao to hold him back.

Liu Hao stretched out his hands and pressed them, as if there was a deterrent force, forcing the refugees to stop the bombardment and look up at him.

Liu Hao asked in a voice: "One of you has a leader who comes out to speak."

There was a burst of recommendation in the crowd, and a leader was indeed an old man. There was a young man and a woman standing beside him.

The woman is pretty, tall, wearing a ragged cloth shirt, and has very strong arms. When Liu Hao saw this young man, his eyes couldn't be removed. He was also excited: Isn't this Zhan Zhao, who is it?

Thinking of Zhan Zhao who was the system said that he would take the initiative to apply for the results, Liu Hao was already in his mind.

"Dare you ask me about my father-in-law's name?"

Liu Hao took a approachable attitude and asked with the old man.

The old man was flattered and said he didn't dare to say that he would kneel down on the ground with the woman beside him, bowed to the ground, and said, "The old slave is named Zhan Huan, who is from Qingzhou. He turned out to be the shopkeeper of a restaurant. As a result, he encountered the Yellow Turban thieves. The bandits rushed into the county town and rolled up all the foundation of my family, so he had to flee with the villagers."

"This is the old nephew in my clan, named Zhan Zhao, and his courtesy name is Xiongfei. This is the old man's daughter Zhan Yun. Zhan Zhao, Zhan Yun, you all came to meet the master."

The old man pulled the two of them and bowed again, and said carefully: "The little man heard in the county that the owner of Liu's mansion was going to recruit servants, so he specially brought the villagers to serve. Unexpectedly, there were too many people coming."

Seeing that his face was a little embarrassed, Liu Hao chuckled and helped the few people up, saying, "It's okay, Zhan Zhuang Man, Miss Zhan, you guys get up and talk first."

Feeling the eager begging eyes of everyone, Liu Hao said slowly: "The mansion really has to recruit servants, but it can't be used so much."

The old man Zhan Heng hurriedly bowed, kowtowed a few more times, begging: "In this way, please accept my daughter and Xiongfei. I will go to Luoyang with my fellow villagers to make a living."

Liu Hao shook his head and laughed: "How can you ask large-scale refugees to enter the capital of Luoyang? Old Zhan is so crazy."

This is the truth. What is most lacking in the world today is homeless refugees. These refugees of hundreds of people are absolutely impossible to enter the Luoyang City at the foot of the emperor. Even the cities near Luoyang cannot enter, and they will be bombarded by the garrison.

Zhan Heng's face was ashes, Zhan Zhao gritted his teeth and said, "Master, Zhan is very skilled in martial arts. If the master can accommodate my relatives, he is willing to work hard for him to die!"

In this era, warriors valued promises extremely, and there was also a saying that a daughter made a promise. Since Zhan Zhao said such words, there was no need to doubt the authenticity.

"Hehe, you were originally from my bowl."

Liu Hao narrowed his eyes and smiled, but looked embarrassed on his face, and sighed softly: "Sir Zhan quickly invite him, what is Liu's virtue? But he put his heart in mind, but he can't bear to see so many people displaced. Now I have an idea, let me tell you about it with Mr. Zhan."  ..
Chapter completed!