Gasping and begging, in Wang Hou's shocked eyes, the woman finally exhausted her last trace of vitality, and lay coldly in a pool of bloody wrists.

"What's wrong?"

I don’t know whether it is the charm of this era or the tragic feeling, Cao Hongjie, a little girl, followed in with two heads of a newly cut evil man, and looked at Wang Hou’s shocked look, she asked anxiously with concern.

"Injured?"

"I..., I killed the wrong person!"

After glanced at the corpse of a woman lying on the ground, Cao Hongjie threw two heads in front of her, and then patted Wang Hou's shoulder with his bloody hands.

"Don't think too much. Even if you don't kill her, she will sooner or later become the food for these evil men. If we kill these evil men, it will be considered as avenging her! Let's go!"

"Head of the family! Kill the weeds and remove the roots!"

On the side, the voice of the guard Wang Congge sounded again. He bowed heavily to Wang Hou, then pointed his hand at the corner of the wall. Looking at the skeletons of several already cut people, his face was numb and dull, and his eyes were empty and he looked at his little boy, but Wang Hou couldn't help but tremble with excitement.

In "Romance of the Three Kingdoms", Cao Cao killed Lu Boshe's family, and Wang Hou did not believe it, because Chen Gong, as the protagonist of the story, abandoned him because of the narrow view of the gentry. But now, Wang Hou believed it, it was no wonder that Cao Cao, because this was the case in the entire great era of the end of the world. Everyone is for themselves and their fate is noble and humble. In order to survive, they can even eat others without any psychological concerns!

Wang Hou also knew that this was a chaotic world, and if you want to live, you must be more ruthless than anyone else! But! Can you really abandon your humanity?

"It's just a child, there's no need to take him away. After a long time, he will forget!"

After pushing Wang Congge away, Wang Hou walked to the boy a few steps. He looked at the red bones that had been shaved with fear. He hugged the boy's shoulder and pulled him out from underneath. Then he bent down and squeezed out a smile and asked with difficulty.

"What's your name?"

But it seemed as if he was completely stupid. The child was just numb and looked at Wang Hou dullly. After a few seconds, Wang Hou then smiled helplessly and shook his head.

"Forget it, come with me! At least you can eat it in one bite, so don't worry about being eaten!"

Pulling his hand, Wang Hou turned around and walked out. The child was like a marionette, letting him pull it. However, when he walked to the door and looked at the body of a woman lying on the ground, the boy seemed to be slightly touched and suddenly stopped there.

"My father's surname is Xu, and my mother said that I am the last male member of the Xu family."

"Rareless! The head of the family has taken you in! In the future, you will be a slave of the Wang family, and your surname should be Wang!"

Wang Congge scolded him fiercely again, and he was really a loyal servant. However, once again, Wang Hou reached out to stop him and turned around to the child.

"The surname is Xu, right? It's a good surname. You can call Xu Yue in the future! No matter how difficult life is, you must live happily!"

After a while of scolding, the boy's face seemed to have returned to dullness. Listening to Wang Hou's voice, he simply nodded blankly.

If the woman who had just died was not dealt with, she would soon become someone else's meal. Although she died like a lamp, she could be regarded as making up for her guilt. During Wang Hou's order, these guards cut off the pillars of the shabby house one after another, and then pulled out firewood from the fire to ignite it. Soon, a huge ball of flames evaporated above the refugee camp.

However, just as he was about to pat his hands and leave, Cao Hongjie grabbed him vigilantly and looked around the dim refugee camp in shock. Only then did Wang Hou see that the houses, snow-walked roads, and groups of skinny refugees emerged, just as timid and complicated as foxes looked at him and his group.

"Bold, you dare to surround the imperial court and order officials! Get out of here! Otherwise, the army in Liuxian will arrive, and you will kill them all!"

He drew out the knife and Wang Congge roared fiercely at the Yangzhou refugees. The blood ice stained on the knife was obviously scared to the point where several refugees who were close to each other sat on the ground in fear, but the onlooker circle was a little bigger, and the refugees were still looking at them from afar.

"The head of the family, it's too late, please protect you back to General Li Dian's camp!"

Looking at the longing and desperate eyes around him, the third time, Wang Hou patted the vigilant Wang Congge's shoulder, but pushed him and Cao Hongjie away and walked to the front. The fire was burning fiercely behind him, covering half of his body in the shadow. He paused, and Wang Hou suddenly shouted dullly.

"I, Wang Hou, Jinyang, summoned the tenant farmers' tribe! This is a chaotic time, I cannot guarantee that you all can live, but if I have stuttering, I will not let you starve to death!"

The silence lasted for a few seconds. The small pile of men, women, young and old in the front knelt silently in the snow. Then, one after another, fell down one after another. After a long time, no one was standing except Wang Hou and his party.

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It only took half a day to ride a horse, but it took three days to come back, and the process of traveling was unprecedentedly tragic. In the snow and ice, there were always weak elderly, women, and children falling down, braved the wind and snow covered the sky and the snow, and there was no time to bury them. They could only cover the road with frost and snow, and their relatives silently worshiped them twice, and then turned around and left helplessly.

At least six or seven hundred people fell along the way, and about one or two hundred meters away, there would be a frozen corpse.

In history books, whenever the world was in chaos, the population of China dropped sharply to only half, one-third, one-quarter, or even one-fifth of the previous one. Wang Hou didn't believe it, but now he believed it. There were no less than 100,000 refugees in Yangzhou going north, but there were probably not even 20,000 people who could survive this cold winter safely.

However, Wang Hou was powerless to do anything about this. His ability was limited! When he went there, he planned to recruit about 900 people and locked up his grain storage, but now he didn't stop. Even if so many people died, he followed him back to Xudu, but he still had more than 3,000 yuan, which was already beyond the budget for grain storage.

The biogas pools built are now useful. In the cold winter, Wang Hou was unable to find so much wood for a while and built a village for the newly recruited tenants. The land that Cao Cao had newly sealed him was originally from the Yang family of Hongnong. The Yang family hated him so much that he was itchy. If it weren't that rich, he would have wanted to sprinkle salt in the fields when pouring out the place so that he could not cultivate it. The four original tenant villages were even demolished and there was no straw left. The 17 or 18 biogas pools that have been built have been built now, and the biogas fires that have been sprayed out have really become life-saving straws.

Several large pots were hung on the fire well, and rice porridge was cooked with snow and corn on the spot. Some victims had never touched food for many days and had been living on the grass roots and bark. When they saw the hot porridge, they couldn't even bear it. They grabbed it with their hands, even if their hands and mouths were red, they couldn't spread it. In the end, they couldn't help it. Wang Ganzi and the others took the stick to look at the porridge pot, and then they were not polite to beat it out directly. They used the royal palace to bring the ceramic bowls one by one, and then they adjusted the order.

Food is really life-saving. After a bowl of hot millet, many people's faces that were already black and lead-gray finally showed a healthy blood color.

It’s really a stakeholder. Now Zhao Laotian in Zhaojia Village and Niu Wanjin in Niujia Village no longer fight, but gathered together to block Wang Hou and protested.

"Master! This is the man in Niujia Village who worked hard and made a man in the Niujia Village to make a comeback! This made all the foreigners block it. What's the matter?"

A crutch hit the ground with a bang, and Niu Wanjin protested with tragic grief. On the other side, Zhao Laotian also started to speak.

"Yes, Master! Our young man from Zhaojia Village has also put in his efforts. Now these foreigners are free to take over, and every household in the village is not satisfied!"

The leader is really hard to be a leader. The new employee didn't understand the arrangements, and the old employee had already started to complain. Fortunately, this was a vicious feudal exploitation era. Wang Hou was in a bad mood and didn't even turn his eyes around, holding his arm and humming hard.

"Plow if you want to plow, and if you don't want to plow, you can get out!"

"Master, you guys are your old farmer, how can you say that! It's so cold that everyone's heart!"

"You are contradicting the head of the family! You don't want to be a slave in my Wang family. The old man will take his household registration now. Can you let you out of your household registration?"

He always stood with Wang Hou, and the old butler Wang Fu also started to scold him later. Generally, the butlers are in charge of trivial matters in the big family, and they were called the family prime minister in the Spring and Autumn Period. As soon as Wang Fu spoke, the two village chiefs finally became depressed. They wrote several books in a sad way and then retreated in a mess.

But Wang Fu himself couldn't help but bowed with worries.

"Master, your family is limited, you have been so much trouble this time!"

Wang Hou also knew that when he looked at the victims who were still queuing up to receive the porridge, he couldn't help but sigh.

"But if you follow me, you will be alive, if you are abandoned, you will die, thousands of lives!"

Old Wang Fu couldn't help but feel silent, holding his arms and watching the crowd. For a moment, Wang Hou himself was also silent, but after a few minutes of silence, a ruthless look suddenly appeared on his face.

"Damn it! Wouldn't it just feed three or four thousand people!"

"Old Wang! When I go back today, I will replace all the millet in our mansion with wheat on the market, and use cloth to buy iron tools, and then enough for ten mills! Starting this winter, I will do a big fight with your master!"

Suddenly, Wang Fu felt that his lazy, greedy and troubled master seemed to have changed his personal feelings. This might be the legendary turtle spirit! In short, Wang Hou, who is full of fighting spirit, gives people a sense of trust, as if nothing can be difficult for him. When he was in a panic, Wang Fu also slightly straightened his hunched waist and then clasped his fists heavily.

"Old slave, obey the order!"
Chapter completed!