Peng Madao smiled bitterly and said, "We rice thieves are all without any things, so we naturally want to exchange our people for your food."

"Are you just having fun? My Li family has a weak foundation and can't afford to support all the heroes." Li Zhaochang said sarcastically.

"Boss Li misunderstood." Peng Modao was not moved at all, pointing to the old and weak behind him, "You can choose the people behind me. As long as you think you have enough food, Boss Li, you can take them all away."

"No!"

"Brother Peng, how did this make it happen!"

"This is our family, how can we exchange it for food?"

"We just snatched it?"

"That's right, it's right. Isn't that what we are in the city!"

Before Li Zhaochang could answer, the young and strong refugees behind Peng Modao spoke out loudly and objected loudly.

The leader Peng suddenly turned around and scolded fiercely: "Shut up, listen to me!"

Everyone was captured by his aura and closed their mouths, and the field was quiet.

He suddenly fell to the ground, kowtowed three times to the group of refugees, and said sadly: "It's my old Peng that I'm sorry to everyone, I've taken everyone to this dead end!"

The refugees below were at a loss for a moment, and soon someone knelt on the ground with a thud and said loudly: "No wonder Brother Peng, will we starve to death if we don't rob the grain?"

The others followed suit and all knelt in the cold snow.

Peng Modao didn't touch him, and said, "This Tie family is not easy. If we don't kill us, we will never give up. Now we are going to make a life, but..."

He grew up with tears in his eyes, pointed to the group of women, children, young and old behind and said, "It's a thousand miles to go to southern Xinjiang. This is a very cold weather. Can we all escape the Tie family's minions?"

"This time I met Boss Li, it was considered a blessing from the gods. It was considered a little blood left by everyone, and the others..."

He sighed, and without getting up, he turned around and knelt in front of the Li family and said, "It depends on Boss Li's kindness!"

Boss Li looked at the heads kneeling in front of him, with a gray face, but he was secretly thinking in his heart. He had never been involved in population business, but had never seen pig runs or eaten pork. Of course, he knew that although this business was great, it was hard to say about the situation now.

I brought 40,000 kilograms of various grains and rice after being unshelled. Because of this strange weather, the cost is much higher than in previous years. Moreover, even my family members have to raise the price and be willing to sell it.

This time, I spent a total of 200 black iron Wuzhu coins (Note: In this book, the weight system of twenty-four zhu is equal to one liang of old and sixteen liang is equal to one jin of weight, so this money contains 6.5 grams of black iron. The black iron coins that appeared afterwards all refer to this kind of Wuzhu coins. For the convenience of reading by readers, this Wuzhu coins is set to be about one thousand RMB.).

Nowadays, there is a shortage of food in the city. In previous years, a black iron coin could buy 400 kilograms of first-class japonica rice. It had doubled before the New Year, and could only buy 100 kilograms of grain of the same quality. If this trip is safe and stable, you can earn 200 black iron coins for the capital and profit without counting the manual expenses (note: the price comparison between a standard square stone and a black iron coin is 1:10), which is still a matter of less!

Then the population business is hard to say, and the price is completely two in the long run. This year's success can be said to be the worst in more than 30 years since he can remember. He is a newbie and will definitely be suppressed by the broker at that time.

Looking at these people again, he felt a chill in his heart. Whether these people could hold on to Tieshan City while standing was still a question. It would be good if they didn't lose money.

But if he wanted to refuse... he thought of this, he felt that someone was pulling his sleeve. When he turned around, he found that his son Li Zisheng came to his side inattention.

He hurriedly scolded, "What are you doing here? Go back quickly, don't cause trouble."

His son seemed to have not heard anything, but asked himself: "Father, can these people escape the pursuit of the Tie family?"

Li Zhaochang hummed from his nose and whispered, "How is this possible? Not to mention the Immortal Master of the Tie Family, it is not a problem for the Tie Family Essence to ride a hundred miles a day. I think these people will be caught up in half a day, and then..."

He thought that his son was only twelve years old and some words were too cruel and it was not suitable to talk to him, so he stopped talking in time.

When the young man heard this, he showed little helpless but no fear. He said confidently: "That's easy, father. Then the boss Peng is just entrusting his orphan!"

When his father heard this, he secretly cried out in his heart. He had been practicing for so many years, but he was not as calm as his son when he encountered major events and could see things clearly.

Yes, this group of people is just fish swimming under the cauldron, so the leader naturally cannot escape the word "death", and the family members who accompany him will naturally not be much better. Even if they were not killed on the spot, they would be sent to the coal mine in the Tiejia Mine to be a coolie, which would mean they would have a few more months of life.

Mr. Peng said that he was selling someone, but in fact he was just a plan to arrange the funeral. When Li Zhaochang thought of this, he was confident enough.

So he took a few steps and said to Peng Modao: "Boss Peng, there is no need to do this. Let's talk with one step."

The old man sharpening the knife stood up and whispered a few words with Li Zhaochang. The two of them had just opened their heads, and the fierce man was about to break his hair and waved his arms vigorously, looking furious. However, Li Zhaochang was unmoved, holding his hands and looking calm. In the end, the old man sharpening the knife nodded sadly, and the two ended the discussion.

But in a cup of tea, the two people in charge returned to their own side.

Boss Li immediately ordered a car to drive out, unload all the grain and pile it on the side of the road. The old cow who drove the car was also tied to the tree next to it.

The old man who sharpened the knife whispered a few words to his own people, and finally argued with these blue figures. In the end, most of them walked towards their own families dejectedly.

The crying and screaming of women and children immediately came from the group of refugees.

After another meal, Peng Modao and his men took more than 40 children to the Li Family Grain Team crying, and followed their parents who were reluctant to part with their children.

Behind Lao Peng, the leading man, was a haggard middle-aged woman holding a seven or eight-year-old boy in her hand. The child's eyebrows and eyes were very similar to Peng Gongdao in front of him. Anyone knew that this was a father and son.

The child did not cry or make a fuss. Although his clothes were thin, he did not shivered in the cold wind like his parents.

They came to the Li Family Grain Team. The woman suddenly squatted down and reached out to shaking her hand to tidy up the boy. She first scraped off the frost condensed between the child's eyebrows with her fingers, then wiped the child's little face with her sleeves, and after tidying up the torn clothes on his body, she took out a worn dark red sweat towel from her arms and slowly wrapped it around her son's neck.

The boy looked at his mother blankly, suddenly stretched out his little hand and placed it on her face, wiped her eyes with his fingers, and said, "Don't cry, my mother, don't cry."

Mrs. Peng grabbed the little hand with her hands and placed it on her face, covering her eyes, and shook her shoulders for a while without moving.

Finally, when she stood up, except for her red eyes, she looked as usual, and she was deeply blessed when she walked up to Li Zhaochang. This woman was not an ordinary person. When she straightened up, she no longer cared about her son. Instead, she began to comfort other mothers around her who were reluctant to leave her children.

Peng Maodao's heart was as hard as iron. From beginning to end, he never looked at his wife and children. He shouted to the followers to carry food and arranged for others to cut trees and boil water. It seemed that he would make a meal here.

When he hurried past his son, he suddenly staggered and fell straight to the ground. But he immediately stood up, wiped his face with his sleeves, and continued to shout and yell without any abnormality, directing everyone to do it.

The Li family members who were watching were no longer so scared at this time. Instead, they looked at the tragic situation of the world where flesh and blood were separated in front of them. It was still the father and son of the Li family who were clear-headed. They ordered everyone to arrange the children one by one in each car. Then Boss Li shouted, and everyone drove the entire grain team back on the road.

As soon as the car moved, the suppressed cry immediately rang out, echoing among the white mountains. Especially those mothers were still climbing the shaft, calling on the names of their children to tell something, while staggering with the grain truck, walking stumbled and stumbled, walking...

The convoy had already walked away. Looking back, I could no longer see the mothers crying on the ground after a few wisps of smoke. But the children who left their parents for the first time still choked up, making the atmosphere of the convoy that had just escaped was a little depressing.

Li Zisheng jumped out of the mule cart where his father and son were sitting, holding a bag in his hand. This was the food his mother prepared for the father and son. He didn't discuss it with his father, so he opened the bag and distributed the bacon and chicken buns inside to the hands of the children one by one.

Unfortunately, the two of them didn't have enough food for a few days to share with the children. So the boy borrowed some dry food from his uncles and brothers. Some of the Li tribes were soft-hearted and some were for the sake of the young master's family, so everyone gathered together to fill the stomachs of these children.

Li Zisheng saw that several children had their faces turned blue and purple because of the cold, and then returned to the car and took out a few new clothes that his mother had bought for him and copied them to the children who were trembling with cold. Finally, the boy saw that there were two little girls who had not been assigned to the cotton coat and shivered. He untied the clothes on his body and wrapped them around. He ran back to the car and searched for a long time before changing into a thin autumn clothes. Fortunately, he had learned Xiao Zhoutian and had a certain ability to resist the cold, otherwise he would have to freeze himself.

This time someone couldn't stand it anymore, and a relative asked, "San Jiazi, just give them stutters. Why did you even ruin your new clothes on them?"

The boy stopped and replied seriously: "Uncle, it's not good to be hungry, and it's not good to be cold. They are raised by their parents like us, so they can help a little."

Everyone was speechless, but a few people took out their quilts and covered them with them.

The boy was unwilling to starve and froze... or die, so he was unwilling to see his kind suffer the same kind.

This is what makes people human!

Humans are originally socialized animals or demons with the ability of "transfer". The "transfer" here is a psychological term for our world, which means that humans can feel the emotions of another individual and use it as their own emotional experience.

This is also the reason why all readers like to read novels, because we can all feel the joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness of the characters through words, and regard these feelings as an emotional experience for ourselves. From this perspective, the reasons why men like YY articles and women like romance books are consistent.

As the saying goes, things hurt their kind, and autumn chirping is sad.

Li Zhaochang sat on the shaft of the car, watching his child running around and having a lot of fun, frowning, shaking his head and muttering like prodigal words, but he didn't get off the car to stop him.

At this moment, Li Zhaochang's ears moved and he heard a rapid sound of horse hooves in front of him. He felt a sudden slight in his heart, and he turned over and jumped onto the roof of the car to look at him, but his eyes were flashed by a reflection.

He blinked a few times before he could see clearly that a team of knights came in front of him, and the leader held a big flag high. The winter wind was cold and the flag was fluttering, and there was clearly a word "iron".

These men and horses were armoured and reflected a terrifying cold light in the winter sun. They were extremely fast, but in just a dozen breaths, they came from the sky to the convoy.
Chapter completed!