Hua Yuqiong looked at the mountain king whose arm she cut off and sneered.
"Chamber pot? Huh? The idea is really bold, but... you are planning on the wrong person."
"My lord, my lord, please forgive me..."
A flash of sword light flashed, and the man's head fell to the ground and rolled to the side.
"Guji, Chixi, it's time for us to go back."
Hua Yuqiong looked at the blood-soaked land indifferently and jumped on Gu Ji's back.
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"Hey, tell me, what does this Master Ghost Priest have to do? Why is it that the sun is almost setting and he hasn't come back yet?"
A doctor looked around worriedly, but no matter how he looked, he could not see the figure of the old man in black robe.
Doctor Wu had a sad face, urging the doctors not to be lazy, but his eyes kept looking towards any place where the ghost priest might come back.
"How's it going? Master Ghost hasn't come back yet?"
Seeing that the two of them were still looking worriedly, Zhai Zilan came over and asked.
"Oh, not yet."
Doctor Wu sighed.
"Zi Lan, we have already settled all the refugees in the remaining city walls. Although the shelter is a bit crude, it is much better than nothing."
Cheng Yuqi ran over from not far away, put his arm around Zhai Zilan, and said slightly sadly: "It's just...the demand for grain and rice reported by the magistrate of Gooseneck County is huge, but we have never seen anyone from above in this refugee area."
Half a grain of rice has been appropriated. Moreover, too much grain and rice has been spent in the treasury. If we want to allocate more, the soldiers in the military camp and the officials in the court will starve to death."
Zhai Zilan frowned as she listened, and clenched her hands tightly at her waist.
"After what happened in the past few days, those small border countries and some powerful big countries that are eyeing us will definitely wait for the opportunity. The grain and rice supplied to the military camp must not be used at all. If it is not possible, let..."
Having said this, Zhai Zilan gritted his teeth and said, "Let all officials in the imperial court allocate less than half of the grain and rice to be transported to..."
"Master Ghost Sacrifice, Master Ghost Sacrifice is back!"
While Zhai Zilan was speaking, Dr. Wu's voice came from the side.
Several people looked at the old man in black robes leading several carriages and they all looked happy.
Seeing them approaching, Hua Yuqiong said: "The medicinal materials are back. In addition, this is the Qiankun bag that a person I met on the way back gave me when I just came back. He said that it was the grain and rice that Magistrate Zhou specially ordered him to send."
"
Hua Yuqiong said, and handed the horse she was holding to Doctor Wu, and then took out two Qiankun bags and handed them to Zhai Zilan.
"In the other Qiankun bag, when I just went to those bandits to discuss returning the medicinal materials, they generously donated all their food to us."
Several people looked confused on the spot.
County Magistrate Zhou could actually vomit out the grain he had eaten?
Those bandits would actually donate grain and rice to them?
Or their entire ration?
This is impossible!
Either they are crazy, or they are dreaming!
Doctor Wu looked at the five carts full of medicinal materials and casseroles and tile stoves. He was immediately dumbfounded. He grabbed a doctor next to him and slapped him hard.
"Does it hurt?"
The doctor covered his face and said in shock: "It hurts."
Dr. Wu was so excited that he couldn't speak for a long time. Suddenly, he grabbed Hua Yuqiong's hand through his sleeve.
"Master Ghost, are you going...to the bandit village?"