"Sister Gu, see you next time."

Nie Xiaoqian touched the little tiger under her feet and patted Mrs. Gu's neck.

The little tiger has grown up a lot, jumping around, pounced here and there for a while, with unlimited energy. And Mrs. Gu, her injuries have naturally been healed long ago. Although she lies on the ground and looks lazy, as long as she opens her eyes wide, the demeanor of the king of beasts will be fully revealed.

Saying goodbye to Mrs. Gu and its children, Nie Xiaoqian turned around and carefully cared for a green orb that was constantly spinning on the palm of her left hand.

This was the result of her staying in Tiger Roar Valley for three days and collecting countless plants and trees throughout Tiger Roar Valley. After several compressions, the wood energy contained in this dripping sphere can probably make dozens of acres of crops survive.

Unfortunately, the collected wood energy cannot be stored effectively. Although this wooden balloon has been compressed, it is still inevitable, and a trace of it continues to dissipate.

Of course, the speed of Sanyi is not fast, otherwise it would be a bamboo basket to get water.

Nie Xiaoqian held an umbrella in one hand and a wooden balloon in the other hand, floating out of the valley without hesitation.

When she passed by the waterfall cliff, she remembered the coffin and the great sword under the deep pool of the waterfall.

However, she also remembered the huge and oppressive black shadow at the same time, so she did not have the idea of ​​going to the bottom of the pond to find out. She just speeded up and rushed back as soon as possible.

It was early autumn when flowers were withering, and when I walked to the mouth of the tiger roaring valley, the dry cold wind blew towards me.

Looking up, the earth is vast and green is hard to see for a hundred miles. In contrast, Tiger Roar Valley is still lush and green, as if it is an independent small world.

But ordinary people are very afraid of Tiger Roar Valley. Especially after the mountain ghosts came out, even old hunters did not dare to set foot in this small world.

If Tiger Roar Valley is not so mysterious and dangerous, it is also covered with clouds and fog all year round, but it is like a paradise for refuge.

Nie Xiaoqian was thinking about the benefits of Tiger Roar Valley, and a figure walked slowly from a distance.

A cup of tea, a ghost and a person meet.

It was a young man with dusty hair and frosty hair.

The man had a vast tiger body, but his back was bent by a coffin that was as black as black as lacquered.

The coffin covered with ancient runes seemed to be weighing thousands of pounds, with dozens of swords flashing cold and cold lights stuck on it.

Nie Xiaoqian glanced at it and found that there were thirty-six mouths in total, the number of Tiangang, and each mouth was no less than Chen Yuci's sword of Qingshuang.

So much so that she felt that this strange coffin was not used to bury corpses, but to suppress some terrifying and evil spirits.

No one ghost or one stopped and passed by.

Nie Xiaoqian did not look back. But she knew that the man was heading to Tiger Roar Valley, because there was only such a rugged path leading to Tiger Roar Valley in the entire mountain.

The young man was quite surprised when he saw Nie Xiaoqian. He frowned and watched Nie Xiaoqian disappear at the foot of the mountain before turning around and continuing to head towards the Tiger Roar Valley.

Ten miles away, in front of Gu Niang Temple.

Under the porridge shed, a few large pots had been emptied, but there were still dozens of people in line in front of them.

The Chen family servant who sent the porridge looked at the dozens of refugees holding broken bowls. He waved the spoon in his hand and shouted: "The porridge has been given, and it has been dispersed. I want to eat it, so I can take it as soon as possible next time."

The dozens of refugees who were waiting to give the porridge were immediately excited as soon as they heard the servants' comments.

A month ago, I could give porridge twice a day.

Moreover, although the porridge you gave is not allowed to be inserted into chopsticks or wrapped in towels, one bowl can resist hunger for half a day.

This month, I only gave it once a day, and the porridge became thinner and thinner. I only saw the soup, but no rice. It was clear and clear.

Drinking a bowl of food will not only make a difference, but it will become even more hungry.

But even so, it is better to have it than not, at least you can't starve to death.

But now, there is not even such a bowl of rice soup with clear water.

The refugees who had not received the porridge rushed forward all of a sudden, and several pots were knocked over to the ground, and the Chen family servants who sent the porridge were surrounded in the middle.

The Chen family's servants were startled by the actions of the refugees, but then they became angry and shouted: "Get out of here, whatever you want to do."

The seventh-rank official in front of the Prime Minister's Sect. Although the Chen Mansion is not the Prime Minister's Sect, they are rich. As servants of the Chen Mansion, they feel superior to these refugees who are not fed and do not have enough food, but are not covered in their bodies and have no fixed place. If they encounter them on weekdays, they will definitely have nostrils facing the sky and look at them disdainful.

The reason why I ran to this wilderness was that I couldn't stand the coercion and temptation of my ladies.

It's okay to serve the master, but they have to serve these refugees who are not bad. They have long been full of anger.

If it weren't for the strict orders of their own ladies, they could not help but kill one or two, killing the chicken to warn the monkey.

If you don’t want to be jealous of death, you will throw it into the back mountain if you kill something, who will know and care?

Official government?

The magistrate was still immersed in the swaying greenery of the courtyard and couldn't extricate himself. He was drunk every day and was busy with the pain of autumn.

The refugees who were so anxious that they were almost crying were stunned by the roar of the Chen family's servants.

But after all, the food is a big deal, and I don’t care about the anger of the Chen family’s servants. Someone shouted: “We want porridge, we want to eat.”

The Chen family's servant waved the spoon and knocked it hard, causing the few refugees who were tightly surrounded them to burst into blood. They cursed in discomfort: "What's the matter if you are blind? Haven't you seen it's all over? Do you want to eat breakfast? Do you think you are the master or the lady?"

"I've hit someone!"

"It's killing people!"

...

Suddenly, I don’t know who started shouting, and the already messy refugee suddenly seemed like a frightened bird, pushing and squeezing, trying to avoid the beating servants.

"Oh, why are you squeezing?"

"Don't push me."

"His grandma, how dare you push me?"

...

There were too many people and soon became a mess. Some people were pushed to the ground and struggled to get up, but then countless feet stepped on them, and were instantly submerged in the crowd and could never get up again.

When Chen Yuci, who was in the backyard, rushed over and with his powerful force, he pulled apart the crowd that was surging like boiling water, he was still one step slower. More than a dozen people had fallen from the ground, seven or eight of them were dying, half a step away from death.

Looking at the family servant in the mansion who was also bruised and swollen, Chen Yuci sighed in his heart.

Over the past month, hundreds of refugees in Gu Niang Temple have died, but most of them have died of illness. Now, people have not died of illness or starvation, but have died in conflict.

What made her even more sad was that she found that the surviving refugees looked at her and the servants in the mansion with a faint hatred.

She asked herself that she had a clear conscience because she had achieved the ultimate in order to help these refugees. After her family did not give rice, she pawned her jewelry and even several swords she collected to buy rice and continue to give porridge.

So now I am wearing cloth skirts and squid hairpins on my head, so I can’t dress up like a rich lady.

Thinking of this, Chen Yuci, who felt aggrieved in his heart, trembled slightly.
Chapter completed!