After a while, on the street.

Zhao Yun said in confusion: "Lord, how could those who were just now be soldiers? They were just a bunch of mud! If they went to the battlefield, they would probably be in a panic and fleeing!"

Mo Feng chuckled and then said, "This time, it is a thousand miles away. If it is inconvenient to summon civilians, wouldn't it be just right to have these people?"

Zhao Yun nodded, just as he was about to speak, his pupils shrank slightly, and then said, "Lord, look at what's there?"

Upon hearing this, Mo Feng looked along the huge street from a distance and saw a group of people gathering at the door of a mansion. Isn’t that mansion belonging to his own house?

"Uh, go and take a look." Mo Feng pursed his lips and said in a daze.

After all, a large group of people gathered at their doorstep, and it was obvious that the visitors were not kind!

Walking in, Mo Feng frowned slightly.

It was a group of people, and they all carried bamboo baskets, with all kinds of eggs, pork, vegetables, and even various foods in them.

Xun Yu, Guo Jia and others were comforting everyone's emotions, but at this moment, someone shouted, and everyone looked at Mo Feng.

There were surging together, with a lot of people, probably less than three thousand, or even more. The dense crowds almost filled the huge streets.

The actions of the people also made Xun Yu and Guo Jia look at the familiar figure, and they all breathed a sigh of relief.

Thumb!

I saw countless people kneeling on the ground, and then shouted in unison: "Mr. Mo, don't leave, I beg you not to leave!"

The sound was shocking, and it was filled with sorrow.

Countless pairs of tears looked at Mo Feng, and those eyes were full of hope, hoping that Mo Feng would not leave them.

Seeing this scene, Mo Feng was stunned.

Xun Yu and Guo Jia were stunned, Chen Gong and Zhao Yun were stunned. Even Mo Feng's servants looked at each other and knelt down to ask.

"Everyone is getting out of the way, please get up quickly, please get up quickly!" Mo Feng suddenly came back to his senses and wanted to support him, but there were too many people, so he could only shout in a hurry.

"Sir, please stay! Do you know that during this period of time you are here, I will no longer have to worry about the people, and no one dares to bully us again. Because we have you support us, you are the best days for us. These days are the best days for the people." The speaker was an old man, and he shouted with a cry of hope and grief, with his head raised and his voice filled with hope.

As he said that, he used his dry palm to grab a white cloth from his arms. Perhaps it shouldn't be said to be a white cloth, because the cloth looked a little dark brown, it was blood, the color of the blood after drying out, the blood book of all people!

Mo Feng was stunned for a moment, and his whole body felt as if he was struck by lightning.

Guo Jia and Xun Yu who caught up with him also shrank their pupils, and they didn't know what to say.

But they knew that in history, how many people could have won this honor? The blood letter of the People represents not only recognition, but also a responsibility.

Thinking of this, they saw that Mo Feng's eyes gradually became destined from the beginning of admiration. In this way, they would definitely be in a desperate situation.

Watching the clan elder spread the blood book little by little with his dry fingers.

The blood book is very big, and it can be clearly seen that it is sewn and spliced ​​on it.

Scarlet names were deeply reflected in Mo Feng's mind. Mo Feng's body was trembling and his lips were trembling.

He thought he was alone, but he didn't know that he had already owe too much bond. At this moment, he wanted all the Han people in the world to live and work in peace, but he was very powerless, especially as he looked at the countless people in front of him, even more powerless.

He has no choice, he really has no choice.

There are tens of millions of people in the great man. Even if he continues to stay in Luoyang, how many people can he save?

He turned around slowly, Mo Feng raised his head slightly, letting the crystal water in his eyes dissipate. Then he swallowed his saliva hard, and then turned around and said with a strong force: "Friends, I, Mo Feng, are not qualified to receive this great gift. But since you trust me, I hereby guarantee that after pacifying the bandits in Jiangnan, I will return as soon as possible, I hope everyone can feel at ease!"

After saying that, the leader of the clan looked at each other and then said in unison: "Sir, since you are going to travel far, we will not stop you. But I hope you can accept these things, all of us are all our wishes."

Mo Feng squeezed out a wry smile and said, "I have been grateful for the kindness of all the villagers, but now there are constant disasters and man-made disasters, and I have finally accumulated some food rations. How can I accept it? Please come back!"

Then, Mo Feng repeatedly persuaded him and always let many people leave.

As for the volume of blood letters of the people, Mo Feng accepted the book, and from the moment he accepted it, Mo Feng had already shouldered the corresponding responsibilities invisibly.

Shaking his head, leaving his worries behind.

Looking at Xun Yu and the others, Mo Feng asked, "Are the things ready?"

Xun Yu nodded and then said, "The money and grain have been loaded into the truck, and all kinds of machinery have been pulled."

It seems that Mo Feng took away most of the things here. He also directly installed some necessary things into the space system.

Of course, the commercial street that has been built here is still hard to build, and he left Cheng Yu here to take charge of the management. At the same time, he is also the nominal leader of the Ancient Ministry, responsible for storing world information.

"By the way, lord, Miss Diao Chan has arrived at the mansion." Xun Yu signaled.

"Yeah, I'll go over and take a look!" Mo Feng nodded and walked inside.

Soon, I looked at the beautiful figure in the garden, and my eyes were facing each other, and the latter was still eye-catching.

"Have you ever returned to the royal palace to see it?" Mo Feng said gently.

"It would be great if you don't go back, just leave indifferently!" Diao Chan's beautiful eyes were not turbulent, but Mo Feng could see that she was tired of this intrigue. Maybe she didn't want to fall into a dilemma again.

After all, she didn't know what orders Wang Yun would give to her when she went back.

Then, Diao Chan bit her red lips with her beard teeth, her beautiful eyes were entangled and worried, and her slender jade fingers grabbed the corner of her skirt. Then she looked at Mo Feng and hesitated for a long time and said, "Mr. Mo, I, before, I, you hate me very much, right?"

"You want to say that you lied to me before? Actually, Wang Yun used you to frame me?" Mo Feng smiled relievedly, then shrugged, "You can't help it. I pretended to be drunk that day, and you can see your inner resistance and fear."

"But I..."

"Okay, let's go tomorrow. Let Ji Yue take you to prepare two new sets of clothes!" After Mo Feng said that, he did not stop too much and stride away.

Looking at the straight back, Diao Chan pursed her lips. She smiled, smiling happily. When she learned that she had betrothed to Mo Feng, this matter was always in her heart, but now she said it, and the man didn't mind.

Perhaps, from today, she can really start a new life.
Chapter completed!