Qingzhou is located in the east of the East China Sea, the Yellow River in the north, the East Mountain in the west, and the Langya in the south. It is one of the ancient nine states.

On an ancient road in Qingzhou, there was a team of well-equipped caravan walking in a winding manner. It was drizzling in the sky, hitting the heavy and thick wooden boxes of large trucks, making a slight tick sound. Four wheels rolled over the black soil, leaving deep traces of ruts. This ancient road is called Mansa Ancient Road. Although it is not as amazing as the famous Tea-Horse Road, it is also a little famous in Qingzhou. The Tea-Horse Road, which carries tea with horses and fragrances all over the world. Mansa Ancient Road, silk and silk can also be used as a home for thousands of people.

A few straight and straight Zhen flags are hung at the rear of the car. Anyone who knows how to do business knows that this is the caravan of the Zhen family in Jizhou. The Zhen family’s chamber of commerce is huge in scale and its business has almost spread all over the world. It is precisely because their business rules are like the business, which are only the four characters of "duan, straight, flat, and straight".

Before the caravan, Zhen Ding, the head of the Zhen family escorted the caravan this time, looked blue and extremely solemn. His pale beard was like a straight line of reins, and he was wet by the rain and was unaware of it.

Since the Yellow Turban Rebellion, Zhen Ding, who had been in business for half his life, felt that business was not easy to do. It was either by chance that other caravans were intercepted by Yellow Turban Remnants with as many ants. Or he heard that there was a famine in a certain place, and those hungry people had no food to cause trouble and dared to attack the caravan without any armed defense. Although Zhen Ding was old, he was not confused. He knew that Qingzhou was not only one of the most rampant states in the Yellow Turban Remnants, but also knew that Qingzhou was also one of the directions of the refugee tide.

God may have remembered the wrong days. In recent years, all the natural disasters that can be controlled have been done. Not to mention anything else, the drought that swept half of the Jiuzhou a month ago forced the people who were already hungry and fed to a desperate situation. They had no food to eat, so they could only turn into locusts, wandering around in batches, and no chickens and dogs left wherever they passed.

"I wonder if your caravan is heading to Jiangnan, can you go to Ctrip and his party?" A soft call disturbed Zhen Ding, who was riding on his black hair and was filled with sorrow. He was about to refuse as usual, but when he glanced at him, he was shocked.

"Son-in-law, why are you here?"

"Do you recognize me?" Lu Bu also seemed surprised.

"I recognize it, I'm lucky to have a glance at the old man's birthday." Zhen Ding was immediately excited.

"You are the Zhen family caravan, are you going to Jiangnan?" Lu Bu said.

"Well, there is a batch of high-quality silk and silk to be transported to Yangzhou for sale." Zhen Ding said this and stopped for a while, and said in a low voice: There is also a batch of spring silkworms in private. The climate in Jiangnan is warm and suitable for raising silkworms. The third master ordered the young man to bring the high-quality silkworm seeds from Qingzhou, breed and spin silk in Yangzhou.

Seeing that Zhen Ding did not avoid Lu Liang and Ni Heng beside him, Lu Bu nodded in praise.

"Since that's the case, we are planning to go to Jiangnan, why not go with us?"

A trace of worry flashed between Zhen Ding's eyebrows, but this worry was not enough to make him commit the mistake of disobeying the lord. He finally remained silent.

The group slowly set off. Zhen Ding was not a good person. After learning that Lu Bu and others had no other requests, he greeted him with a few respectful greetings and then went to the front to supervise the convoy.

This ancient Mansa Road in the southwest of Qingzhou, deep in the southwest of Qingzhou, comes from Linqu Wujing, enters Mansa through Beidao Village, and then divides into two. One goes to Yangji'anqing and goes to Boshan Zhou Village; the other goes through Shitougou to Sunwang, and goes to Qingzhou County... This ancient road has the norm of uninhabited a hundred miles. As the journey progresses, the terrain becomes taller. The low low valley appears in front of it, which is just the nearness of sight, and in the distance of sight, there is a deep land of mountains and valleys. A huge caravan with nearly 300 people sometimes has to walk some winding snake-shaped loops to avoid the surrounding undulating mountain roads and valleys.

The caravans were marching hard, and the only thing that made these caravans feel at ease was that the journey was difficult, but they were better at safety. Because this ancient road was rarely visited, even bandits dared not occupy it here. The no-man's land like yellow sand in the middle was really desolate.

"There is no harm in the front and it is accessible!" The ten cavalry reconnaissance in the front returned one by one and reported the road conditions ahead.

Every time the Ten Riders reported a safe distance, Zhen Ding would take out the parchment paper that looked wrinkled in his arms, write something very seriously, and then vent it. This was repeated.

After walking for a long time, some people began to relax. After all, it was extremely mentally consuming. Zhen Ding also noticed this situation, but only the veterans he had found were available to these ten people, and the rest were not good at reconnaissance.

"Hmm? The ground is trembling, trembling slightly!" Lu Bu rode on the horse, and suddenly, he frowned.

"Let me do it!" Lu Liang quickly stepped off the horse, and then listened carefully against the ground.

"No less than three thousand people! Less than ten miles!" Lu Liang said with a serious expression.

Lu Bu jumped off the horse, like a dormant dragon sticking to the ground, and listened to it for a few breaths.

"It's too late! Three miles, ten thousand people are refugees!" Lu Bu's expression was as cold as a blade.

Lu Liang called Zhen Ding to discuss. After hearing Lu Bu's words, Zhen Ding was half-believing and half-doubted. He still believed the ten-person scout veteran, instead of Lu Bu who seemed to be a sister-in-law. In fact, he didn't even know Lu Bu's name. Because the Zhen family was silent, Zhen Ding, an old slave who served the Zhen family for the rest of his life, did not know about Lu Bu's past.

"Can you ride a fast horse?" Lu Bu asked a stranger who was familiar with him for the first time.

"He knew better when he was young!" Zhen Ding replied in confusion

The caravan did not stop and continued to move forward with difficulty until a crowd appeared in front of him, as well as four embarrassed and blood-ridden figures running ahead.

Without any warning, at the corner of the mountain road, more than 10,000 refugees with rough hair and ragged clothes mixed with the old, weak, sick, disabled, and young and strong appeared. Their mental state was extremely chaotic, but without exception, their eyes were filled with green light, which was a kind of ray of choice of people like wild animals.

"Save me, save me, save me!"

Zhen Ding's eyes were frightened. He could only watch the four people who were veteran scouts before, and were dragged into the crowd with a shrill scream. After a few breaths, only a pile of broken bones remained.

"Ah! You refugees, retreat quickly, otherwise you will be killed!" Zhen Ding shouted, and in his old tone, there was a weak cry that all the sober people understood.

But this made the escort team of 300 people spread endlessly. Even Mr. Zhen, who had been calm all his life, panicked. The panic and confusion in their hearts became even greater, panic, panic, and spread.

"You still don't form a formation according to the car! Do you all want to have no bones left?" Lu Bu's eyes flashed and he shouted violently.

The loud shouts, like Thunder God is alive, awakening the three hundred guards in an instant. When they heard the command, they were as if they heard the sound of nature, and they took action as if they were to save their lives. But the incident happened too quickly and too urgently. They wanted to form a formation according to the car and gather dozens of cars into a group, but the surging wave of refugees rushed towards them like waves.

More than 10,000 ragged refugees, with very few weapons, looked hungry and kept making scary roars, holding only the things they could get at hand, which were in chaos. But no one dared to doubt the destructive power of these crazy people, the hungry and dizzy people, how about locusts? Even if a ten-fold swarm of locusts comes, the only ones that are eaten will be locusts.

"Kill!" Lu Bu shouted, Fang Tian's painting halberd swept across the ground, and his head rolled all over the ground.

The panicked San Hundred Guards were shocked, and their confidence suddenly increased. Then they took out weapons from their waists and stabbed them at the almost unarmed refugees. No one dared to take a step back. What about the refugees and the guards, they just struggled to survive a life. No, you die, or I die, and you and I don’t want to die, but there are always people who are hungry to death, kill, bite to death, and fight with endless blood flow. Even the most unsavory person can vomit for ten days and ten nights.

Three hundred refugees were stabbed in one encounter, but this did not scare the refugee wave that rushed over. They held the dead body and rushed forward with the tip of the knife. In an instant, dozens of unexpected guards fell down in disbelief, covering their throats.

"They were already hungry, and the worst situation happened!" Lu Bu's heart sank. He knew that relying on the escorts' killing spirit to scare away the refugee wave would not work.

The blood on his face was like a blood god who had been torn into a crocodile. A halberd swept away several refugees and slowly retreated.

"Old Zhen, I need your order!" Lu Bu said with a gloomy face.

"All orders are given to my son-in-law!" Zhen Ding said hurriedly.

"You ordered them to stay here and tell them that they would settle their families! Let's go first!" Lu Bu turned the railway decisively.

"Ah, you, what's this! Sister-in-law, you demon!" Zhen Ding was so angry that he didn't expect that at such a critical moment, he would be so wolfish and wanted three hundred guards to sacrifice their lives to the palace.

"I'm not ordering you! If you don't want to, why don't you?" Lu Bu knocked him out with a palm, and then carried him to Lu Liang: You and him will ride together.

It seemed that many escorts who were unknown to the scene seemed to be on the verge of refugees, but they had no chance to rush over to stop Lu Bu's behavior. They were frightened and watched in panic. Lu Bu grabbed Ni Heng, a young man who was hiding in the carriage, took the horse and drove away. Their resentful eyes deeply pierced Ni Heng. This arrogant and overly arrogant boy was as quiet as a quail that had not laid eggs.

Lu Bu turned his back to hundreds of resentful gazes and sighed in his heart. He did not look back, nor would he look back...

The roar of resentment behind him became more and more distant, until silent.

The ground was full of traces of the war, but strangely, there was not even a decent corpse except for the bloodstains of the beach. Forty large boxes were overturned, and the precious silk was messy, and rolled into rolls of raw silk quilts to pieces, as if they were used to vent endless anger.

No one knows where the thousand white silkworms were gone in the five boxes. Perhaps, they had not yet turned into butterflies and had not yet experienced the beauty of silkworms, and they were...
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