Yesterday was a storm, but today it was clear sky, with warm sunshine and extremely fresh air.

But the temperature dropped significantly several degrees.

The closer you get to the city, the more people there are on the way.

Fu Manman saw many people wearing straw raincoats and walking together wet, while others were smiling and chatting, and those people were basically carrying tents on their backs.

But there are also people who carry tents and are still wet. Obviously, these people did not find the magical use of tents.

Unexpectedly, there were some exaggerations. Fu Manman saw a group of people protecting an open tent and moving forward.

This... won't be opened, won't be collected!

When Chang Zhong saw the group of people, he laughed to death, then hurried forward and told the other party how to collect the tents with righteousness.

After a while, many people surrounded him and looked at it. Chang Zhong was like a seller, explaining to everyone the magical use of this tent.

Many people who had tents last night but didn't know how to use them. All the people who were covered in rain shouted that they were wronged to death.

Some people talked about the magic and usefulness of the tent with people who also had tents with great enthusiasm.

Originally, some people thought they had picked up treasures and were secretly afraid to reveal them. However, as they arrived in Fengcheng, there were more and more people talking about tents on the way, and those people were no longer hiding them, and they took them out openly.

This is what I have, so there is no rare thing about rare things.

The vast number of refugees walked towards Fengcheng, and some of them ran away.

Fu Manman looked up at the majestic blue-gray city wall in the distance, and was excited. Before, she fled the famine and saw dead branches and leaves and desolate land. Now that she saw the city, she felt a sense of reality.

This place will soon become the starting point for her to gain a foothold in this world.

Fu Manman's heart is full of fighting spirit.

"Sister! What a big city! It's so spectacular." Fu An looked up at the city in the distance. He lived in the countryside since he was born, and all he saw were farmland, earthen houses, and even villages.

Now seeing such a tall city, it is like a countryman entering the city, everything is fresh.

The Chang family was also excited, and the children were chirping and exclaiming.

"Fengcheng is really majestic." Chang Zhong's family also lives in the county town, but the city in their hometown is really a witch compared to the one in front of them. No wonder the general was captured by the enemy after guarding for a day.

I hope their family can enter Fengcheng with such a tall and strong city wall, but I am still afraid of Nada Zijun.

The closer you get to the city wall, the more people there are, and the crowds are shoulder to shoulder, and they can't walk.

"Don't squeeze forward, Fengcheng city gates are closed and refugees are not allowed to go in." Someone in front shouted, informing the people behind.

Many people stopped when they heard the news and then started asking around.

Fu Manman and his group left the crowded crowd and found a place with few people to inquire about the situation.

"The refugees in front have been stationed under the city wall for seven or eight days, and they have died. The city lord in the city just doesn't open the city gate. This is to force us ordinary people to death." An old man sat on the ground and cried, helpless and sad.

"When will the city lord let us enter the city?" Chang Zhong asked.

At this time, a tall and thin young man wearing a Confucian robe and a lumber scarf said, "I don't know when the official article has come out, but..." The young man said with a gloomy look.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!