Cai Yu was gathering people with great fanfare, but the refugees outside the city had already gathered like a sea. In just one night, the news that someone had set up a tent to distribute porridge spread to the area of more than ten miles. The hungry refugees gathered in groups, blocking the Cizhou porridge stall.
Qiao Tianya watched as people flocked in. There were not enough people to maintain the porridge team in front, so he gave Fei Sheng a look. Fei Sheng understood and stepped back, led the Jinyiwei to guard the grain carts, and replaced the guards from Cizhou to maintain the team. These Jinyiwei wore black robes and carried swords, and they were all strong and powerful, which had a deterrent effect on the restless people around them.
"Master," Qiao Tianya raised his arms to block people and whispered to Fletcher Shen, "it's getting dark. We've been here for two days and one night. It's almost time. It's time to retreat to the back."
Fletcher Shen had just finished talking to the old man among the refugees. Hearing this, he did not look back. He took back the blue handkerchief he took out and said, "It doesn't matter if you stay."
Qiao Tianya looked around and saw that the crowds around him were all refugees with dove-shaped faces. He was worried that there would be a conflict and someone fished in troubled waters and hurt Fletcher Shen in order to grab food, so he said: "Master, stand behind, and it will be the same next to the food truck." "
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