CHAPTER 185: CHAPTER 185: WELL, SO THIS IS WHERE SHE WAS WAITING FOR HER

But no one paid attention to him, and some even frowned.

"Quick, go call the government officer, there’s a refugee mixed into our group."

"Quick, let the government officer take the person away."

The man’s face was full of panic, he was just short of kneeling to beg for mercy.

"Please, everyone, don’t report me to the authorities. I just want to enter the city to buy some rice."

But those people simply wouldn’t let him go.

Pei Shu’er said indifferently, "He is one of our people."

The man’s face lit up, he quickly turned around and found a group of people dressed simply, but they looked dignified, presumably legal entrants to the city.

The man hurried over, bowed in gratitude to Pei Shu’er, and then intended to leave.

"Hold on," Pei Shu’er spoke.

The man turned to look at Pei Shu’er.

Pei Shu’er said, "We need someone to help us carry things right now. You help us carry them, and I’ll give you a pound of rice."

The man’s face brightened, and he quickly agreed.

Along the way, Pei Shu’er was constantly buying things, clothes, food, spices, and daily necessities.

There was no grain here, so she went to the next place to buy it.

Of course, she bought less rice, because for a hundred wen, she was not a big spender; she mainly bought flour.

Flour wasn’t cheap either, costing as much as 50 wen per pound.

She casually bought some, planning to use a little as a facade so when she took supplies froom the space, it wouldn’t seem so strange.

Pei Shu’er bought many pairs of shoes, in all sizes.

Since the third house arrived at the Desered Mountain, they almost wore straw shoes, their previous ones were already ruined beyond recognition.

Besides, there were no raw materials, so they couldn’t make shoes.

After a spree of buying, Pei Shu’er left the city with her people and handed the rice over to that man.

And a few buns.

The man looked at the hard-earned rice, his eyes lit up.

His eyes were red, and he once again bowed to Pei Shu’er.

Pei Shu’er smiled and said, "If you help me persuade some refugees to join our escape group, then I’ll give you some more food."

The man was stunned, then looked in the direction Pei Shu’er was pointing.

There were more than twenty carriages forming a long convoy, quite spectacular.

It was said that this team was escaping famine.

But looking like this, it didn’t seem like a refugee convoy, it was too lavish.

Nowadays, ordinary carriages weren’t expensive, but the horses were.

Others escaped famine by walking, but these people used carriages.

Moreover, the people following them looked quite energetic, the man was tempted.

Pei Shu’er smiled, "You all think the drought will soon be over, but you don’t know, this is just the beginning."

The upcoming Dayan will experience three years of drought, and the taxes and levies will be heavier, the Emperor will become more and more foolish, and then become obsessed with the path to immortality, ignoring state affairs even more.

The ministers will also be in chaos, preoccupied with internal struggles with Regent King Tang Zan, after which the male and female protagonists emerge, restore order, kill Tang Zan, and unify the nation, the lost Eighteenth Prince successfully ascending the throne.

The man was still hesitating, and the refugees came over.

"We came from the Capital, the Emperor won’t let us in, and there are even officials collecting gate taxes, that place is simply hopeless."

Pei Shu’er waved her hand, "Alright, if you don’t want to, we won’t force you."

After saying this, they planned to leave, but the man hurriedly spoke.

"Miss, I’m willing to persuade them."

Pei Shu’er nodded, and with two hundred refugees, moved around the area.

Out of ten thousand people, only fifty followed them, but that was enough.

Pei Shu’er spoke to the other refugees.

"If you change your mind, head to the far north, when you see a long wall, you can stop. There, a kind individual named Pei will assess you, and if you pass, you’ll still be allowed to stay in the city."

No one paid attention to these words, they all thought they would soon have a place to live.

Pei Shu’er said to Di Liu, "Go to the city and buy a few more carriages and horses."

When the carriages arrived, the people were put on them, and they were still hesitant.

After all, from here to the far north, anything could happen.

Tang Zan spoke, "The Emperor won’t open the city gates, if it continues like this, our families will starve to death, it’s better to go to a place with good rainfall and farm."

As soon as he spoke, everyone looked at this dignified man.

The first thing they noticed was his demeanor; even though his features were ordinary, it was hard to look away.

Pei Shu’er was a bit surprised; she knew the plot, so she knew the Emperor hadn’t opened the gates.

But Tang Zan didn’t know, yet he spoke so confidently.

Either he understood the Emperor’s mind very well, or he learned something others didn’t know through some channel.

Either way, it’s quite impressive.

The group left, and along the way, the man kept speaking about how good Miss Pei was.

These people weren’t optimistic; they thought they would run away immediately if things went wrong.

But when they saw Pei Shu’er return with so many supplies and people, their eyes lit up.

A few women quickly said,

"Miss Pei, we saved some of your meals for you."

Pei Shu’er waved her hand and gestured behind her at the fifty people.

"We’ve already eaten, give the food to them. If there’s not enough, make some more."

Just like that, Pei Shu’er and Tang Zan entered the carriage.

Di Liu quickly lifted the carriage curtain and handed a pigeon-delivered message to Tang Zan.

Pei Shu’er consciously didn’t look, otherwise she would know too much and be silenced by Tang Zan.

Tang Zan smiled, "Pei Shu’er, come over."

Pei Shu’er raised her eyebrows as Tang Zan slipped a note into her hand.

"Open it and take a look."

She didn’t want to open it, but Tang Zan embraced her from behind, then held her hands, like teaching a child how to move, and opened the letter she held.

Her heartbeat followed Tang Zan’s actions, their status very intimate, she couldn’t help but struggle a little.

Then she heard Tang Zan gasp, reminding her of his injury, she couldn’t help but be gentler in her actions.

Tang Zan subtly curled his lips. A man so tolerant of pain, it’s impossible for him to show discomfort over a minor injury.

He just knew she fell for this.

The message was: The Crown Prince has been deposed, the Second Prince, Fifth Prince, and Twelfth Prince all started vying for the position of Crown Prince.

And the Twelfth Prince involved in the embezzlement of military pay got attacked by several princes, leading to their internal strife.

Pei Shu’er knew this was just a spark, the conflict would become even more intense afterwards.

Moreover, she knew Tanf Zan had a hand in this.

Sometimes she couldn’t understand Tang Zan, a man miles away from the Capital, yet he grasped the happenings there so clearly.

Tang Zan laughed, "There’s no Third Prince."

Pei Shu’er: "..." Well then, seems waiting for me here.