Dress like a five-year-old little Fubao? Don't panic, take out the space with your backhand and

The group of people walked on the deserted country road for about half a day, and finally arrived at Goulan Town, the first small town to the east of Shicun, before the sun set.

Goulan Town does not yet belong to the territory of King Dongcang, but is still under the jurisdiction of King Longchengwei of Zhennan.

The King of Zhennan was known as a prince who did not consider the common people. When something big like a famine happened, he would naturally pass the blame on to his superiors, leaving the one with the highest position in the royal family to bear the pressure.

It is said that the King of Zhennan is also very good at enjoying things, and he likes to plunder people's wealth and wealth.

The taxes of the people in his fiefdom are higher than those in other fiefdoms.

Now that famine is coming and the people are worried, King Zhennan will not care about it.

And in this small town in a remote place, the sky is high and the emperor is far away, and the situation is very bad.

When Jiang Guoguo and his party arrived in the town, the streets were already desolate, with tables, chairs and stools scattered everywhere, and every house and courtyard was in a state of depression.

If everyone hadn't known that the scene was not like this more than ten days ago, they would have thought that they had entered a deserted town that had not been popular for a long time.

There were too many messy things blocking the road in the town, making it difficult for the carriage to pass straight through, so Jiang Guoguo and his party had no choice but to move forward slowly.

Lin and grandma were left in the carriage with Xiao Doudou, while Jiang Guoguo landed steadily on her little cloth shoes.

Hua Xin took the lead and moved all the things that were blocking the way, and the horse slowly moved forward little by little.

Suddenly, at a corner, some refugees rushed out of the alley.

They were all sallow and thin, and when they saw someone passing by, their eyes looked like hungry wolves.

"Man, someone is finally here. Quick, stop them."

"Keep all your things, or you won't blame us for being rude!"

This group of about thirty refugees had previously been nesting in this alley to keep each other warm. Now the arrival of Jiang Guoguo and his party is like a lamb sent into the wolf's mouth, giving these refugees hope.

Seeing these hungry wolf-like refugees charging towards them, Hua Xin and Hua Yue looked at each other and were about to take action, but were stopped by Jiang Guoguo.

"Wait a minute, there's no need to go to great lengths to take down the person who takes the lead with the axe."

Upon hearing this, Hua Xin immediately pulled out the soft sword from her waist and rushed into the crowd. She waved the cold sword casually a few times, and the ax in the leading man's hand was knocked away. Hua Xin kicked him in the leg on the spot.

, kneel down and take it.

"Ouch, ouch, it hurts, please be gentle, please spare your life, dear man!"

The other party was in pain and had been hungry for several days. He was unable to resist, and his screams soon echoed in the town.

When the other twenty or so people saw that the leader was being captured alive, they panicked and quickly put away their weapons and retreated back into the alley, staring at Jiang Guoguo and his party with vigilance.

Afterwards, Hua Xin escorted the man with the ax in front of Jiang Guoguo.

When this person saw that the leader of this group was actually a half-sized boy with breasts that did not even reach his waist, he was shocked, ashamed and angry for a moment.

He led so many refugees to rob someone's carriage team led by a little milk baby. It seemed that there were less than ten people, but they couldn't do it. How could they carve a bloody path on the road to escape?

Jiang Guoguo naturally didn't know what this person was thinking, so she turned her hands behind her back on the ground, glanced at this person, and spoke slowly.

"We are all fleeing. So many of you came out to rob us. Isn't it a bit bullying?"

The axe-man kneeling on the ground had questions all over his face. He looked at Mother Earth, whom he could reach with his lowered head. He felt the severe pain in his knees and cried silently in his heart.

Is this little girl contrary to what she said? Who is bullying whom?

Besides, this is the first time he has seen people fleeing the famine so elegantly. There are three carriages. What kind of family conditions do these have? What happened to them coming out to do some robbery?

Seeing that this person was obviously dissatisfied, Jiang Guoguo winked at Hua Xin.

Hua Xin understood instantly and immediately raised her hand and slapped the man on the back of his head.

The man was unprepared and was slapped so hard by Hua Xin that he landed on his face and knocked out two of his front teeth with a click.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu If I didn't lead you to bully people like this, wouldn't we have finished the robbery?"

Jiang Guoguo laughed, squatted down and looked at him with a frosty face.

"There are so many men like you, what can't you do? If you follow others in robbing, you should fight!"

This time the man learned his lesson and realized that the seemingly harmless little girl in front of him was actually a little devil.

He glanced back, and saw that all his colleagues were acting like fools, and no one had any intention of standing up for him. He suddenly became angry and frustrated.

"Sister-in-law, please forgive me. There is nothing we can do. The town has been robbed by bandits. We are all old and young. Women and children are still waiting for us to get food outside the town. We are really exhausted.

There is no other way out."

Jiang Guoguo sighed secretly when he heard this.

Unexpectedly, the situation has gotten out of control to this extent.

They don't know what will be waiting for them if they go further.

After getting some information from this person, Jiang Guoguo and his party set off on their way.

As for the refugees who tried to rob them, although they were forced to do nothing, the big move of robbing them had already been carried out, so Jiang Guoguo would not show any extra kindness to help them.

Who knows if these people would look at her and bite her after they were full.

The story of the farmer and the snake was something she didn't want to happen to her.

As the carriage left Goulan Town, Jiang Guoguo saw some people fleeing famine in the woods not far away. Most of them were old, weak, women and children, and they were probably family members of the group of refugees who robbed them.

After Mrs. Lin and Mrs. Jiang learned about the situation, they sat in the carriage and sighed, but no one suggested that Jiang Guoguo help them.

Jiang Guoguo was very pleased with this.

She was afraid that having a nosy and sympathetic family member at home would cause a lot of trouble along the way.

Although this is a bit heartless, Jiang Guoguo does not want to bring danger to her family compared to outsiders who are not sure whether they will bite back.

The carriage quickly drove into the dense forest. When passing by the group of old, weak, women and children, Jiang Guoguo and the others saw several women with malicious smiles on their faces, and heard some of them say happily:

"Da Huzi and the others must have done it. Take a look at these carriages. There are three of them. Maybe they belong to a wealthy family in some town. Hu Zi and the others must have robbed something!"

"It's hit, it's time for them to come back. I'm so hungry that it's almost sticking to my back."

The breeze blew across Jiang Guoguo's face, and she slowly showed a cold smile and closed the car window.

"Hey, what a sin. I thought I was desperate, but I didn't expect these family members to be the same."

Mrs. Jiang was secretly glad that she had no womanly kindness and asked Guoguo to help them. Otherwise, she would have been helping a group of bad-hearted people.

Mrs. Lin also nodded and then said:

"So sometimes, we can't be too kind, because people's hearts are far apart..."