When the morning light faintly appeared, Ning Yi walked out of the tent and sat on the hillside, surrounded by the sounds of noise and argument. Look at the finest literature for free.

As far as the eye could see, the mountains and valleys were filled with refugees, dressed in all sorts of clothing, carrying bundles of all sizes, with horses, mules, and even oxen. Carts could no longer navigate the mountain roads, so there were none.

Some people were fetching water from the stream as soon as it was dawn, while others ate some dry food with cold water. Still others carried large and small bundles, afraid of being left behind when they set off later. At this time, they were rushing forward in groups. These were mostly the old, weak, women, and children, dressed in rags and looking pitiful.

Since the fall of Hangzhou, the panicked and mournful scenes of chaos had turned somewhat numb. In the three days since their escape, this largest refugee group had undergone several twists and turns. At this point, no one knew where they should go, not even the leaders of the group.

Since the city fell, Prefect Lu Tuizhi and others had already left by boat. Qian Xiwen and others, who had originally stated that they would not leave by boat, had probably boarded the boats under the protection of their families and fled out of the Qiantang River estuary. The Haichuan Wharf in the south of Hangzhou had already been impacted once by Wang Yin and others' sabotage. In the chaos of the city's fall, countless residents swarmed there and were incited. Of course, some boats could still leave, but Ning Yi didn't manage to join in the fun. According to his original plan, he and the assembled wealthy merchants and gentry fought their way out of the north of the city, and then merged with the routed army and countless Hangzhou residents, fleeing north.

Along the way, this initially disorganized and routed team had undergone various dispersals and gatherings. Sometimes one or two branches would split off and flee in different directions, and sometimes they would encounter some scattered fleeing civilians. After a team gradually formed a leadership, they encountered a rebel army of Fang La yesterday morning. The two sides clashed, but the other side was not deliberately chasing after them and did not have many people. In the end, both sides chose a truce and ran in different directions.

At this time, there were probably many different teams in this area fleeing in different directions away from that fallen city. This team had many wealthy merchants, gentry, and wealthy families, carrying large amounts of wealth, such as silver bills, contracts, gold, and silver. Even though some had been thrown away along the way, the amount was still considerable.

These people did not dare to leave the team and fall into the hands of Fang La's rebels. The area of Suzhou and Hangzhou had long known that whenever Fang La's army captured a city, almost all landlord, gentry, and official families were massacred. In a family, men were tortured and killed, and women were raped and humiliated, which was unspeakably tragic. Even those who had no permanent property did not dare to leave the team in this situation where external order had been completely lost. Although Fang La's slogan was "Equality is the law, there is no high or low," no one with no backing could guarantee that they would not be killed like pigs and sheep by those rebels if they were alone in this situation.

In the initial chaotic escape, although Lu Tuizhi, Qian Xiwen, and other Hangzhou leaders left by boat, most of the members of aristocratic families did not have such good treatment. Now, in this team, there are also many descendants from the Qian, Mu, Tang, and Chang families. Even Tang Xiuxuan, the head of the Tang family, is in the team at this time. Qian Haiping of the Qian family was also dealing with the affairs of Fang Qifo, Wang Yin, Shi Bao, and others at the time and did not catch the sea boat. He used to be in charge of the yamen officers and soldiers in Hangzhou Prefecture and had also dealt with the army. At this time, he knew most of the generals in the defeated Wude Battalion. When considering where to go next yesterday, he invited Ning Yi and his wife over.

At this time, it was just dawn. Ning Yi sat there and looked down for a while. Not far away, two groups of people were arguing and fighting, probably because of some quarrels or friction. People around them were watching numbly. In the past, if such a thing happened in the market, there would definitely be countless excited onlookers. At this time, everyone didn't even have the mood for gossip. In the small tent next to him, Juan'er came out with a disheveled head, holding two small wooden buckets in her hands. She glanced at Ning Yi and seemed slightly startled. After a moment, she lowered her head and went to the stream in the distance.

This girl, I only pressed her chest once, and she's still afraid. I don't know how many times I've pressed your young lady's...

Ning Yi sat there and muttered a few words, then felt that his mentality was a bit like a second-generation ancestor who teased maids all day long, and couldn't help but smile. There were already many people fetching water by the stream. When Juan'er passed by, she saw some young people pushing and shoving each other upstream, arguing because some young people upstream were washing their feet in the water or simply jumping in. At this time, there was a quarrel. The young people seemed to have some background and were in a bad mood at this time, not giving in at all. The scene suddenly became fierce. Juan'er looked at it from below, picked up the wooden bucket and went upstream.

At that moment, they almost started fighting. A little further upstream, Juan'er finally arrived, squatted by the stream to fetch water, and at this time, she heard one of the people in the noisy crowd shout, "I'm like this, what can you do to me! My family is... Come on! Let's fight one-on-one! Do it... Damn it! Damn it! My brother has already died in the army to resist the Fang bandits, but my family is not all dead, come on... I won't let you fetch water, hey, you over there, why are you going up there! Go down there!"

This person's family probably has some relationship with the army. As he spoke, he ran over and threw the bucket in one person's hand away, then pushed another person down. Next was Juan'er. The little girl saw the tall man running closer ferociously, and picked up the wooden bucket, wanting to get up and run away. For a moment, she used too much force and sat on the ground. One bucket of water was also knocked over. The man had already walked to a place less than one zhang away from Juan'er, reached out his hand and pointed, "You..." Before he could finish speaking, his whole body suddenly flew up.

With a bang, a huge splash of water was splashed in the stream. The person who threw the man into the water was a scholar who had just come straight over. It seemed that he was not as tall as that man, but he walked over, directly twisted the outstretched left hand of the opponent behind his back, pressed the back of his head with the other hand, pushed him up, and pressed him into the stream with a bang.

The movements looked simple and decisive to the extreme. In Juan'er's eyes, it was naturally her son-in-law, Ning Yi. In the eyes of others, he was just a thin scholar who seemed a bit thin on the way to escape. It was just that he pinched the other person's left wrist with one hand, twisted the person's left arm behind his back, and pressed the person's head directly with the other hand, submerging his upper body in the stream. The person struggled desperately in the stream, but he could not move no matter what.

Over there in the crowd, the people who were with this person also reacted and rushed over. At the same time, a small team of soldiers who had been watching the excitement numbly also rushed over: "What are you doing! What are you doing!" They helped Ning Yi's side block those people. The lieutenant who led the team knew Ning Yi and asked his men to block the people, then turned his head to look at Ning Yi and cupped his hands and called out, "Mr. Ning."

This person also has some position in the army. Although it is not high, he saw Ning Yi and his wife who went to discuss matters yesterday. He originally thought they were just simple scholars, but at this time, he saw him pressing the man into the water without blinking his eyes much. The man's entire head was already in the water. He struggled desperately, and his right hand, which was not restrained, patted around, trying to grab Ning Yi. Ning Yi coughed a few times, pressed his knee on his back, twisted his left arm to the right, and only heard a "crack" sound. The man's left hand was probably broken. His eyes suddenly opened in the water, and countless bubbles surged out of his mouth and nose like boiling water.

After pressing him like this for a while, Ning Yi pulled the man out of the water and threw him aside. The man's body twitched slightly and looked like he was about to die. At this time, Ning Yi greeted the officer, "Lieutenant Liu, I'm sorry."

The lieutenant was stunned: "Mr. Ning actually knows my name?" His rank was not enough to participate in such a meeting. He just accompanied him for a while and left, but he did not expect that the other party actually knew him.

Ning Yi just smiled and did not answer. He only heard this clue unintentionally when everyone was talking in the tent last night. Although he didn't take it to heart at the time, it was not difficult to remember if he wanted to leave an impression at this time. After a few polite words, Ning Yi said: "It is not easy for everyone to escape. Perhaps there will be battles next. It is better to work together than to have everyone estranged and uneasy. If this kind of thing can be managed, it is better to manage it after all."

He said these words, and the other party immediately expressed his acceptance of the lesson. Ning Yi didn't care whether he was sincerely convinced or just pretending. He was not in his position, so saying the words was enough. After dealing with this team of soldiers, Ning Yi turned around and picked up a small wooden bucket and filled it with water. He originally wanted to help carry both buckets of water back himself, but Juan'er adhered to her maid's duty, and refused to give the other bucket to Ning Yi no matter what, just pursing her lips and shaking her head.

The two of them walked back carrying water buckets. Ning Yi looked at Juan'er and smiled: "Others are fleeing for their lives, either bringing some gold and silver jewelry or some food. You girls are good, you didn't bring a lot of things, but you brought two buckets and a basin. Whose idea was that..."

"We brought food..." Juan'er replied like a mosquito from behind.

"Is washing up so important?"

"It's for the young lady..." Juan'er replied as a matter of course, still very quietly, "How can we let the young lady wash up in front of others..."

"Get a piece of cloth and make a curtain, anything will do. And I don't think your young lady is so precious that she still cares about those things at this time."

"I forgot when I ran away. There were two small buckets next to me at the time, and they weren't heavy, so we brought the basin too."

"Heh..."

Ning Yi couldn't help laughing for a while. Juan'er followed for a while and asked softly, "Son-in-law, where are we going next?"

"I don't know yet, maybe Huzhou."

"Yeah? Isn't it Jiaxing?"

"Who told you that?" Ning Yi smiled wryly, "Of course, it's not certain now, it may be Jiaxing, but the canal area is the richest. Since Fang La has taken Hangzhou, the next step may be to seize Jiaxing... But now it's not safe to go to Huzhou or Jiaxing. The bandits on the road are probably joining in the fun of the uprising. We have to make detours no matter where we go. Our gang of people now... So many rich people..."

"Son-in-law is worried that Fang La will send someone to chase after us, right?"

"They should send someone." Ning Yi paused, "But Hangzhou is famous for its wealth. Although it suffered an earthquake this time, a large amount of money, goods, and food were not taken away. Since they have occupied it, killing and settling accounts, and searching for money should take a while. Those who can't get any oil and water there may be jealous of this side. People from Fang La, or bandits on the road, this road is not easy to walk, but we can only walk down it now. If we can get to Huzhou as soon as possible, then everything will be fine."

After Ning Yi finished speaking, he smiled at Juan'er. Although he was saying these things, his tone did not give people a sense of despair. After a while, the tent on the mountainside was almost there. Ning Yi coughed, and Juan'er said: "Son-in-law, have you caught a cold?"

"Huh?"

"The young lady seems to have caught a cold too, yesterday... Ah, son-in-law, look, young lady..."

As Juan'er spoke, she pointed her hand to one side. Ning Yi looked over there, and saw his wife, Su Tan'er, leaning against the tree trunk not far from the tent where he and Su Tan'er lived, looking like she was not feeling well. Chan'er was standing next to her, patting her back. When Ning Yi and Juan'er walked over, Su Tan'er seemed to have recovered and smiled at him slightly:

"Maybe it's because life is not good along the way, and I ate raw and cold food, so my stomach is upset... Rich women are like this, they can't stand the wind and waves, making my husband worry..."

Ning Yi looked at her for a while, then suddenly laughed: "I'll go find a doctor."

He handed the small wooden bucket to Chan'er, turned and went down the slope. After walking a few steps, the wind blew over, and the scene in front of him suddenly trembled slightly and felt a little dizzy. He stood there and held his forehead for a while before recovering. When he reached out and touched the wound wrapped on his right arm, there was a sharp pain in the feedback.

"Husband, what's wrong?" Su Tan'er and others ran over anxiously. Ning Yi turned his head and waved his hand: "It's okay, I'll find a doctor right away."

He touched his right arm again, and he already had some guesses in his heart. In the past few days, he had slight cold symptoms, which became slightly more serious yesterday and today. He had a cough, his head was a little hot, and he felt a little weak. Perhaps it was because he practiced internal energy that delayed the appearance of these symptoms, but today it seems that the wound is already faintly festering. At this time, it is called external evil entering the body, and in later generations, it is called wound infection. (To be continued.) Vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation.)

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