Lu Fan brought Dong Wu to the outside of the mountain wall and saw Wang Dayong leading a large group of laborers, holding swords and guns in their hands, standing on high alert.
After they saw Lu Fan from a distance, they immediately shouted respectfully, "Young Master!"
"Dayong, what's going on?"
Lu Fan walked over and asked.
Wang Dayong, who was being questioned, immediately pointed outside the city wall and said, "Young Master, look! All of a sudden, all these refugees showed up in the middle of the day. They said they wanted to join us!"
Lu Fan opened the city gate and saw, as expected, that outside the wall surrounding the mountain, there were a sea of refugees standing there.
All the refugees were dressed in rags and looked pitiful.
And because it was freezing cold, they were shivering.
These refugees included old and young, men and women, and there were many crying children among them.
Looking at the refugee group of four or five hundred people, Lu Fan frowned slightly.
"Dayong, do you know where these refugees come from?" Lu Fan asked.
"Replying to the young master, according to them, they all escaped from Qingyang Town!" Wang Dayong said.
Hearing this, Lu Fan understood.
It seems that because Qingyang Town was occupied by bandits, these refugees all escaped from Qingyang Town.
Just as Lu Fan was thinking this, a middle-aged man leading the refugees stepped out and pleaded with him, "Kind sir, please take us in! We are all ordinary people from Qingyang Town. The bandits have occupied our houses and stolen our food, so please, please be kind and take us in!"
As the middle-aged man said this, the four or five hundred people in the crowd all knelt down in front of Lu Fan and begged him.
Looking at so many refugees, Lu Fan frowned.
Lu Fan is not a Bodhisattva.
Lu Fan had conditions when taking in those refugees before!
But now, suddenly four or five hundred refugees appeared... How could Lu Fan take them all in at once?
After all, these four or five hundred people mean four or five hundred mouths!
If you take them in, you have to provide them with food and drink!
In these years of famine, how could Lu Fan give his own food to these refugees for free?
Looking up at the four or five hundred refugees, Lu Fan cleared his throat and said, "I'm sorry! There are already enough people in my place! So you should find another place to stay!"
"Good sir... our home has been completely occupied by bandits. If you don't take us in, we will just wait to die..."
"Yes, kind sir!"
Listening to them say this one by one, Lu Fan said again: "Your life or death has nothing to do with me! I still say that there are enough people here! So, you should choose another place to stay!"
"Dayong, close the door and no one is allowed to enter!"
After Lu Fan finished speaking, he turned and walked inside the wall.
Just as he stepped into the City God Temple, the magic gourd on his back suddenly flashed strangely...
"Um?"
"Why is the magic gourd lighting up?"
Lu Fan was surprised and hurried to look at the magic gourd again.
But the strange thing is that the magic gourd just flashed for a moment, and then there was no reaction at all.
"Could it be that I saw something?"
Lu Fan was a little confused.
He knew that his black gourd was a treasure!
And we also know that this magic gourd can detect unusual things!
But... now facing these four or five hundred refugees... why did this magic gourd suddenly flash strangely?
After checking the magic gourd again and finding that it was indeed no longer flickering, Lu Fan muttered, "It seems that I was indeed mistaken!"
After following Lu Fan into the mountain wall, Wang Dayong immediately ordered the hard-working guards to slam the gate shut.
Those refugees who escaped from Qingyang Town wanted to rush in when they saw the gate was closed.
But as they approached, they saw a group of laborers with swords in their hands blocking their way.
"The young master has ordered that no one is allowed to approach the City God Temple! Anyone who violates this order will be killed without mercy!"
Seeing these hard-working guards armed with swords and guns and full of murderous intent, the four or five hundred refugees had no choice but to stop.
Rumble!
Just like that, the door was closed!
These poor refugees looked at the tightly closed door, despair in their eyes!
In the center of these four or five hundred refugees, there was an ugly figure with scars all over his face, blinking his eyes and looking at the City God Temple in front of him.
She was wearing tattered clothes...
The facial features seem distorted and extremely ugly!
In addition, there were strange scars on her face, which made her face look disgusting no matter how you looked at it.
However, although she had an ugly face and wore shabby clothes, her temperament was extremely outstanding.
She blinked and looked up at the City God Temple in front of her.
"Could this be the tycoon of the City God Temple that the refugees are talking about?"
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In the afternoon, the wind and snow became stronger and stronger.
After Lu Fan finished his meal, he went outside.
"Dayong, have all the refugees left?"
When Wang Dayong was asked, he immediately replied, "Young Master, those refugees are still staying at the foot of the mountain and refuse to leave!"
Hearing this, Lu Fan didn't say anything, but just looked up at the increasingly strong wind and snow.
"Leave them alone, believe me, they will leave eventually!"
After saying that.
Lu Fan returned to the manor.
The snow continues to fall!
Soon, after a night, the snow on the ground became thicker and thicker!
Lu Fan had been practicing all night.
Early the next morning.
When Lu Fan got up, he saw many laborers and the girls from the dyeing workshop whom he had taken in, lying on the wall, as if looking at something.
Lu Fan was curious, so he walked over.
"What are you all doing?"
The laborers who were lying on the wall saw Lu Fan coming and were frightened and said quickly: "Sorry, young master, we will start working immediately!"
After saying that, they hurried off to do their work.
As for Lu Fan, after seeing them walk away, he couldn't help but look outside the wall.
Just see.
Outside the wall.
Those poor refugees who escaped from Qingyang Town huddled together in the wind and snow, gathering together to keep warm!
On the left side, one can see the refugees carrying all those who died of freezing or starvation to one side.
"Brother! They are so pitiful!"
At this moment, a voice came from behind Lu Fan.
When Lu Fan turned his head, he saw Lu Linger wearing a red jacket and twin ponytails!
Looking at the little girl, Lu Fan took his sister's hand and said, "In this world, everyone is pitiful!"
"Brother, why can't we help them?"
Lu Linger suddenly asked again.
"It's not that I don't want to help! It's just that there are too many of them. If I help them carelessly, what if I encounter another group next time?"
What Lu Fan said is true!
In this famine-stricken and chaotic world, there are poor people everywhere who are starving to death or freezing to death.
Lu Fan can't be a saint and help them one by one, right?
Lu Linger didn't know whether she understood or not. After hearing what her brother said, she nodded silently.