broken!Li Er's son turned out to be a hidden boss

"This……"

"It turned out to be so."

Li Wenhao was shocked.

A refugee, a refugee, what is a refugee?

To put it bluntly, they are called refugees, a group of people whose homes have been destroyed and have no food to eat, but to put it bluntly, this is the predecessor of Mothie.

Since ancient times, which bandit road tyrant did not evolve from refugees?
Leaving aside, let’s just say that among the Eighteenth Route Anti-kings in the late Sui Dynasty, Song Yi Wang Meng Haigong and Nanyang Wang Zhu Can were all from refugees?

If it is not handled properly, I am afraid that this group of refugees is another group of bandits, or another group of anti-kings.

Especially after receiving a secret report that there is a bandit among these refugees, this bandit is worth thinking about.

It is very likely that those bandits can't eat now, so they can only dress up as refugees and mix in the refugee team, eating the relief food from the court, and grabbing other food in their hands.

If this is the case, then Li Wenhao can't say that he will kill people in the street.

"General, general, our Dalang is still in their hands. The general must save our poor child. Poor him, his parents died since he was a child, and he is dependent on the old man and me."

Following the direction of the old man's finger, Li Wenhao saw a young man holding an iron rod, who was pinned to the ground by a group of people. His body was covered in blood, and he didn't know whether he was alive or dead.

"General, please, save Dalang!"

"These days, without Da Lang, we would not have been able to walk to Chang'an City. We relied on Da Lang to hunt along the way, so we didn't starve to death."

"Now that we have reached Chang'an City, Dalang has distributed his food to us. Now it has been three days without water or rice."

"Otherwise, this group of people would not be our Dalang's opponent."

Hearing this, Li Wenhao had to look at the boy a few more times.

Seeing that he is probably not much older than Li Wenhao, he is no more than 20 years old by visual inspection, with broad shoulders and a broad waist, and a lavender complexion. Although he looks very thin, if he wears armor, he really looks like a member fierce general.

"Uncle Wang, let's not ask them, bah, a bunch of mobs will be wiped out by the government sooner or later."

The boy who was pressed to the ground shouted stubbornly, because he didn't eat and his stomach was empty, now he can't lift up any strength, otherwise how could these people be his opponents?

"You guys, are you still letting people go?"

Wang Duo slowly drew out his long sword and said.

"General, it's not that we don't let him go, it's this kid who stole our things."

"Yes, he stole our stuff."

A group of refugees echoed.

Seeing this, Li Wenhao couldn't bear it any longer, and walked out directly.

"You said he stole from you, so what did he steal from you?"

"Say it, and I'll make the decision for you."

"you?"

The refugee glanced contemptuously at Li Wenhao, with indescribable disgust in his eyes, a yellow-mouthed child making decisions for him?
"Why, isn't the current crown prince and official secretary not enough?"

"Are you going to sue the royal court?"

"Prince?"

The refugee quickly knelt down to salute, Li Wenhao went straight to the boy, helped him up, looked him over carefully, went to the porridge shed to bring a bowl of porridge and handed it over.

"They said you stole from them, but don't know what you stole?"

"The villain didn't steal anything from them. They are clearly a group of thieves. I beat them away when they went to harass the sister of the Wang family last night. Today I met here because of the large number of people and started to find fault."

"Not only did I not steal from them, they took mine."

"Then, on that person, are the two books handed down by my family."

Li Wenhao walked to the side of the refugee leader, stretched out his hand to feel in his arms, and sure enough, he found two books.

"His Royal Highness, this book is from my family, it has nothing to do with that kid."

"Oh?"

Li Wenhao grinned, and looked back and forth between the two of them.

"Then let me ask you, what is written in the book of your family biography, and what is it passed down?"

"This……"

"This is our family tree!"

Li Wenhao flipped through the book and threw it to the young man casually, "You take what's in your house."

He turned his head and pointed at Wang Duo, escorted all these people back to me, and had a thorough interrogation to find out where they came from and where their ancestral home was.

Li Wenhao can be sure that these refugees are bandits, or a group of illiterate bandits, and he also believes that this kind of situation will not only happen in Chang'an City, there may be such people in the entire Guanzhong refugee team.

He never expected that someone would put his mind on the relief food for the refugees, wouldn't he be afraid of harming his morality and going to the eighteenth level of hell?

"Thank you, His Royal Highness."

The young man was about to say something when he was stopped by that Uncle Wang.

"His Royal Highness, you have a lot of things to do every day, Xiao Lao and his younger generation will bid farewell to you."

Saying that, the old man took the boy and a girl in her teens and turned around to leave.

Li Wenhao gave Wang Duo a look, and Wang Duo directly stopped them with his hand.

"Since meeting is fate, your family and my family and I are also related. Your father said that he is even kind to the world when he grows up. Come with me!"

Changsun Wuji looked at Li Wenhao suspiciously, there was no reason why his eldest grandsun Wuji didn't know about such a person.

Seeing his uncle's doubts, Li Wenhao stretched out his hand and wrote a word on Changsun Wuji's hand, and Changsun Wuji understood it instantly.

Taking the old man's family of three to the top floor of Wangxian Building, Li Wenhao smiled and glanced at the boy.

"Your father, Xiong Kuohai, supported the Qianjin gate in Yangzhou back then to help the anti-kings get out of trouble. Speaking of which, we, Li Tang, also owe your father's love."

"Furthermore, I melted your father's six-edged cooked copper rod and refined it into the current weapon. No matter what, I owe it to your family. After you become a hero, you shouldn't be like this."

Li Wenhao was very straightforward, directly revealing the identity of the person in front of him.

At first he was just skeptical, but when he saw the iron rod in the young man's hand and the two books on military tactics, Li Wenhao was completely sure.

In particular, this kid was beaten up by a group of thieves because he hadn't eaten for three days and was hungry. How similar is this to his father, Xiong Kuohai?

"You won't kill us?"

"do not kill!"

"Really not to kill?"

"Don't kill, not only don't kill, I want you to be a general, a marshal, and in the future, you will be made a duke and a marquis, so as to continue the glory of your family."

Li Wenhao opened his mouth and drew a big cake.

"It doesn't matter what you do, as long as you can keep Uncle Wang and sister Xin'er from starving to death and have food to eat, my life, Xiong Zhan, will be yours."

"it is good!"

Li Wenhao looked at Xiong Zhan with satisfaction, "Then I will give you a task. After you have eaten for a while, try your best to bring these refugees to Huangzhuang outside the city and tell them that they only need to work there." If you have food to eat, you will be full, and your children will have books to read."

"can you do it?"

"Your Highness, don't worry, you will fulfill your mission"

Li Wenhao walked to the window with a glass of wine in his hand, looking at the bustling refugees below, he felt infinite emotion in his heart.

When will this Tang Dynasty become a prosperous age?

"Ding! Trigger the mission and save the famine."

"The task content, no matter what method the host uses, as long as the famine in Guanzhong and Shandong is resolved, the task will be completed"

"Mission reward, tiger and leopard rider."