Travel to the early Tang Dynasty and become a salted fish

"If you follow me, you must obey my orders. Whatever I say, you just execute it. When I issue orders, I don't want anyone to question my decision in the future."

"Of course, you can also try to disobey. I will let you know the consequences of disobeying my orders."

"From today on, you have only two choices, either carry out my orders, or get out of my team."

"Now I give you a chance to choose. If you want to stay, just stand with Li Si and the others. If you want to leave, just stay put."

"Don't worry, I will give you a chance today. Even if you leave, I will never hold you accountable. Instead, I will rearrange your work arrangements for you."

As he spoke, he looked at Jia Quan and others with his arms folded.

Jia Quan and the six of them looked at each other. Then, Jia Quan sighed, clasped his fists in his hands and saluted Chu Mo and said, "In the future, I am willing to follow you and obey your command."

After saying that, he moved his steps and walked towards Li Si and the others first.

Then, the other soldiers also saluted Chu Mo in the same way, and then walked towards Li Si.

Looking at the soldiers standing in a pile, Chu Mo nodded with satisfaction. It seemed that this Jia Quan was not that kind of brainless fool.

Although I gave them a choice just now, if they really believed Chu Mo's lies and left his team.

Chu Mo believed that with himself and Cheng Yaojin.Hou Junji's friendship with several people means that these pawns will be ostracized no matter where they go.

From that day on, Cheng Yaojin arranged for them to be under his command, but he didn't take care of them. They were beaten until their noses were bruised and their faces were swollen. It can be seen that the military camp was not so easy to treat.

Soon, Zhang San came back.

He handed two seals to Chu Mo: "Sir, this one is yours, and this one was given to you personally by Mr. Hou."

When Chu Mo heard Master Hou, he knew without thinking that it must be the good man Hou Junji, but he didn't expect him to be here.

Zhang An knew that Chu Mo would definitely ask where Hou Junji was, so he indicated the location of the city wall with his eyes.

Chu Mo looked up and saw Hou Junji in military uniform and several generals standing on top.

Chu Mo raised his hand and pointed at them back to the house a few times, and then said to the dumbfounded soldiers: "Okay, now let's go out for a walk."

When several generals on the city wall saw Chu Mo's greeting, they immediately gritted their teeth angrily: "General, that city gatekeeper is too presumptuous. I will ask you to call him over and teach him a lesson."

But Hou Junji waved his hand and said: "That one is my Lord's best friend, and someone whom Your Majesty values. If you don't want to die, just give me peace."

The people who can follow Hou Junji are all his confidants. After hearing what Hou Junji said, he knew that Chu Mo was not easy to provoke, so he just stopped talking.

Hou Junji, on the other hand, sneered in the center: Chu Mo, this little bastard, is going out to seek death, and he doesn't even want it, so how can he stop him?

As the 12 Chu Mo people left the city, the victims outside the city suddenly became excited and gathered around, reaching out to ask for life-saving meals.

Chu Mo frowned and turned to Jia Quan: "Will we be in danger if we do this?"

The corner of Jia Quan's mouth twitched a few times, and then he said: "Sir, do you think it will be dangerous for a group of tigers to walk among the sheep?"

With that said, he took the lead in pulling out the saber from his waist.

Seeing this, the other nine soldiers also drew their sabers.

Sure enough, when the victims saw the sword unsheathed, they all took cover.

Chu Mo silently praised Jia Quan in his heart, and then said expressionlessly: "You guys come with me for a while, and when I get back, I will take you to the street to eat Yangchun noodles to keep you satisfied."

The soldiers were initially a little disdainful when they heard about going to the street to eat Yangchun, but when they heard the word "Guan Sati" behind them, they immediately became energetic.

Chu Mo didn't expect to buy them off with just a few bowls of Yangchun noodles, and he was immediately overjoyed.

Only Yang Paifeng on the side carefully hid his two copper coins.

The group of people walked and walked around in a circle among the refugees.

The current situation is completely different from when Chu Mo came out.

When Chu Mo came out before, although the faces of the refugees looked sad, there was still a glimmer of hope in their eyes.

But now in the eyes of these refugees, all Chu Mo sees is despair.

The porridge shed that used to serve porridge has been completely demolished at some time.

After asking, I found out that the only way to give out porridge now is at the city gate every evening.

Chu Mo thought about it and understood the reason.

It’s not that there’s not much food in the city, or that the wealthy households are unwilling to donate.

Instead, the victims were gathering more and more outside the city. The government was worried about riots and deliberately reduced the frequency of relief. It was just hanging on the lives of these victims, so that they had no time to think about what was there and what was not.

Although Chu Mo didn't agree with this kind of cooking, there was nothing he could do about it.

On the roadside, countless victims were lying there, and many of them had thatch in their heads, praying for someone to buy them.

But what's more, they are the bodies lying on the roadside, hungry and skinny, unable to move, not knowing whether they are dead or alive.

While a group of people were wandering around, they suddenly saw two carriages approaching in the distance.

The car was filled with women in ragged clothes but with graceful figures and good looks.

After Chu Mo inquired about it, he found out that these women were either bought as maids by wealthy families or bought by brothels in the city.

Zhang San saw Chu Mo's interest and hurriedly came forward: "Sir, if you are interested, you can buy a few. They are very cheap."

Hearing what Zhang San said, Chu Mo became interested: "You know? Then tell me how much the current price of disaster victims is?"

Zhang San smiled obscenely: "Sir, the young men are on duty at the city gate every day, so they must be aware of it."

He pointed to the people on the roadside who were dragging their families with their families and having thatch stuck in their heads and said: "Those who sell their families like this are the most expensive. With a few bushels of millet and two meals a day, you can follow the owner's family. This way , it can still last for a while."

As he said that, he pointed at a few muscular men: "These kind of people are basically liars."

"They are strong and strong. If someone buys them back but has no skills, they will be looked down upon. Even if they are registered as slaves, none of these people will have a few proofs of identity and household registration."

"After entering the city, after taking the money from the master's family, he will find opportunities to steal the owner's things and escape. Such people have the most comfortable life among this group of refugees."

"Then knowing they are like this, would anyone buy it?" Chu Mo asked doubtfully.