轉碼失敗！請您使用右上換源切換源站閱讀或者直接前往源網站進行閱讀！Trucks openly transporting food into the city were definitely out of the question.

But to collect all the chickens, ducks and fish from the farm and harvest all the vegetables from the fields is still possible.

Then, all the farmers were busy.

The refugees were still watching and hoping that these wealthy families would be generous and give them some food.

As long as it's enough to tide me over, to keep me from starving, that's all that matters.

As a result, seeing that the chickens, ducks, and geese were gone, and even the lush green vegetables had vanished, the refugees could no longer contain themselves.

At first, it was just a few hungry kids who walked along the edge of Zhuangzi's vegetable patch, picking up some half-wilted leaves.

But the owner of this village, whether sun-struck or feeling superior, snatched back the cabbage leaves and shouted:

"Where did you come from, little brat! Get out of here and don't dirty our ground!"

The refugees hastily pulled the boy back, smiling and begging.

“Sir, please have mercy on us. Let us just pick a few vegetable leaves to fill our stomachs. We beg for a chance to survive! We promise not to touch the good vegetables and we won't cause any trouble!”

Unfortunately, Zhuang Hu was also a villain. He directly threw the vegetable leaves under his feet and stomped on them repeatedly, cursing, "Get out quickly! Don't dawdle with me! You stink to death! Don't dirty my land! If you want vegetable leaves, even the roots I won't give you. Starve to death, you lowly things!"

"It's so much better to just stay home, but you had to come to Xin Du and now I have to work in this scorching sun! If I don't kick your butts, I'll be disappointed!"

The refugees were scolded and their faces turned grim. They wanted to get angry but dared not.

But several young boys were simply too hungry. While the farmer was yelling, they stealthily pulled two leaves and tried to run away.

The man's eyes were sharp, and immediately he spotted it. He swung his pole down with all his might!

The boy was hungry, his legs were weak, and he couldn't run fast. He got knocked to the ground with a blow and blood started pouring from his head.

The boy's mother rushed over and started crying loudly.

"He's dead, he's dead! Er Dan, Er Dan, damn you Er Dan! Help!"

If the household head had yielded at this point, even without seeking a doctor, paying some food and drinks would have settled the matter.

But he was acting tough, and wasn't done yet.

Though he felt a little uneasy inside, he still grumbled.

"How dare you try to scam me! It's just a little blood, nobody died! Get out of here, don't even try to scare me!"

This is too heartless!

The child's father finally got angry and slapped him.

"I'll kill you, you vile piece of trash! You hurt my son, and you dare to insult me after refusing to compensate us! We are beggars, we struggle for every morsel, but we are still human beings, not your playthings!"

The child's father was truly fierce, speaking while kicking the door of the house with his foot.

The villager didn't expect the refugees to dare attack him, he was stunned for a moment.

He was a commoner, someone who lived at the foot of an emperor's throne. He was under the protection of his lord or a wealthy patron, yet he was beaten by starving peasants day and night!

He immediately wanted to jump up and fight back.

But the boy's mother was still fuming inside, a mother protecting her child was fiercer than a tigress.

She jumped straight at him, pinning him down and reaching out with her hand. A few swipes later, Zhuang Hu's face was a bloody gourd.

The cries of pain from Zhuang Hu’s mouth, “Quickly, come! The refugees killed someone, the refugees are stealing things! Quickly call for people, quickly report to the authorities, hang them on the city wall!”

The other households working nearby saw him entangled with the refugees for a long time and became curious about what was going on!

As soon as they heard someone was robbed and beaten, a crowd instinctively rushed in wielding hoes, sickles, and other weapons.

The half-grown boy's parents weren't fools either, and immediately shouted to their companions.

These people are heartless and cruel, they don't want us to live! A few cabbage leaves cost my son his life! We have to fight them! If they won't let us take the cabbage, then we'll take it!

"Yeah, we're all starving to death, who cares about taking it or not!"

"Since I'm going to die anyway, let me eat my fill first!"

"Damn it!"

The rest of the refugees also looked angry, and of course, they were starving. They were irritable and desperate.

This incident caused an uproar among everyone.

In an instant, hundreds of people rushed into the vegetable patch.

Don't worry about whether it's carrots or cabbage, just pull it up when you get your hands on it.

Some people stuff it directly into their mouths, some tuck it under their arms, and some hide it in their skirts.

The householders were dumbfounded. After they came to their senses, they rushed forward to block the way.

"Let go, all of you, let go!"

"Hey there! Those refugees are stealing things! Report to the magistrate, quickly report it!"

Soon, both sides clashed and fought into a mess.

The number of refugees was already large, and they were driven by the need to survive.

But the household guards protect only their master's belongings, how could they possibly fight with their lives

The result was simply obvious!

When the owner of Zhuangzi heard the news and rushed over, most of the fields in Zhuangzi had already been ravaged.

It's more common to have things trampled and ruined than stolen by refugees.

That's because the potatoes and sweet potatoes buried underground were hard to dig up in large quantities, and the seedlings were pulled out looking like plucked chickens!

And the villagers weren't just bruised and battered, they were all injured, some with broken arms or legs!

This is outrageous, the peasants are rioting!

The master of the house immediately had people tidy up the courtyard and strengthen the defenses, then rushed back to the city to report to the officials!

Similarly, the rest of the houses were also affected.

After all, robbing one company is the same as robbing ten. It's just more work.

For how many days had the refugees endured hunger and hardship, only to arrive at the new capital city and be barred from entering!

To be beaten and scolded every day, to be discriminated against and driven out, who can swallow this indignity!

As all of us are people of the Heavenly Martial Realm, why do you, clad in fine silks and with no worries about food and drink

We're like rats crossing the street, everyone wants to beat us up

The Imperial Court is not going to help us, and the Emperor isn't going to speak up, so we just take what is theirs!

When the sky falls, everyone will die. None of us will fare well!

Thousands, even tens of thousands of refugees, transformed into locusts, swarming into the fields outside Xindu.

They eat anything they can get their hands on!

If someone blocks you, just fight!

More and more people went to the government office to file complaints, and the situation outside the city became increasingly chaotic.

The greatest damage was suffered by the estate of Duke Dingbei Fu.

Although when she left previously, Mrs. Wen took back her dowry, the Dingbei Marquis suffered heavy losses, barely leaving much property. He even had to marry the daughter of the Jiao family to secretly supplement the household expenses.

But over so many years, the Marquis of Dingbei hadn't stopped scheming and had amassed quite a fortune.

Outside the city, there was a manor house. It was the largest in the area and had the most farmland.

And he colluded with royal merchants, monopolizing the supply of vegetables to the palace.

Don't underestimate a single vegetable. An ordinary household might buy it for just a few copper coins, but in the royal court, it would cost at least one tael of silver.

Who makes royalty so noble, that vegetables are cheap How can they possibly be worthy of such esteemed people!

The manor of the Marquis Dingbei housed over three hundred people, whose sole task was to tend to thirty acres of vegetables. They watered them, caught pests, and built ridges with meticulous care.

I don't want to, suddenly a peasant revolt broke out and razed the manor.

What delicacies once graced the tables of nobles are now consumed by commoners!

The Duke of Dingbei was furious, his anger like thunder. He couldn't even wait until night and pretended to have heatstroke to escape the palace, rushing towards his estate.

Today's update is here ~~shook his head, "No need, I'll do it!"As he spoke, he drew a steel claw from behind his waist. He untied the rope, swung it twice casually, and threw it onto the wall. Then, standing directly on horse...