"Forget it, you'd better keep it for yourself." Although Mu Hanyan's temperament can't be said to be extreme, judging from the previous words of this big man, it is obvious that he wants to fool them into fools, so he doesn't like him too much. Said coldly. While speaking, she walked towards the carriage.
"My lord!" Seeing Mu Hanyan turn around and leave, the big man was even more anxious, and fell to his knees with a plop.
"What are you doing?" Mu Hanyan frowned.
"I didn't intend to deceive you. In fact, there is nothing I can do. Look at the people behind me. They haven't eaten a drop of rice for several days. Along the way, even the grass roots and bark have been eaten by us. If we had no other way out, how dare we lie to my lord." The more the big man spoke, the more excited he became, and in the end, tears streamed down his face, and his eyes were filled with sorrow and despair.
Seeing the tears on his face, Mu Hanyan's heart was shocked, and she subconsciously looked at the people behind him.
All the people in the group, old and young, were all in ragged clothes, yellow and thin, and a few children who were only six or seven years old were unkempt, biting their fingers, and looking at her eagerly, their eyes full of begging taste.
Mu Hanyan thought her heart was like a rock, but at this moment, the softest part of her heart was still touched severely.
"Get up, how much silver taels are you going to sell for this meteorite gold?" Mu Hanyan asked with a secret sigh.
"As long as the adults are willing to reward us with food, we won't let us starve to death." The big man stood up humbly and said hesitantly.
"How many taels do you have left? Let me lend you." Mu Hanyan turned her head and said to Ling Baobao.
"We don't need this borrowed word between us, just take it." Baby Ling threw the bag on his back to Mu Hanyan.
"These silver taels should be enough for you to buy some food." Mu Hanyan opened the bag, took out the silver taels inside and handed it to the big man.
At this moment, she finally realized first-hand how difficult it is for ordinary people in God's Continent to live, especially for these refugees who have no fief and no fixed place, their lives are as cheap as ants. It's no wonder that the people in Mujia Village were fooled by Ling Baobao and went around in circles. They were really afraid of losing their fiefdom.
This time, seeing Baobao Ling so generously giving away the hard-earned money of the clansmen to others, Mutu didn't say a word, and the gaze he looked at him became much softer.
"Thank you, my lord... Thank you, my lord, for saving my life." Holding the silver tael in his hand, the big man shed tears again and knelt down to Mu Hanyan. tears.
On the bullock cart behind him, looking at Mu Hanyan standing in front of the crowd and being worshiped by everyone, Sikong Qinglan also showed deep respect in his eyes. It was her, it must be her, Sikong Qinglan confirmed her guess again.
"Let's go." Mu Hanyan said to Mutu.
"My lord, is this meteorite gold?" Seeing that Mu Hanyan was about to leave, the big man glanced at the pile of meteorite gold and said hesitantly.
"Keep it for yourselves." Mu Hanyan wasn't interested in these waste rocks anyway.
"How can this work? I lied to you earlier because I had no choice but to accept the money from you. Naturally, I have to hand over the money to you." The big man said firmly. Ken easily throws away his dignity.
"Then, let's move them all up." Mu Hanyan glanced at the big man with some appreciation, and said.
Doing so can be regarded as preserving the last trace of human dignity for them.
Soon, the big man and the clansmen hurriedly loaded a pile of waste rocks into the carriage, then knelt down to salute Mu Hanyan, and then left slowly.
Looking at the pile of waste rocks in front of him, and at the group of people in the distance, Mu Hanyan secretly smiled wryly. Originally, the speed was already slow enough, and with these waste rocks, it would definitely be even slower. It would be even more impossible to escape Kang Qingyuan who was trailing behind him.
Of course, even without this drag, they still couldn't escape.
Does the fifth-level swordsman have a chance to fight the ninth-level god priest? Looking at the pile of waste rocks, Mu Hanyan made a secret decision in her heart. If she couldn't do it, she could only expose her own strength and fight Kang Qingyuan. Even if the hope was slim, she must not sit still!
"Huh, what is this?" Just as Mu Hanyan made up his mind, Ling Baobao suddenly exclaimed.
Following his gaze, Mu Hanyan's gaze stayed on the pile of waste rocks, and her eyes widened in surprise.
Huntian Stone, it turned out to be Huntian Stone!