"Xiao Si, where have I ended up? Also, this dung bucket... are you serious?"
When Su Qiao saw the simple wooden dung shovel in his hand and the dung bucket next to it, he was a little confused.
He looked up and around with a confused look on his face.
Endless mountains, lush forests, and rivers running through the valleys.
This environment is not unfamiliar, but...
Su Qiao retracted his gaze and fell on the messy, simple and shabby thatched houses in the valley, and could not help but take a deep breath.
Damn, there isn’t even a mud brick house, isn’t this too poor
Nothing can be more serious than this. Just face the reality. You are carrying manure to water the vegetable fields in a valley. Those thatched huts around you are real, not your illusion.
444 is a little gloating.
One foot in heaven, the other foot in hell, this is probably what the host is like!
One moment you were living in a spacious and bright villa with low-key yet luxurious decoration, and the next moment you were in a poor mountain valley, watering the land with a dung shovel in your hand. Just thinking about this scene is a bit exciting.
"… "
Su Qiao took another deep breath, and the result was...
Oh my god, it stinks.
She managed to resist the urge to scream to the sky.
No wonder they say there is no harm without comparison.
In the past, the worst that could be had was a mud brick house, but this time it’s amazing, they all live in thatched huts and sheds.
Throwing away the dung shovel in his hand, Su Qiao looked at the open space in the middle of the thatched hut.
There was a group of strong men wearing sleeveless jackets, shouting and playing horse stance and finger-guessing games. It seemed that they were training.
There were many poorly dressed people watching around, as if they were watching something exciting.
"Who are those people?"
To put it nicely, they are the rebels; to put it bluntly, they are a group of refugees fleeing famine.
There are all kinds of people, including small vendors, shop assistants, farmers, ruffians and hooligans, but because there are a few powerful people in charge, everything seems to be normal.
Su Qiao clicked his tongue twice: "Not bad."
Now that you have joined the ranks of the rebel army, will you then have to engage in a life-and-death battle with the imperial court
"Forget it, I'd better find a place to sort out my memories first!"
Facing all the troubles in front of her, she decided to calm down and clear her eyes.
444 scanned the group of people out of habit and stopped her immediately.
Wait, don’t sort out your memory yet, go and shut your dog’s mouth and don’t let him get into trouble!
"What's going on?"
Su Qiao paused, narrowed his eyes and looked at the group of people again.
After looking around twice, his eyes quickly fell on a thin, fair man.
The reason why she identified the target so quickly was, firstly, that this man gave her a familiar feeling, and secondly, among so many people, only this man was dressed differently.
He was wearing a grey Taoist robe and a grey Taoist hat, and his appearance was quite obvious.
Behind him, a strong middle-aged man in a black coat was anxiously pulling his sleeve and opened his mouth to say something.
However, Su Qiao did not see any tongue in his empty mouth.
Apparently, the man is mute.
You'd better go there quickly. This guy is crazy. He is a prince. If he reveals his identity here, he will probably be skinned alive by these people who hate the court.
"Tell me the situation quickly."
Su Qiao started running, urging Xiao Si as he ran.
His name is Zhao Jingting, the twelfth son of the current foolish emperor. He was mentally ill and was sent to a Taoist temple to recuperate since childhood. Later, when he was fleeing famine, he met his original father who was injured while hunting. He and the mute guard sent his original father back and then joined this team.