Chapter 113 Five Jin Crayfish

"Master, look..."

Unexpectedly, they would encounter the caravan that rescued them in Qingzhou.

Baijiabao caravan?
I haven't heard of it before.

However, they dared to fight against the Hu people and their weapons were not bad either. They must be the merchant caravans that frequently traveled between the north and the south.

"Yang Song, are you hungry?" Lu Xiaohao licked his dry lips.

Yang Song was stunned for a moment, looked at his master who was a head shorter than him, touched his belly, and nodded shamefully.

"A little."

Actually, it was not that he had a little bit. He was half-hungry and half-full along the way. Although he could occasionally hunt some pheasants and rabbits, they were all meat, not food.

What's more, after winter, these pheasants and rabbits also hide away, and it is often impossible to find a single one for half a day.

So even though they heard that there was an insect plague in Qingzhou, they still came here because they were too hungry to continue their journey.

Lu Xiaohao: "Then let's go pick up bugs."

"Ah?" Yang Song was slightly stunned, and indignation and shame flashed across his face quickly.

Even if the master was not favored before, he still had servants and was well-dressed and well-fed. But now he has fallen to the point of picking up insects. It's simply...

"We need to find a sack. When we came to Qingzhou before, I saw a pool of water in the distance. There must be a lot of water there, enough for us to exchange for a few pounds of food..."

As Lu Xiaohao was speaking, he didn't hear Yang Song say anything, so he looked up.

"Yang Song?"

"Ah, Master."

"What are you thinking?"

Yang Song's mouth curled down, and guilt and humiliation flashed in his eyes: "I am thinking that if the master humiliates the minister, he will die."

Lu Xiaohao's mouth twitched: "I've said it so many times, now that it's like this, there's no need to worry about the master or the subordinate, the right thing to do is to survive and get through the hunger first."

Thinking so much won’t fill your stomach.

"Yes, sir."

Knowing Yang Song's personality, Lu Xiaohao didn't force him to change his mind and just said, "Let's go find something to hold the bugs."

"Master, ahem, sir, it's crayfish."

"Yes, crayfish."

Although Qingzhou is the provincial capital, there are still people from poor families there. Moreover, there are refugees passing by one after another. How could there be any bamboo baskets and large hemp sacks that no one wants?

After searching for a long time, I either found a half-broken sack that couldn't hold five pounds of crayfish, or a bamboo basket that had a leak at the bottom and was completely unusable.

Even so, Yang Song was reluctant to let go of these two things: "Sir, otherwise..."

Before he could finish his words, Lu Xiaohao walked towards the shed and stopped a man.

"Uncle, we have just fled to Qingzhou, and we also want to exchange some food, but we have nothing to hold the crayfish. Can you lend us two sacks? We can rent five kilograms of crayfish." The person who was stopped was Bai Dashan. He looked at the two people who were ragged and whose cuffs were so black that the color of their clothes could not be seen. He took a few steps back and sighed in his heart, what a world.

Noticing that Bai Dashan took a few steps back, a hint of embarrassment flashed across Lu Xiaohao's face, but also a bit of pride. He was afraid that those people would never have expected him to be like this.

Just when Lu Xiaohao thought Bai Dashan would be disgusted and refuse, he agreed.

"Okay." Bai Dashan asked, "What about the rent?"

"This..." Lu Xiaohao was speechless for a moment. He hadn't even gone to pick them up yet. Let alone five kilograms, there wasn't even a single one.

Yang Song was standing by and said quickly, "We haven't picked them up yet. When we pick them up and exchange them for food, you can just deduct five kilograms of crayfish."

Bai Dashan looked at Yang Song, then at Lu Xiaohao, and inexplicably felt that the two men looked familiar, but he did not think much about it. He thought that perhaps the refugees would become pale and thin due to hunger.

"Okay." A sack was only six cents, and judging from the looks of the two men, they were here to pick up crayfish and exchange them for food. There was no need to worry that they would run away with the sacks.

After calling for a large sack, Bai Dashan reminded them, "Don't try to steal the sack from our Baijiabao caravan."

After saying that, he didn't care about their reactions and went straight to work.

"This works." Yang Song was surprised. The people from the Baijiabao caravan were too careless.

But soon, Yang Song remembered that when he followed his master out before, he was rewarded with eight or ten taels of silver, and he didn't even blink an eye. What was a torn sack compared to that?

Thinking of this, Yang Song really wanted to give his former self a few punches. If he had kept the money, would he have let his master starve now?

"Let's go, we have to hurry." Lu Xiaohao didn't know the regret in Yang Song's heart. He was worried that if it was too late, the pool would be discovered and they would have to go to another place.

The two came to the pond, looked at the crowded crayfish, smiled and rolled up their sleeves to pick them up when they opened the big sack. Only then did they understand why Bai Dashan was so generous and gave them what he said.

On the large sack from Baijiabao, a large word "Bai" was painted on the sack using something unknown, and there was a smiley face at the lower right corner of the word "Bai".

With such an obvious sign, if someone were to walk around with their caravan's sacks, they would be immediately recognized by the people of the Baijiabao caravan, right? !
In fact, it is not only that. In Bai Tao's words, in ancient times, information was delayed, and this was also a form of advertising.

As long as the advertisement is good and leaves a deep impression on people, they will subconsciously choose the caravan they have heard of and are familiar with when they buy or use something in the future. This is the effect of advertising.

From now on, people only need to see the white words with a smiley face to immediately know that it is something from the Baijiabao caravan. It will be hard for it not to be deeply rooted in people's hearts.

Lu Xiaohao and Yang Song hadn't had a full meal for several days. Originally, they were full of confidence and planned to pick up two large sacks, but they didn't expect that they could hardly carry the load after picking up half a sack each.

He almost fell to the ground because he had no strength to lift the sack again. Lu Xiaohao had to sit beside him, panting: "Hu, hu, hu, pick up these first, hu, go exchange some food first, and come back later."

He looked at the crayfish still waving their claws arrogantly by the pond with a look of regret. If they were stronger, he and Yang Song would each carry a sack.

Yang Song: "Yes, sir."

His gray face was full of shame. If he wasn't so hungry, he could carry a large sack of crayfish by himself without asking his master for help.

The two men struggled to walk towards the city gate, each carrying half a sack of crayfish on their backs. They were trembling with hunger and walked for a while and then rested for a while.

At this time, the sound of horse hooves came from behind. The two men's bodies shook slightly, and they quickly moved to the side of the road. Soon, several people on horseback whizzed past them.

He caught a glimpse of two little brats carrying sacks with difficulty. One of them maliciously swung his whip and whipped Lu Xiaohao. He fell to the side of the road with the sack and couldn't get up for a long time.

Yang Song's eyes instantly turned red.

(End of this chapter)