Chapter 289 No Food in the City
Batian jumped high into the air, and when he landed, he grabbed several people with his claws.

Its claws are sharper than a knife. One claw can even cut someone in half.

When the tail was swung, it was like a steel whip hitting the person, causing the person to fall to the ground and howl in pain.

Pan Yingying watched all this coldly.

She didn't even frown as she listened to the evil spirits cursing at her.

The land of Zhongzhou needs a baptism of blood.

This one-sided massacre continued until dawn, and Long Er returned to the front yard covered in blood.

"Girl, it's all solved."

Pan Yingying nodded and said, "Cut off their heads and hang them on the city wall."

She just wanted those noble families who were still hiding in the capital and the people of the world to see that she, Xiao Ying, was not afraid of the noble families, and cared more about the people of the world.

Qi Yanniang came in carrying a big knife, and Pan Yingying jumped off Batian and made arrangements, "Gather the injured people together for treatment, and as for the rest of the people, use them as work-for-relief to repair the city wall."

Qi Yanniang nodded and turned around to go out to make arrangements.

Pan Yingying gave instructions for a few more things in succession, and when everyone was busy, she walked into the inner courtyard of the prefect's mansion.

There were still many girls from the Girls' Army searching for valuables. She patted Fat Tiger's leg and said, "Son, go find the hidden silver."

Batian lowered his head and rubbed her, then went into the yard.

After a while, she heard a soft tiger roar.

Pan Yingying walked in quickly and saw Batian standing outside a room.

When she went in, she saw that this should be a bathroom, with a wooden tub for washing placed in the corner.

After knocking on the bluestone bricks on the ground, he found a hollow place not far from Li Mutong.

Pan Yingying did not open the stone brick, but put her hand on it and directly put the things inside into the space.

These are her private savings and will be of great use in the future, so they will not be confiscated.

After finding some more in a few rooms, Pan Yingying jumped onto Batian's back and went to search the houses of other noble families in the city, and found many treasures that were often hidden in secret rooms and secret passages.

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At this time, on the streets of the city, girls from the militia and female army were standing and knocking on doors from house to house.

"My friend, are you home? Is anyone home?"

"We are the Northwest Army under Prince Xiao's command."

"Anyone who is sick or injured at home should be sent out immediately. We have brought doctors and medicine."

"Don't be afraid, everyone. Those masters who didn't do their job have been executed by my prince."

The people hid in their homes, listening to the shouting outside, half believing and half doubting.

They all heard the commotion in the city last night, but they still couldn't believe it, worrying that it was another conspiracy by Chen Qinyu.

Fortunately, those people left after they finished shouting. When the footsteps faded away, the people who were huddled in the house tentatively opened the door a crack and found that the neighbors next door and opposite had already come out in twos and threes.

"Did you hear that? Was what those people just shouted true?"

"I don't know either. I haven't heard that Northwest China wants to attack Chen Qinyu..."

"I hope it's true. Didn't my cousin's kid go to the northwest to make a living before the New Year? I heard he's coming back to take his family over."

"Is it really that good over there? Is Prince Xiao really that powerful?"

"I heard they are living quite well. My cousin's son used to be an illiterate peasant, but in the past few months, he has learned to write and calculate. It seems that everyone there, regardless of gender or age, must learn to read."

"Oh! That must cost a lot of money, right? Is the salary he earns enough to pay for the tuition?"

"No, I just work during the day and go to school at night to learn to read for free!" "Oh my God! This, this..."

For a moment, several people didn't know how to describe it.

Everyone can study hard, this...what on earth is Prince Xiao thinking?

A thin middle-aged man lowered his voice and said, "I just took a look through the crack in the door, and they did have the word 'Taoyuan' embroidered on their sleeves."

This man attended a private school when he was young and occasionally helped his neighbors write letters. When he said this, everyone naturally believed it.

But I was still surprised. I didn't expect that the Northwest would actually call.

"But...will Prince Xiao be the same as the man named Chen?" someone asked hesitantly.

Everyone shook their heads and looked at the thin man again.

The thin man hesitated for a moment and said, "Wait a little longer."

Zhongzhou had been sent away by Chen Qinyu once, and the people of this state could no longer withstand a second destruction.

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The city gate.

Pan Dajin had a cloth wrapped around his head and a shovel in his hand, stirring the concrete on the ground again and again.

Liu Juhua and her group of women drove over in several horse-drawn carriages loaded with lunch for everyone today.

Each person is given two cornmeal steamed buns, two multi-grain steamed buns, and a bowl of kelp and pork ribs soup. If that is not enough, they can get two extra sweet potatoes.

The people who are building the city wall now are all from the militia.

There was no way out. The people were hiding in their homes and refused to come out, and they could not force their way into other people's homes and drag them out to work.

But regardless of whether the people are willing to come out or not, the city wall must be built.

Pan Dajin received his lunch, and Zhao Meixiang took advantage of no one's attention to stuff an extra multi-grain steamed bun into his lunch.

Pan Dajin wanted to refuse, but Liu Juhua pushed him away and said, "If you've got it, leave now and don't block the road."

Pan Dajin had no choice but to carry the cloth bag containing his lunch and the cup containing his soup to the side.

There were people sitting everywhere on the construction site. He looked around and saw that there were no vacant seats, so he walked towards the city.

Not far ahead were some low and dilapidated houses, and next to them was a large jujube tree, so Pan Dajin simply sat under the tree.

After slowly finishing a cornmeal steamed bun, the door of the house diagonally in front of him quietly opened a crack, and a pair of dark eyes stared at the multi-grain steamed bun in Pan Dajin's hand.

Then, the gap in the door became bigger and bigger, and a little girl about ten years old limped out from the door.

The girl was as thin as a bamboo pole, with dry and yellow hair, a big head and a small body. She was drooling as she looked at the steamed bun in Pan Dajin's hand.

Pan Dajin had noticed her a long time ago, but he was just eating his multi-grain steamed bun without any other movements.

He knew that the people in the city were afraid of them.

The little girl did nothing and said nothing, just stood timidly a few steps away from him.

Pan Dajin waited until she got closer before noticing the blood on her right foot.

He was shocked in his heart, but he didn't dare to show it on his face.

After a long while, the little girl probably thought that he didn't look like a bad person, so she dragged her injured leg and took two steps forward again.

She took out two copper coins from the sleeves of her tattered clothes and asked shyly, "Uncle, where did you buy that cake in your hand?"

Pan Dajin raised the steamed bun in his hand and said to her, "Are you talking about this?"

The little girl nodded.

There had been no food in the city for a long time. The food sold in the grain shops cost two taels of silver per pound of corn, and many people could not afford it.