Immortal Cultivation and Life-Saving Guide

Chapter 255 Investigation (Thanks to Uncle Wang for the tip!)
Hu Dabao has been confused since he was a child. Now he is fifty years old and his grandchildren are running around, but he still doesn't understand many things.

He was born and raised in Bingzhou. Apart from farming, he knew nothing else and cared nothing about anything else. He worked from dawn to dusk, and even a rooster had a less regular life than Hu Dabao.

If you rely on the weather for your livelihood, you have to see whether the weather is favorable to you. Recently, the weather has not been favorable to Bingzhou.

Hu Dabao and his second son carried water from the river bucket by bucket. The family had more than 20 acres of land, and the old and the young watered it from morning to night, and their backs could not be straightened.

But the drought showed no signs of easing, and the seedlings in the fields continued to die one after another.

The people of Hujia Village pooled some money and sent people to ask the immortal masters in the county (state, prefecture) to come up with some solutions, but in the end they didn't even see the corner of the immortal masters' clothes.

In the end, Hu Dabao, who had worked hard for half a year, got nothing in return except tears.

Hu Dabao was an old farmer. He couldn't harvest enough food from his fields, couldn't make a living, and couldn't pay taxes. He was at a loss as to what to do. In the end, he had no choice but to flee the famine with his family and the villagers.

After waking up in a daze, Hu Dabao's first reaction was that it was dawn, and then he used his hands and feet to look for his grandson.

Seeing his eldest grandson being held tightly in the old woman's arms, Hu Dabao finally felt relieved.

His bladder was acting up, so Hu Dabao quietly ran to the nearby woods to relieve himself. Just as he unzipped his pants, he heard a young man's voice coming from behind him.

"Old man, have you just come out of Bingzhou?"

Hu Dabao hurriedly tied his pants and turned his head to look. It was a young man with light-colored eyes. He knew at a glance that he was not from northern Xinjiang.

The young man was followed by two girls: one was as pretty as a fairy, holding a sword in her hand. Hu Dabao took one look at her and dared not look again; the other was younger, not ugly, but her appearance made people feel cold.

After going around in circles, Hu Dabao's gaze finally turned to Lian Gouqie, who seemed to be the easiest to talk to.

"No need to call me uncle, I'm just a farmer!" Hu Dabao was a little dazed. Only then did he realize that the three people were wearing Taoist robes. He quickly said, "Masters, please give me a compliment!"

"We only wanted to go to Bingzhou, but we didn't expect there to be so many refugees outside the city." Lian Gouqie played the role of righteousness. "My fellow disciples and I are extremely worried, so we wanted to learn about the situation in Bingzhou from you."

"Alas," Hu Dabao sighed, "Masters, please don't go over there. Bingzhou City is in chaos right now!"

This old man really knew something. Lian Gou's eyes lit up: Could three people just pick a lone refugee and reveal a shocking secret?
"No matter how chaotic Bingzhou City is, it can't escape the clutches of the prefect," Wei Xi said nonchalantly. "Old man, don't be teasing us kids."

"How dare I, an old man, lie to the Immortal Master? Any lie will be exposed in front of the Immortal Master!"

Hu Dabao was obviously an ordinary person who had never been exposed to the world of immortal cultivation, and his head was filled with unrealistic fantasies about cultivators.

Wei Xi didn't want to listen to this person's nonsense, so he brought the topic back to the unusual situation in Bingzhou City. "You said Bingzhou City is in a mess. You have to tell us about it. Otherwise, how can we expect people to believe you?"

"Master, you don't know. Bingzhou City has been occupied by refugees! There are groups of refugees, large and small. Oh, they don't learn the good things, but only learn the bad things. They only know how to bully ordinary people..."

"Where did the Bingzhou garrison go? Old man, have you ever seen a defeated army?"

"What white legs? I'm an old man buried up to my neck in the earth, how can I look at other people's white legs? That's not what a decent person does!" What the hell is going on? Listening to the old man's incoherent words, Wei Xi was furious.

"Old man, we want to ask you if you know where the Lord of Bingzhou has gone? Does he have any army with him?" Fortunately, Qin Feng brought the subject back in time.

"Right, right, right," Hu Dabao said suddenly realizing, "I didn't know. The old man never went into the city, and our entire village is being led outside. Look, that area outside is our village's territory."

Wei Xi changed his mind and asked, "Old man, what did you mean by 'bullying ordinary people'?"

When this was mentioned, Hu Dabao seemed to have a lot of bitterness to vomit, "Master, so many people gathered together and occupied such a large granary in Bingzhou, and they actually... and they eat... Sigh, anyway, there are mutilated dead bodies thrown out every day."

"After suffering so much in life, he couldn't die peacefully. When he reached the King of Hell, he didn't even have a complete corpse... How pitiful!"

Wei Xi, a habitual offender of desecrating corpses, remained calm and guided him, "From what you're saying, the evil of cannibalism was also committed by the refugees who occupied the city?"

"This..." The confused old man Hu Dabao subconsciously felt that something was wrong. All the excitement and confusion disappeared, and he said embarrassedly: "I am an old confused man, and I don't understand these things. Master, why don't you ask someone else?"

Qin Feng understood what he meant and took out the buns he had brought from the post station.

When Hu Dabao saw these cold buns that didn't look very good, his eyes widened and he stood still as if his feet had taken root.

"There are refugees everywhere here. I guess we can exchange buns for a lot of information." Worried that the old man wouldn't understand, Lian Goujian whispered, "I don't know when the relief grain will arrive in the provincial capital..."

Qin Feng shook his wrist, and the buns were so eye-catching in Hu Dabao's slightly shaking vision that he easily forgot the hesitation in his heart.

Thinking of his grandson who lost his parents when he was less than three years old, Hu Dabao gritted his teeth and said, "Don't tell anyone that I told you this!"

"There seem to be several groups of refugees in Bingzhou City. These people fight all over the city, often driving out those who can't compete with them."

"Our village chief is quite cautious and is preventing people from entering the city. He says there's a difference between refugees and bandits, and that we'll have to return home and cultivate the land once the drought is over."

"But there are always young people who are desperate and sneak into Bingzhou City. Several people from our village have already escaped..."

"One last question," Wei Xi said, wanting to squeeze every ounce of value out of this man. "Do those who are driven out have unsteady steps?"

Hu Dabao laughed innocently, "Few people here can eat enough these days. They all look very weak to me."

Wei Xi's mouth twitched, and the three of them left the place, leaving the bun behind.

"This old man talks too trivially, and his words are full of useless things." Lian Gouqie sighed: just now he thought that the team's luck had finally turned and the intelligence work would be easy to carry out.

"He was just complaining at first. How much useful information can you expect?"

Wei Xi held a different view from her two friends. She whispered, "If you think about it carefully, what he said is completely weird. Be careful!"

(End of this chapter)