At the beginning, his wife came to him, and he became rich by selling kidney treasures.

"Escape, where to escape?" Ren Hao asked, opening his eyes.

"Of course he fled back to Wei." replied the old pavilion chief.

"Do you know how far the State of Wei is from here?" Ren Hao asked.

"It's probably about a thousand miles." The old pavilion chief estimated the distance from Tianshui Town to the nearest county in Wei State.

"Since you already know that the distance is more than a thousand miles, why are you still running? It's better to make the best of it since we are here." Ren Hao gave the old pavilion chief a blank look, telling him to give up the idea of ​​escaping.

After all, now that we have escaped from Tianshui Town, where can we run to?

There is a desert in front and a Gobi desert behind.

Moreover, they had neither water nor food, and they would starve to death sooner or later if they ran away.

"Brother, you have a skill. Even if you are sold to Minglan or a small country, you can live comfortably there. But it's different for me. I don't have a skill and I'm old. If I don't run away, the only outcome is death."

"I'm going to die anyway, I might as well die freely. Who knows, I might even be able to escape back to Wei." The old pavilion chief sighed. Let alone having Ren Hao's salt-making skills, even if he had some carving skills, he would not risk escaping.

"Brother, who said you don't have any special skills?"

"I see you are very good at unlocking locks." Ren Hao said with some sarcasm, and he roughly understood what the old pavilion chief did when he was young.

"Come on, stop teasing me. If you don't run away, then I will." The old pavilion chief waved his hand.

"Don't worry, brother. Just make the best of it. As long as I'm here, I guarantee that you won't die and will be able to return to Wei safely." Ren Hao patted the old pavilion chief's shoulder, telling him to relax and not to blindly escape and die.

"Brother, where does your confidence come from?" The old pavilion chief sighed.

"Don't worry about where my confidence comes from, just believe me, I promise you will be fine." Ren Hao waved his hand, too lazy to explain more.

If he really refuses to listen and wants to escape, then I can only follow him. Ren Hao has no intention of escaping anyway.

When the old pavilion chief saw Ren Hao's confident look and thought about how Ren Hao saved him, he finally gave up the idea of ​​escaping and chose to stay and trust Ren Hao.

Although the old captain gave up on escaping and put the handcuffs back on his wrists, the other Wei people still wanted to escape.

Although the old pavilion chief was a little restless again, when he saw that Ren Hao didn't care about what was happening outside, he suppressed his restlessness and fell asleep.

As for those Wei people who took the opportunity to escape, they were caught by several innkeepers and sent back before they even ran out of the inn.

What greeted these people was naturally not fine wine and mutton, but whips in the hands of the horse people.

The Ma people and the Hu people tied all the fleeing Wei people to stakes and whipped them with whips, forcing them to tell them who was the leader.

But no matter how these Wei people were beaten, they refused to say who was the leader.

Seeing that none of them confessed, Ma Min became even more ruthless and beat them until their skin was torn and flesh was exposed.

Anyone who fainted would be woken up by the Hu guests pouring a basin of pepper water on them.

And these pepper water also made them feel miserable.

Hearing these people's screams and seeing their miserable appearances, the other Wei people were horrified and frightened.

The old pavilion chief was especially glad that he did not run away last night, otherwise, with his physique, he would have died without being able to withstand a few whips.

Soon, a Hu guest came over with a bucket.

No one understood what was going on, but soon after the Hu guest poured out the contents of the bucket, all the Wei people rushed forward to grab the contents.

All that was poured out were the leftover bones.

The Hu Ke and Ma Min who were standing nearby all had their arms folded over their shoulders as if they were watching dogs.

Ma Ming shouted in a hoarse voice, his eyes full of contempt and mockery, "This is given to you by the master because he saw that you did not run away."

"But you all have to remember this: running away will be their fate!!!" Ma Min pointed at the Wei people who were tied to the stakes.

Everyone ignored him and just kept gnawing on the bones like dogs without spines. Some people even secretly felt lucky that they didn't run along last night.

The old guard took advantage of the chaos to grab two bones and handed one of them with some meat on it to Ren Hao.

But Ren Hao snatched away the bones that the old pavilion chief had snatched back and threw them out.

The two bones were immediately snatched away by others.

"Brother, what are you doing? This... I snatched this with great difficulty!!!"

"I'm still hungry." The old pavilion chief was speechless, not knowing what Ren Hao was thinking.

"We'll eat delicious food later." Ren Hao glanced at the old pavilion chief. They are human beings, not dogs.

Ren Hao shouted to Ma Min next to him: "I want to eat meat and drink wine."

A man who wants to eat meat and drink alcohol?

Everyone was laughing in their hearts as they gnawed on the bones. Isn't this clearly asking for a beating?

"Whip, do you want to eat it?!" Ma Min waved the whip in his hand arrogantly. He had been annoyed with this Han Chinese all along the way.

"Haha, if you want to give me a whip, then just come on."

"If you beat me so hard, I won't be able to make fine salt. I'll see how you, a dog, will explain to your master." Ren Hao was not afraid of Ma Min at all. He even stood up carelessly and deliberately angered Ma Min.

"You are looking for death!!!" Ma Min's eyes were full of anger.

What he hated most in his life was being called a wolfdog.

Just as Ma Min was about to whip Ren Hao, a voice stopped him: "Ma Min, stop it."

The person who stopped Ma Min was the returning Hu boss.

He had just sold five taels of fine salt made by Ren Hao to a colleague in the same trade in exchange for a small yellow croaker weighing three taels.

"This Han Chinese master is too much. He has no idea of ​​his own status and actually wants to eat meat and drink wine." Ma Min pointed at Ren Hao and said.

"Hmph, have you ever recognized your own position? You are such a useless piece of trash that you will be a wolfhound all your life." The Hu boss looked unhappy and glared at Ma Min.

The reason why the Hu boss called Ma Min a waste was because he secretly asked Ma Min to lead two Hu guests to make fine salt last night. If they could succeed, they would kill the Han man without hesitation.

But unfortunately, all the steps were done one by one as it seemed, and the salt extracted was extremely bitter, not even as good as coarse salt.

Ma Min was scolded by his boss. Although he was annoyed and unhappy, he had to endure it.

"Go and get him a leg of lamb and a bag of good wine." The boss instructed the Hu guest next to him.