My lady, I'm going to rebel.

The spring in Qingyan Mountain is like a beautiful painting carefully painted by nature. Under the caress of the warm sun, it awakens the earth that has been sleeping for a winter.

The fields are bustling with activity.

"Hey, Lao Zhang, look at this land. This year will definitely be another bumper harvest!" A dark-skinned farmer straightened up, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and shouted to his companion who was busy sowing seeds next to him.

"Haha, that's right. Our Qingyan Mountain has been getting better and better in recent years. With Lord Mu Zheng leading us, we have hope for the future!" Old Zhang responded with a simple smile on his face.

Mu Zheng looked at this thriving scene excitedly with a smile on his face.

At this moment, Gong Wen came running over in a hurry: "Brother Mu, something happened at the east entrance."

"What's wrong?" Mu Zheng asked.

"A large number of refugees have arrived. They heard that Qingyan Mountain was being rebuilt and have flocked here to seek refuge," Gong Wen said. With so many people arriving, everyone was undecided. Firstly, they were worried there might be people with bad intentions, and secondly, Qingyan Mountain was in such a state of disrepair that it lacked the capacity to protect so many people.

Mu Zheng frowned when he heard this, "Let's go and take a look."

The east entrance is the main road into Qingyan Mountain.

At this time, a large group of people were gathered here.

I saw a woman holding a child. Her clothes were already tattered, full of patches and stains. The child in her arms was crying loudly because of hunger. The crying sounded particularly mournful in this noisy environment, as if it was an accusation against this miserable world.

The woman's eyes were red, filled with anxiety and helplessness. She could only gently rock her body to coax the child while looking around anxiously, hoping to enter this rumored safe place as soon as possible.

Next to him, there was an old man leaning on a cane. He was hunched over and every step he took seemed extremely strenuous. The "thump thump" sound made by the cane hitting the ground seemed to be telling the weight of time.

There was also the young man with a green face. He was so thin that he seemed like he could be blown down by a gust of wind. Long-term hunger made his face pale, but even so, his straight back still stood stubbornly.

When the crowd was crowded at the mountain pass, noisy and anxious, a young military leader came out.

The military commander, dressed in military uniform, stood tall and handsome, exuding an extraordinary aura that was intimidating. Seeing this, the refugees subconsciously shrank back, their eyes filled with fear. They feared they would be driven away, afraid that their hard-earned hope would be shattered in an instant.

However, when everyone looked at the appearance and demeanor of the military leader, and thought of the famous Lord Mu Zheng, they guessed that the person in front of them might be Mu Zheng who could decide their fate, so they knelt down one after another, and the sound of pleading came one after another.

"Sir, please take us in. We are really desperate!"

"Sir, please have mercy on us poor people. We haven't had a full meal for many days."

The pleading words were full of sorrow, and each sound was so clear and heartbreaking.

Mu Zheng frowned as he looked at the refugees in front of him. He smelled the sour odor of these people who had not taken a bath for many days, mixed with the dust they had picked up from traveling all the way, which was pungent and unpleasant.

But his eyes did not show any disdain. Instead, he slowly scanned these hungry people and asked, "Where are you from? Where are you from?"

At this time, an old man came out from the crowd, trembling. He first kowtowed heavily, and the sound of his forehead hitting the ground was particularly clear in this momentary silence at the mountain pass. Then he raised his head, his wrinkled face full of vicissitudes of life, and said in a trembling voice: "I am waiting here from Huailai, sir. We have suffered a great disaster there. The crops have failed, but the government's land tax has not been reduced at all and is still as heavy. We really have no choice. We can't pay the tax, and our families have no food to survive. We have no choice but to flee from the famine. Many people starved to death along the way. Those who can make it here are relying on a hope to hold on. I heard that you are kind and righteous, sir, so I came to seek refuge with you. I hope you will take us poor people in."

Mu Zheng frowned. There were quite a few people coming.

"But, our Qingyan Mountain can't accommodate so many people. We don't have enough seeds, not enough stocks, and not enough houses..."

Some people in the crowd began to voice their own opinions. It seemed that, while they weren't explicitly rejecting the idea, everyone was reluctant to accept so many refugees.

Li Lian naturally heard everyone's feedback and looked at Mu Zheng: "What should we do?"