The prince is very cruel

"fine."

"I have a way to deal with this."

"Let's disperse first."

"The people from Quicksand stay for a while."

"Brother Nie, take your men to clean out the granary in the mountain and prepare to collect the grain."

"Yes!" Everyone clasped their fists and dispersed immediately.

"..."

After everyone left, Guan Ning summoned the twenty-three people from Liusha and assigned them tasks. Some of them had to enter Qinghe County in advance to gather information, and some had to carry black gunpowder into the designated location and make preparations in advance.

Although Guan Ning didn't say it, he knew in his heart that this trip would not be easy.

If he surrendered to the Xiliang rebels, he would naturally be treated as a guest of honor, but if he did not surrender, Helan Mountain would probably settle all the old and new accounts with him.

After explaining everything, he turned and went to Cao Ziyan's yard.

The place was filled with a strong aroma of medicine. Rare medicinal herbs from the Bashan and Shu regions, some even a hundred years old, were all brought here and processed by the most experienced old doctor to regulate Cao Ziyan's body.

Her vital signs became much more obvious, but her face was still as pale as snow, and she never woke up.

Guan Ning felt extremely distressed, thinking back to the time when Cao Ziyan was such a bright and dignified lady from a noble family, with a rosy complexion and shy eyes, but now...

He stayed with her personally, never leaving her side, feeding her some medicinal food and wiping her body.

The next day, which was the third day of Cao Ziyan's coma, she still did not wake up.

Guan Ning began to get a little anxious. Would she just keep sleeping like this and become a vegetable?

If it is brain death, it cannot be detected with ancient medical methods.

But many old doctors from Bashan and Shu, and even some Taoist priests who practiced rituals, came, but they were still helpless. Guan Ning was forced to do nothing but sit in front of the bed, holding the newborn Guan Xi, calling her name over and over again.

Guan Xi seemed to know that his mother was lying on the bed, unconscious, and he cried loudly, his cries were sharp and lasted for a long time.

The person on the hospital bed moved his fingers slightly, but no one noticed.

The next day.

Cao Ziyan still didn't wake up, but Wu Zhu came!

Eighty thousand kilograms of grain were delivered to the outside of Shu in a continuous stream of horse-drawn carriages. It was so huge that it seemed as if they were brought from Cangyun County.

Eighty thousand kilograms is neither too much nor too little. If it is made into porridge and added with some wild vegetables, it is enough to feed 100,000 people for a few days. Therefore, the entire Shu area was very happy and worshipped Guan Ning even more.

Guan Ning has no pastures, no more land, and cannot provide delicious food, but he will still do his best to keep these refugees alive.

In just half a day, the militia from Bashan took over all the food.

Guan Ning also set out, leaving Shu and heading for the moon alone with only Sheng Qi and Yu Dilong.

When Wu Zhu saw that Nie Nan didn't come, he didn't get angry, but questioned Guan Ning.

Guan Ning casually made up a reason, saying that Nie Nan was ill in bed. Wu Zhu was choked and was unhappy at first, but thinking that Guan Ning felt the same, she didn't say anything else.

The Xiliang rebel cavalry led the way, which was very effective in this chaotic world. No emergencies were encountered along the way. Some bandits ran away without a trace as soon as they saw that it was the Xiliang army.

Along the way, Guan Ning witnessed the cruelty of war.

Along the way, there were families moving away, women crying their eyes out, and coffins being carried with yellow peach wood swords. There were many people starving to death in the wilderness, and even more headless corpses left by armies fighting, with no one to clean them up.

The once beautiful mountains and rivers were shattered, leaving only devastation. The crops trampled by the war horses were lifeless, and even those that survived had already been swept away by the Xiliang army.

The villages we passed by were already deserted, with only some elderly people squatting at the doorsteps, waiting for their own death in loneliness.

The distance they were looking at was the direction their children were going, but they were too old to walk and could only stay in the village and leave everything to fate.