Chapter 815 Refugee Camp

When Wu Fan finished his winemaking work, the sound of training could be heard from the square of the Hermit Village. When Wu Fan walked out, the militiamen in the Hermit Village had already started training.

The militia team of more than 400 people was much more powerful than the team of about 100 people at the beginning. In addition, the conditions in the Hermit Village were gradually improving. Whether it was food or weapons and equipment, they were much better than before. Niu Er and others also put a lot of effort in training. It can be said that the team in front of them, although nominally still a militia team, was not weaker in combat effectiveness than the regular army of the court.

Seeing this, Wu Fan felt more at ease. He was not often in the Hermit Village, and this Hermit Village was his base camp. Naturally, he hoped that there would always be peace here.

After saying hello to Niu Er and others, Wu Fan set off for Qingyuan County. The BMW he summoned was very fast. Before noon, he had already arrived outside the city of Qingyuan County.

Wu Fan was not in a hurry to teleport back to Tianshan. Although Shanling Pass could change at any time, Qingyuan County was Wu Fan's fiefdom, and it also involved the safety of the Hermit Village, so Wu Fan could not ignore it.

When he arrived outside Qingyuan County, Wu Fan saw dense, short and small wooden sheds, and people with pale faces and thin bodies, lying or sitting. Wu Fan's passing did not cause much movement. Occasionally, someone looked up at him, and their eyes were full of numbness, indifference, and deep despair.

When County Magistrate Guo was still there, he never asked about these refugees, letting them fend for themselves outside the city, so that the wild vegetables and even tree bark around Qingyuan County were eaten up, and many people had starved to death. Some young and strong people either joined the rebels or used their remaining strength to go elsewhere to find possible opportunities for survival.

After the death of County Magistrate Guo, the imperial court originally sent a new county magistrate. The new county magistrate might give them some help when he took office. However, the new county magistrate was killed by the rebels on the way before he took office. These refugees lost hope again and waited for death in despair.

"Big brother, I... I'm still hungry"

Just as Wu Fan was leading the horse and passing the refugee area, a little girl of five or six years old crawled over and hugged his legs with a pitiful expression.

Wu Fan squatted down and looked at the little girl who was covered in filth and had a sallow face. The other party obviously did not dare to look at Wu Fan. When she saw Wu Fan, she subconsciously retracted her gaze. However, the hands holding Wu Fan's legs did not loosen, but hugged tighter.

"Ni'er, come here." A weak voice came from not far away. It looked like the mother of the little girl. The other party looked at Wu Fan with numbness and fear.

In her mind, Wu Fan looked like a young man from a wealthy family in the city. After all, Wu Fan was well dressed, had a fine horse by his side, and had a beautiful pet on his shoulder. He looked like a real nobleman.

She also knew that no matter the officials in the city or the people from the wealthy families, they did not welcome refugees like them. She was afraid that her daughter would anger Wu Fan and be beaten to death by him. If that happened, no one would stand up to speak for them and uphold justice.

After all, in the eyes of officials and wealthy businessmen, the lives of refugees like them were not lives, but more like a burden. They could be killed and no one would care.

"But Ni'er is so hungry." The little girl loosened her arms around Wu Fan's legs, then held them tightly again, turned her head and looked at her mother pitifully and fearfully.

"Don't be afraid." Before the little girl's mother spoke again, Wu Fan smiled and touched the little girl's dirty, tangled hair, and said, "Brother will give you food."

Hearing this, the little girl turned her head and looked at Wu Fan, with fear, surprise and strong expectations in her eyes.

Wu Fan took out a piece of exquisitely made pastry from his "arms" and handed it to the little girl, saying, "Eat it."

Because Wu Fan himself knows how to cook, and his level is not low, so he always has various pastries and food in his backpack so that he doesn't have to eat dry food when he is on the road. Anyway, no matter how long the food is in the backpack, it will not deteriorate, so Wu Fan has developed the habit of always having food.

When the little girl saw the exquisitely made pastry, her eyes suddenly lit up, and the light was even brighter than the sun. She swallowed several times subconsciously, and then reached out to take it.

However, halfway through, the little girl timidly retracted her hand, looking at Wu Fan eagerly and expectantly, saying, "Big brother, is this really for Nier? They are so beautiful."

"Of course it's for you, eat it." Wu Fan touched the little girl's hair again and said.

"Thank you, big brother, big brother, you are so kind." After confirming that it was indeed for her, the little girl took the cake from Wu Fan, and then stumbled to her mother, not forgetting to thank her.

"Mom, there is food, there is food." The little girl came to her mother with the cake and said.

"Well, Nier, you eat it." The little girl's mother looked at the cake with a little heat, but did not take it, just let the little girl eat it herself.

"Mom, let's eat together." The little girl divided the cake into two portions and handed half of it to her mother.

"Mom is not hungry, Ni'er, you eat."

"Mom is lying, Ni'er can hear your stomach growling."

"That's because Mom drank too much water. Mom is really not hungry, you eat."

The little girl's mother said as she hugged her daughter in her arms and looked around vigilantly.

When they saw the cake just now, it wasn't just their mother whose eyes lit up. There were many eyes around watching. For a group of hungry people, the temptation of such a cake was quite great.

Seeing that her mother didn't eat it and she was really hungry, the little girl couldn't help but take a bite of the cake in her hand. Her face immediately showed an expression of enjoyment, and her eyes narrowed comfortably. For them now, a bowl of porridge can be regarded as a delicacy, not to mention that it was a cake cooked by Wu Fan, a chef with master cooking skills.

"Give me the cake!"

Just when the little girl was enjoying the cake, her mother's worry happened. A middle-aged man in his forties came over fiercely, staring at the cake in the little girl's hand, and swallowing in his mouth.

"What are you going to do?" The little girl's mother hugged her daughter tighter and looked at the middle-aged man nervously.

"This is what my big brother gave to Ni'er." The little girl said timidly in her mother's arms: "If you...if you really want to eat it, Ni'er can share it with you."