For example, after the wild people were defeated, the cattle and sheep left behind were everywhere, and they never ran out of beef and mutton to eat every day;
For example, the land there was so fertile, you could casually throw so seeds and not even bother with them, yet by autumn harvest, you'd have enough to fill your belly for a year.
In short,
in the blind man's persuasion,
Snow Sea Pass was no longer a military stronghold; it had beco a paradise on earth.
Of course, the blind man was a sham priest himself, so he directly infused so religious descriptions of the afterlife into the reality of Snow Sea Pass. In any case, it could satisfy all your fantasies and needs;
As the migration continued, so did the persuasion, and the group grew larger and larger, like a snowball. Even many refugees who had lost their hos due to the chaos of war under Ying Capital City were attracted to join this group.
"My lord, the blind man never expected to stir up such a large movent. Is there going to be any trouble?"
Siniang asked worriedly.
For the local officials, the loss of population in their jurisdiction was a serious cri. Because this group had military escorts, the local officials didn't dare to stop it openly, but they would surely go back and write a morandum to impeach.
Zheng Fan shook his head and said:
"It's fine, don't worry about it."
Compared to the forty thousand Chu people's bones under Jade Plate City, what I've done is truly insignificant.
Tian Wujing's intention to shelter was already very clear. Regardless of the pressure from above, Zheng Fan believed that Old Tian could also support him.
Moreover, since Town South Pass was still in the hands of the Chu people, the importance of his Snow Sea Pass was further highlighted. Not only did it need to block the potential of wild people moving south, but it also needed to curb the Chu people from advancing north.
As he said before, even if it went all the way to the Yan Emperor, given the Yan Emperor's temperant, he might even wish for him to beco a warlord sooner to stabilize the local situation.
"Since my lord is confident, then I am relieved."
"Are you hungry?"
Zheng Fan said sowhat apologetically,
"I should have let you eat sothing earlier. I'll have soone prepare it."
The evening al was simple. After all, they were in the military. Tian Wujing did not make any special arrangents, so Zheng Fan could not make any either. It was just a regular military al, but eating with Siniang was quite enjoyable.
By the second day, the migration group was still less than halfway. Zheng Fan rode with Siniang on the Pixiu for a stroll. In the realm of horses, this Pixiu held a status even higher than luxury complentation in later generations. It would be a pity not to ride with beauty and enjoy the breeze.
Moreover, with the end of the war and spring in full swing, it was an excellent ti for an outing.
After galloping,
they lay down on a patch of Fangcao, gazing at the blue sky, chatting. These days were rather carefree.
Only, you had to learn to filter out the white bones hidden beneath the green grass seen from ti to ti.
It wasn't until the morning of the third day, with most of the migration group crossing the river, that Zheng Fan finally saw the blind man and A Ming.
A Ming was still A Ming, no matter if he had been crawling through a dung pit a mont ago, in the next mont, he was still the epito of a refined noble.
In contrast, the blind man was covered in stains, clearly exhausted from the effort he had put in along the journey.
"You've worked hard."
Zheng Fan said.
The blind man shook his head, pointed to the rear where the migration group was camped for the night, and said:
"My lord, this is our foundation, our true foundation."
The blind man appeared sowhat excited because among the seven demon lords, he was the most interested in the "rebellion" endeavor.
Moreover, managing the food, drink, and other needs of so many people along the way required so ntal stimulation to maintain effort.
After all, the civilians weren't an army and couldn't be constrained by military orders. If you were too strict, you'd fear them running away, so persuasion and deception were considerably tiring.
"Later, I'll ask Prince Jingnan for so troops to help escort the civilians to Snow Sea Pass."
"That would be excellent, my lord."
Zheng Fan looked at the sky and said:
"It's late, I'll go to Prince Jingnan first, you all take so rest."
"Understood, my lord."
After Zheng Fan left the tent,
the blind man boldly sat down, took off his outer robe, and disdainfully threw the dirty robe far away.
A Ming sneered and said:
"I'm dressed so cleanly, and when Siniang crossed the river a few days ago, she wasn't disheveled at all. Do you think my lord can't see through your act?"
"It's better if my lord sees through it, you get it?"
A Ming didn't want to speak.
Siniang was trimming her nails.
The blind man then turned to Siniang and said:
"Siniang, has my lord changed in any way?"
"Which aspect do you an?"
"Perhaps it's because I haven't seen him for so long, but suddenly seeing my lord again, I feel his deanor has changed sowhat from before."
"Mm-hmm."
"I can't quite describe the feeling."
With that,
the blind man stood up,
and said:
"I'll go back to the camp to have a look. A Ming, co with , Siniang stay here with my lord."
A Ming accompanied the blind man out of the tent and, after not going far, spoke to the blind man:
"Did you sense a change in my lord's aura? Could it be that he has advanced but is deliberately keeping it a secret?"
"What are you talking about?"
"Do you think Siniang didn't hear?"
"I know she heard, that's why I said it."
"You're doing it again."
"There are things best left for Siniang to ask or try first."
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