Escape: I rely on the food exchange system to survive to the extreme

Chapter 272 Slave
When Qi Fei heard the news that the nearest road back to Xirong had suddenly disappeared and collapsed into ruins, he immediately laughed out loud with joy.

Needless to say, this was done by Mei Qiangan.

After all, this guy led his troops away first, and when she arrived at the front line, she didn't see Mei Qian's people. Qi Fei knew at that time that Mei Qian had taken a different path.

As for which road to take, Qi Fei soon received news from Mei Qian.

Mei Qian first talked about what she had done in the past few days, then talked about her future plans, and finally asked Qi Fei if she was free. She said that if the plan was successful in a few days, Qi Fei should remember to send an army to welcome her in advance.

As for how Qi Fei told her whether he was free or not, of course it was through a dream.

Now Prince Jing has been reduced to running errands and sending messages in dreams, and he is at a loss whether to laugh or cry.

"Father, I will be able to return to Cloud City in half a month." Qi Fei said to Prince Jing in her dream, "My daughter will take Cloud City back."

Even in a dream, Qi Fei still choked up when she said this. Prince Jing raised his hand and touched the top of Qi Fei's head. His strong big hand silently comforted Qi Fei.

Qi Fei looked up at Prince Jing, not knowing whether to cry or not. The strength she had during the day was gone. She stared at Prince Jing, her lips trembling, "Father, I really want to go back to my childhood..."

"Buddha bless you, don't look back, there will be a brighter future waiting for you."

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Xirong Desert,

Lingjiao was on night patrol with a group of other female soldiers, including Nasha.

"What are you doing in the tent?"

Looking at the reflection of the original bonfire, the process of Mei Qian's "ritual" of offering rice to the heroes was magnified, and Nasha was shocked at the first glance.

"I don't know." Lingjiao shook her head. She had noticed Mei Qian's behavior early on, but since Mei Qian didn't explain, she didn't ask.

In her eyes, Mei Qian knows a lot of things. Since these skills are not told to her, it means that she cannot learn them. Lingjiao is still very discerning.

Nasha was extremely curious. She looked at Lingjiao and asked, "Are you really not curious?"

"Not curious."

Lingjiao shook his head, leaving Nasha speechless.

They have different curiosities.

Mei Qian worked until late at night before she received a belated reply from Prince Jing. Qi Fei did not directly promise whether she would send troops to support them, but only told Mei Qian to work hard, and it would not be too late to send troops to meet them if they succeeded.

In response to this, Mei Qian simply asked Prince Jing to explore the way for him.

By the way, I would like to ask Prince Jing not to complain. How infuriating it is to have your own father being used as a spy by someone else?
Prince Jing also nodded with a smile. Since he was dead anyway, he was happy to be able to do something while being sober.

However, when it was dawn, Prince Jing returned with a rather serious expression.

At this moment, Mei Qian suddenly had a bad feeling in her heart.

"What? The sheep is gone?"

"There are sheep."

“Fewer sheep?”

"No, a lot."

"What about your expression?"

"In addition to cattle and sheep, there are also a group of slaves."

"slave?"

Mei Qian was surprised, but she soon understood the reason.

She really guessed it right. The Xirong people really planned to move from here along this route to the west, and they had transferred a batch of slaves here before the winter last year.

Because there would not be enough time to transport the goods directly north from Xing'an Prefecture to the Western Rong capital.

But if they were to be transported away again in the spring of a few years, these slaves were not fools. If they were really found to have retreated, they might cause trouble or rebel. "Most of these slaves are craftsmen. The Xirong people were reluctant to give up these talents and wanted to take them back to Xirong. They transported this batch here a few years ago and planned to take them away together after returning to join them."

Hearing Prince Jing's words, Mei Qian couldn't help but raise her eyebrows.

"Then I have to bring these people back. We can't let the talent go out..."

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The Xirong people were also surprised to learn that the road to the west was gone for no reason. Even their people didn't know about gunpowder, and they actually said that the road was destroyed by lightning. The leading general at the time almost killed the spy with a knife.

"Heavenly thunder? Why don't you say it's a punishment from the gods? It must be that Xirong people who are causing trouble!"

Regardless of whether there is evidence or not, it is in their best interest to put the blame on the An Guo people at this moment.

Transfer hatred and boost morale.

Even if they retreated, they could not show any cowardice to the An people.

"They deliberately blocked our way in from the west. They want us to go back to where we came from, right?"

Thornton stared at a group of warriors with well-developed muscles and empty heads, then glanced at Cang who was sitting silently beside him, and asked, "Prince Cang, do you have any ideas?"

“A few years ago, we arranged for a group of craftsmen to settle in Xitu. Now that the nearest route to Xitu is blocked, I always feel a little uneasy.

At least we have to send someone to Xitu quickly, whether it's taking a detour or climbing up directly from where we are, at least we have to hurry up and ask Xitu to speed up the transfer of those people, as well as the cattle and sheep that Xitu originally promised to offer, so as to avoid more trouble at night."

After Cang finished speaking, the image of the girl who jumped out of the car flashed through his mind, and he became more and more uneasy...

"Aqiu!"

"Aqiu!"

In a large sheep pen in Xitu, it was cold in the mornings and evenings. Sigui pulled the sheepskin covering his body and tried his best to curl up his small body in the sheepskin. Although his mind was clear, his body instinctively resisted and did not want to get up.

Feeling the footsteps of cattle and sheep being driven out to graze by the Xirong people early in the morning, Sigui felt sad and confused.

He has been away from home for a long time.

Wandering all the way.

He was captured by the Xirong people on the way to escape. Because he knew some masonry and cooking skills, he was the only one among his fellow villagers who fled to survive.

He was sent to a place called Gongfang, which was full of the An people who had survived. In order to survive, they worked like slaves for the Xirong people.

Some people, in order to become a leading cattle and horse, were willing to hand over their wives and daughters to the Western Rong soldiers to be abused.

He had cursed, not because he had a conscience, but simply because he was jealous. He was jealous that others had wives and daughters while he had nothing.

I have nothing in the years of peace, and I still have nothing in the days of exile.

Later one day he was transferred to a small town on the river. That time, he saw a high-ranking official from the south of the Yangtze River.

It is said that they came to negotiate, and if the negotiations are successful, they will be able to live a peaceful life.

Even if he failed, if he could find a way to get to some important person and ask him to pity him, maybe Sigui would be living an ordinary life in Jiangnan now.

But he had a bad luck.

He was transferred there but was not assigned to serve the officials. Later it seemed that the peace talks were not successful, as it was said that some prince's army was attacking.

Sigui thought, how great it would be if he could be rescued during the chaos?
But his life is so unlucky.

The Western Rong soldiers were defeated, and he was one of the few slaves they took with them when they retreated.

After that, he moved to several places to work as a slave, and last winter he was brought here again.

This time he did not work like an ox or a horse every day, but at this moment he was like a fat sheep being raised to be slaughtered, guarded in this sheepfold, unable to go anywhere.

Thinking of looking at the people passing by them every day and staring at them with the same eyes as if they were looking at goods, Sigui shuddered.

Is there anyone who can come and save me?
Sigui was the one who had a grudge against Mei Qian in Zuixing County and spoke ill of her behind her back.