Raising the Demon

Chapter 466 How many people live in a hundred cities in one state
Boss Ma waited nervously in the concierge inside the gate of Zhizhou Mansion.

From the outside, Boss Ma was dressed like an ordinary old farmer, with deep frowns, heavy bags under the eyes, rough skin like No. [-] sandpaper, and the calluses on his palms were so thick that he almost couldn't hold them.

He put on the best clothes he had so far, and even washed them specially, but he still couldn't wash off the earthy smell in his body.

Anyone who sees Boss Ma will think that he is an honest old farmer, the kind who has never seen the world in his life.

But in fact, Boss Ma is not.

Ma Boss does not have a surname Ma, he leads the entire caravan, so he is called Ma Boss.

Boss Ma's caravan used to be the only caravan in Zaitian Prefecture that dared to go deep into the hinterland of the wilderness.In the endless wasteland, without human habitation, there are countless beasts and savages. There is only one kind of people who dare to enter the depths of the wasteland and are willing to enter the depths of the wasteland.

People with nowhere to go.

In Boss Ma's caravan, there are bandits who have committed many crimes, monks who have been expelled, criminals who have been dispatched to the frontier, deserters who have escaped from the army, ordinary people who have nowhere to go, and ethnic minorities who have rebelled from the tribe.

Boss Ma can accept anyone and control anyone.This old man, he had been a soldier, had killed enemies, and had learned superficial exercises in the barracks. Later, because he was pushed out by his colleagues, he pulled a group of people out and formed a caravan.

Selling salt, transporting jade, delivering letters, they do everything that can make money, and many small cities in Zaitianzhou depend on them to survive, such as Wangdong City, Dingshui City, and so on.

When he was about to grow old, Boss Ma handed over his caravan business to his son, cultivated a piece of land on the extreme northern wilderness, and built a city with a group of old brothers who were too old to run.

A city where no one regards them as criminals and bandits, or as deserters from the country, is the place where he defected and decided to become a caravan, Matou Mountain.

That city is called Matou City, a city smaller than Wangdong City, a city with nothing but deserts and rocks, but it is their home, they have worked hard for most of their lives, and finally found a city where they can live by themselves s home.

Boss Ma clenched his hands tightly, and the rough skin rubbed against each other, as if two stones were squeezing each other.

A few months ago, his son was newly married, and Boss Ma asked his son to stay, and he ran the last business trip for his son.Boss Ma thought, he would make this trip to see his old friends, and tell them that he would never come again, and seeing them today would be a farewell; telling his old friends that he was waiting to have a grandson, even if it was hard work, but this The sons raised on the wasteland are all good men. He likes such a difficult but full of human touch, and hopes that one day his grandson will also be able to run on this trade route and become the link and bridge between these cities.

But he never thought that a farewell today would actually be a farewell forever.

The entire Zaitian Prefecture suffered a catastrophe, most of the cities were turned into dead zones, and Matou City on the wasteland may not be spared either.

At the beginning of the catastrophe, Boss Ma, relying on his survival instinct and correct judgment of the situation, suppressed the urge to go back to Matou City and fled quickly.

He brought his brothers to Zaitian Mansion, and he told them to run for their lives, but he refused to leave.

His son, his future grandson, his woman who came from a wealthy family and was snatched by him, but now she is desperate, are still in Matou City, and he can't leave them alone.

If he didn't leave, those old brothers also stayed behind. In times of crisis, they huddled together, helped each other, and helped each other. In addition, most of them had practiced superficial qi training techniques, and they survived several catastrophes. Stand up.

You must survive before you can find your family members. If they can survive, then your family members may also survive. Boss Ma knows this very well.

Reality sometimes gives people despair, and sometimes gives people hope.It's like the aura that carries Tianfu, with twists and turns.

But when a person created many miracles and convinced everyone, even Boss Ma couldn't help thinking: "If it's Mr. Zi, he can definitely do it."

It’s definitely possible, it’s definitely possible, Mr. Qiuzi will rebuild Matou City, send people to find his family members, at least find them, whether dead...or alive...as long as I find them, I’m willing to give anything.

Boss Ma, who has struggled in the wasteland all his life, can't help but give such hope to Zi Baifeng even if he is licking blood with a knife. He is not a young man who is easily impulsive and trustworthy, but he still firmly believes in this in his heart.

Because apart from this little hope, he has nothing.

He had been waiting here since early in the morning, but several people had already been waiting in front of him. All the officials came in a hurry and stepped in front of him one by one, making him continue to wait.

Boss Ma is like this, worrying about gains and losses in his heart, sometimes thinking: "They must be dead, even if they are dead, what's the use of looking for them? Let's go, let's go, why bother to ask Mr. Zi." Sometimes he thinks: "If Are they still alive? What if they are waiting for me to rescue them?" Thinking this way, I don't even want to wait a moment, I just want to fly to Matou City immediately.

In this painful struggle and torment, Mr. Ma sometimes stood up and sometimes sat down, restless.Most of the people in front were like this until Boss Ma became the front one.

The concierge came in again, Boss Ma immediately stood up excitedly, is it finally his turn?
"I'm here to inform you that my lord has gone to eat and rest." The concierge was an elderly veteran soldier, a little hunched over, and a little deaf. Speaking of you, if there is nothing important, don’t bother your lord. Do you know how busy your lord is now? Even if your lord wants to see you, you don’t understand your lord. Just wait, wait! Your lord will never agree , Your Excellency is busy with some big things now, your family is short-lived, and you still bother your adults with trivial matters!"

Everyone bowed their heads, a little ashamed, but no one left.

The people's reverence for the officials has been around for a long time. If it weren't for the fact that there was nothing they could do, they would never come here.

After complaining, the old concierge turned around and brought another big pot of stew, saying: "My lord said, you are all in charge of the food waiting here, the big chef is too busy, I am not good at cooking, but the stew is in charge I'm full, I have enough food. Come, come, eat all, eat while it's hot."

Boss Ma ate a little, but he couldn't eat, and was restless and fidgety.

After waiting for an unknown amount of time, the concierge finally came in and said, "Your Excellency has returned, Boss Ma, it's your turn next."

As soon as the words were finished, another official came in and said, "I have something to see my lord, please inform me."

The concierge waved his hand impatiently and said, "Wait, wait, I just informed the next one."

This old concierge has served here for many years, and when those high-ranking officials come here, they all lie cross-legged, how can they have the slightest temper?He hurriedly apologized and said with a smile: "I also ask the old man to inform me, this matter is extremely important."

"There are so many important things. If you have nothing to do, you come here to report to the lord. Don't you just want to get closer to the lord? Do you know how busy the lord is? Old horse, come, it's your turn."

Boss Ma followed the concierge nervously. There was already a clerk waiting there. He took over from the old concierge and led Boss Ma back. He stopped outside the study compound and said, "My lord is waiting inside, please come in." .”

Boss Ma entered the yard, and suddenly became nervous, what if the adults don't agree?What if there is no hope...

He was about to turn around and leave, until he heard a voice from inside the door: "Please come in."

The door of the study room was not closed, it was opened directly. Zi Baifeng stood in front of the desk and looked at Boss Ma with a smile.

……

"Where is the Matou City you mentioned?" After listening to Boss Ma's words, Zi Baifeng stood up and pointed to the huge map behind him.

This map was drawn together by Xiao Pan, Master Hua and Zi Baifeng.Because of the loss of aura, Zibaifeng's tiles were completely dark. Only Yinglongzong, Shanshui City, and Zaitianfu were lit. It's just blank.

Boss Ma stood up, stretched out his finger, but withdrew his hand hastily, drawing such a beautiful map, he had never seen it before.

"This is Wangdong City, 450 miles to the north from here, there is a small city called Zhuji City, with more than 400 people, and a thousand miles to the northeast, there is another city called Yewu City, and to the north is Yinma River, along the Yinma River to the north, to the end... here, this is Matou City."

Zi Baifeng's eyes lit up when he heard Boss Ma counting these cities.

Zi Baifeng picked up a small flag, wrote "Horse Head City" on it, and inserted it where Boss Ma was pointing.

"Boss Ma, do you know all the cities like the back of your hand?" Zi Baifeng asked.

"The old man went to all these places when he was running a caravan, but some cities are gone, leaving only ruins, and some cities have fewer and fewer people, and only a few cities have developed. Alas, it is not easy to make a living in the wasteland... ..."

Zi Baifeng nodded, marked all the cities mentioned by Boss Ma with small flags, and asked Ma Laodao: "Tell me about other cities."

Although Boss Ma really wanted to hear a letter from Zi Baifeng, he dared not answer when Zi Baifeng asked. marked up.

Zi Baifeng counted, and Boss Ma marked a total of 93 cities, not counting the ones that Zi Baifeng had marked before.

Adding the cities originally identified by Zibai weathervane, there are actually 110 cities in Zaitian Prefecture.

Of course, some of these cities can only be regarded as small towns, but there are also cities with a population of tens of thousands.

Zi Baifeng was stunned. In the barren and vast land of Zaitian Prefecture, there were far more people living than he imagined, and the sins of Ying Longzong were deeper than he knew.

　yesterday……

　　
　
(End of this chapter)