sbdcsierra Chapter 177 Residents
Chapter 177 Residents
General Qi won a great victory in the night attack and was in high spirits on his way back. After counting the number of people, he was surprised to find that less than 20 people were killed or wounded on his side. You know, he brought 3,000 people to the raid. Under normal circumstances, he would have lost at least a hundred people in this night attack. Only 20 casualties was unprecedented.
"Seventeen people died, three were seriously injured, and nine were slightly injured."
General Qi nodded slightly and instructed his subordinates: "Take good care of the families of the seventeen people who died, and increase the compensation silver according to the previous years' quota. If there are no families, then bury them with honor."
Only after settling the dead soldiers did General Qi have time to ask the military advisor about Gu Fengyue.
"Did the child really cry?"
"Really crying." The military advisor stared at him helplessly: "What are you doing? Why are you fussing over a child? He doesn't worry about himself, but you worry about him to the point of scolding him and making him cry. Why bother? I think that Second Master Gu is not a fool. If the child didn't have some real skills, how could you dare to bring him here? Do you think this is a good place?"
What the military advisor said makes sense. Although Bai Ta City seems to have a lot of people now, they are actually all residents who have fled here from other small cities. Those who are truly capable have already run away. They would not stay here and wait for the enemy to attack.
Song Chunlin, who was crying due to being scolded by the two people, was lying on the bed like a salted fish. It was too tiring to kill people with mental power. He had been busy all night and felt that his mental power was almost drained. At this moment, he was drinking spiritual spring water as a beverage.
Gu Fengyue went to the military camp. Yesterday, General Qi agreed to launch a night attack. Today, he went to inspect the military camp in place of General Qi and he would probably not be back until the afternoon.
Song Chunlin gulped down a large glass of spiritual spring water, and only then did he feel the dull pain in his head ease a lot. He closed his eyes and entered the space. As soon as he entered, he heard Dabao screaming inside.
"Master, master, it is useful, it is useful, it has the power of merit!"
"Merit? Is there merit in killing people?" Song Chunlin listened in surprise as Dabao talked about the merit of the golden light just now.
"Although not much, but there are some, Master, you may not have noticed."
Song Chunlin touched his nose in embarrassment, because there would be sporadic golden light of merit flying over on weekdays, so Song Chunlin usually ignored it. After coming here, Song Chunlin had been using his mental power to kill people, and he did not expect that he would gain merit this time.
Dabao was still chattering over there: "Master, come on, I've calculated it, you only need to kill 17,921 more Turks, and then I can have a body!"
When Song Chunlin heard the number, his eyes went dark. It was nearly 18,000 people, which was rounded to 20,000. He could only kill a hundred people at most in one night, and he specifically picked the soldiers with low health to fight. If he had to rely on killing people to accumulate merit, Song Chunlin felt that it would be faster to grow sweet potatoes.
Song Chunlin looked at Dabao with a headache: "Dabao, it's not that your master doesn't want to see you, it's just that I am powerless. Think about it, the Turks have 180,000 troops stationed here. Even if your master has supernatural powers, he can't kill 20,000 people without being noticed by the other side."
Dabao's excited ahoge drooped instantly, and he pointed at his fingers pitifully: "Master, are you really not going to try harder?"
Song Chunlin refused seriously: "No."
Dabao was so sad that his entire cotton doll revealed his frustration. Seeing him like this, Song Chunlin had to comfort him again, "Don't worry, I went to the street yesterday and observed that this place is geographically closer to modern Qinghai. Let me think about what the specialty of Qinghai is. Oh, it's the wolfberry. That thing is good. Since the climate and geographical location are similar, that wolfberry should be able to grow, right?"
Dabao was puzzled: "What does growing wolfberries have to do with merit?"
Song Chunlin said as a matter of course: "It doesn't matter now, let's plant first. In the past, people could make a fortune by selling wolfberries, so there's no reason why we can't, right? Even if things don't work out, can we still raise cattle and sheep here? It's not impossible to develop it, right? If the people have an economic pillar, they will have a way to make a living. Then won't the golden light of merit come?"
Dabao was stunned by Song Chunlin's trick. It turned out that children who are not very worldly-wise are easier to coax. Not long after, Dabao recovered his energy and went to farm for Song Chunlin happily.
Song Chunlin wiped the sweat from his forehead and thought that he had finally tricked this kid. Next, he would have to investigate carefully what he could do here.
After drinking another cup of spiritual spring water, Song Chunlin changed his clothes and went out directly. This time the doorman had learned his lesson. As soon as Song Chunlin left, the news reached General Qi.
General Qi had just taken off his armor. He was exhausted after running around all night. He was about to scold the doorman for not stopping Song Chunlin, but the doorman replied, "Young Master Song also said that he is going to the military camp to have dinner with Second Master Gu. You don't need to worry too much."
Upon hearing this, General Qi waved his hand at the doorman in annoyance and decided not to meddle in other people's business. Anyway, no matter what happened, Gu Fengyue would be responsible for it, so why should he worry about it?
Song Chunlin left the government office smoothly. Today he planned to continue visiting the alley that he had not visited yesterday.
Compared with yesterday, there are obviously more people in the alley today, most of them are refugees. There are still small stalls and vendors, but business is very bad. Many people just sit at the stalls, not soliciting customers, just sitting there.
Some people saw the young master Song Chunlin walking towards them from a distance and thought he was an important customer. However, he just walked past them without even glancing at them, obviously not intending to stop and buy anything.
Since he was not a target customer, those people did not care. Song Chunlin walked through the commercial area and came to another street. There were obviously fewer businesses on this street, and most of them were closed. Compared with the outside, the atmosphere of life here was more intense, and closed doors could be seen everywhere. Song Chunlin used his mental power to explore and found that there were people living inside, but there were relatively few people, and they were all the elderly, the weak, women and children.
Song Chunlin felt very strange. Among the residents on this entire street, there were very few young and middle-aged people. Even middle-aged women and girls were rare. Every family was filled with old people or young children. The few families with men were all sick or disabled.
With so many families, even if each family only sends one person, there will be hundreds of people, which is a considerable force. Moreover, it is impossible that each family has only one male. He has specifically checked the Dajing Law. If there is only one adult male in the family, the government will not conscript the only male.