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The crypt where coolie lives is dark and humid, and often hundreds of people are crowded in a narrow cave. They have to curl up at night before falling asleep.

There are only 500 defenders here. In order to prevent riots, the Baidi people only gave these coolies one meal every day, and they were all sparse. A strong man was not full at all. They did heavy physical work during the day, and people often fainted from hunger or fell ill.

The Baidi people's response was also very simple and crude. Whether they were hungry or sick, they would feed a bowl of porridge when they fainted. Those who could wake up and continue working could survive. Those who could not do so would be pulled out of the city to bury them alive. Anyway, in their opinion, these three thousand young and strong people were no different from livestock, they were all consumables.

The supper that night was a routine porridge. The coolies were reluctant to finish it in one sip. They took a small sip, but a bowl of porridge was only so much, and they didn't feel full at all, and the bowl was at the bottom.

Qian San was only fifteen years old and had been arrested as a coolie for more than a month. He hadn't been full every day for more than a month. How could he bear it when he was old? After eating this bowl of porridge, Qian San felt dizzy and almost fell to the ground.

The coolies around were shocked and hurriedly held Qian San down with all their might. An older man reached out and touched Qian San's forehead, and his face turned pale in an instant: "No, San'er is having a fever!"

"What?" The coolies' faces turned blue and white, especially the men who had a good relationship with Qian San on weekdays, their lips were so anxious that they were purple. "Uncle Wu, is San'er's fever so bad? If you can't work tomorrow, then... those barbarians don't care for patients!"

The man named Uncle Fifth carefully felt the heat coming from his palms, and shook his head helplessly for a while: "It's not awesome to burn. As long as you can have a full meal, take a hot bath, and then cover it in the quilt for a night, it will be fine tomorrow morning, but living here is a problem, where do you get the food and hot water!"

Qian San was so crazy that he was already confused. His mind was already unclear, and hesitated and shouted about hunger.

The big and thick men around all lowered their heads in shame. If it were other things, they could help them, but in this coolie camp, getting sick means being given up and no one can save them.

At this moment, a young man who looked in his twenties suddenly appeared in front of everyone with a bowl: "I haven't drunk my porridge yet, let's drink it for San'er first."

"Zhuangzi?" Uncle Wu looked at the young man in surprise, "Aren't you next door? Why are you here?"

"Uncle, I've come a long time ago, but there are too many people, and my brothers didn't see me." Zhuangzi smiled honestly, "The Baidi people arrested more than a dozen men yesterday. We couldn't stuff them into our cave, so they drove me here."

There are still some scattered villages around Beiqu City. I heard that there are many families on the mountain to the east. The Baidi people often go out to plunder from time to time and capture all the strong men around who have not had time to escape. This is no longer a strange thing.

"Oh, it's been so long, why can't I stay here if I can't do anything?" Uncle Wu sighed, took the bowl handed over by Zhuangzi, and fed Qian San bit by bit.

After eating the bowl of porridge intermittently, Qian San's frown seemed to relax a little, no longer shouting about hunger, but fell asleep in a deep drowsy manner.

"This porridge can only be rescued, and the heat can't be dissipated." Uncle Wu put the bowl on the ground, "If you can't wake up tomorrow morning and be discovered by those barbarians, San'er's life will definitely be gone."

It was already late at night. The tired coolies who were usually tired had already fallen asleep on hunger, but today no one fell asleep at this time. Hundreds of people surrounded Qian San nervously, praying that this little guy could survive as soon as possible.

But this situation is not the first time. So far, no sick person has survived successfully. Even if he can survive tonight, the disease will only continue to worsen without food or myrrh. In the end, he was discovered by the Baidi people and his life will come to an end.

Zhuangzi's half of his face was covered in the darkness, and he focused on looking at Qian San who was sleeping for a while, and suddenly said, "Uncle Wu, I remember that there seems to be herbs around the quarry that can cure fever, right?"

"Well, there is." Uncle Wu was still solemn, "If it was during the day, brothers could find a way to pick a few of them, but we can't get out in the middle of the night, so it's useless."

"It's okay, I'll go later, don't worry." Zhuangzi looked out of the cave with his hands ready to look, "I've figured it out. The Baidi people outside change posts every hour. The outside of the cave is not as tight as the gate, and the defense is not that tight."

Uncle Wu hesitated for a while: "Zhuangzi, can this work? Don't put yourself in without taking medicine."

"Just look." Zhuangzi laughed and patted his arms, all of whom were muscles. "I don't have confidence to escape. I still have the ability to make a few herbs, but I don't recognize the medicine. You have to tell me what they all look like."

Uncle Wu thought for a while, nodded and stomped his feet: "Just bet this! You can't just treat a half-old child to death."

After saying that, he repeated the needed herbal growth position and rough appearance to Zhuangzi several times. Zhuangzi raised his ears and listened very seriously.

It was time for the Baidi people to change their guards. The Zhuangzi walked out in the dark cave. Although the men along the way were giving way, it was still very difficult for people to get around.

When he was about to touch the hole, a cold palm suddenly rested on Zhuangzi's shoulders. Zhuangzi's whole body froze. He turned his head calmly and looked at the black shadow behind him: "Brother, what's wrong?"

The black shadow approached a little, and with the faint moonlight at the entrance of the cave, it could be roughly seen that it was the face of a man in his thirties.

The man seemed very nervous, and his hand holding Zhuangzi's shoulder was getting harder and harder: "Zhuangzi, it's too dangerous for you to go alone, I'll go with you."

Even his voice was trembling in fear. A trace of shimmer flashed in Zhuangzi's eyes and immediately covered it up. He reached out and pushed away the palm of the man pressed on his shoulder, and smiled and said, "It's okay, too many people will get in the way."

The man wanted to say something, but he still didn't say it out loud. He just watched the brave son disappear into the darkness with a dark look.

The Baidi people had heavy troops in the quarry, and those who were sent outside were in or the coolies inside fled. There were only four or five sentries guarding the entrance of the cave.

Taking advantage of the time when the sentry changed defense, Zhuangzi flashed out of the dark hole, then immediately lowered his body, crawled in the low grass beside the hole, waiting for the opportunity to crawl forward slowly.

The sentry in the lead glanced at the short grass where the Zhuangzi was hiding without a trace, but quickly turned his head and looked like he had found nothing. Mobile phone users please browse m. Read for a better reading experience.
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