"Xiao Si, where have I been in a ravine again? Also, this dung bucket... are you serious?"
Su Qiao was a little confused when he saw the simple wooden manure spoon in his hand and the manure bucket next to it.
He looked up and looked around with a confused expression.
Continuous mountains, green woods, and rivers passing through the mountains.
This environment is not unfamiliar, but...
Su Qiao glanced back at the miscellaneous, simple and shabby thatched houses in the valley, and couldn't help but take a deep breath.
Why, you don't even have an adobe house. Isn't this too poor?
[Nothing can be more serious than this. Just recognize the reality. You are just picking manure and watering the vegetable fields in a valley. Those thatched huts and shacks around you are also real, not your illusion.]
444 is a bit of a schadenfreude.
One kick in heaven, one kick in hell, probably refers to the host!
One moment, I was living in a spacious and bright villa with low-key yet luxurious decoration. The next moment, I was in a poor ravine, watering the ground with a manure spoon in my hand. Thinking about this scene is a bit exciting.
"..."
Su Qiao took another deep breath, and the result...
Oh my god, it stinks.
She finally resisted the urge to scream to the sky.
No wonder they say there is no harm without comparison.
In the past, the worst we could do was have an adobe house, but this time it's amazing, they all live in thatched houses and sheds.
Throwing away the manure spoon in his hand, Su Qiao looked at the open space in the middle of the thatched house.
There was a group of strong men wearing sleeveless coats, shouting and squatting on horseback, doing boxing moves, and it looked like they were training.
There were many people in shabby clothes watching around, as if they were watching something lively.
"Who are those people?"
[To put it nicely, they are Rebel Army; to put it harshly, they are a group of refugees fleeing famine.]
[Small traders, shopkeepers, farmers, gangsters, everyone is there. Because there are so many powerful people in charge, everything still looks the same.]
Su Qiao clicked his tongue twice. "That's really good."
They have all joined Rebel Army's team. Will they have to fight with the imperial court to the death?
"Forget it, I'd better find a place to sort out my memories first!"
With all the troubles before her, she was ready to calm down for a while.
444 habitually scanned the group of people and immediately stopped her.
[Wait a minute, don't sort out your memory yet. You should stop your Doggo's mouth first and don't let him get into trouble!]
"What's going on?"
Su Qiao paused, squinted and looked at the group of people again.
After looking around twice, his eyes quickly fell on a thin and fair man.
The reason why she identified the target so quickly was that, firstly, this man gave her a familiar feeling, and secondly, among so many people, this man was dressed differently.
He was wearing a gray Daoist priest's uniform and a gray Daoist priest's hat, and his appearance was very obvious.
Behind him, a middle-aged man in a black coat was pulling his sleeves anxiously, opening his mouth to say something.
However, Su Qiao did not see a tongue from his hollow mouth.
Obviously, this man is mute.
[You'd better go there quickly. This guy is crazy. He is Prince. If his identity is exposed here, he will probably be chopped up alive by these people who hate the court.]
"Hurry up and tell me the situation."
Su Qiao ran away, urging Xiao Si as he ran.
[His name is Zhao Jingting. He is the twelfth son of the current fatuous emperor. He has a brain disease and was sent to Taoist Temple to recuperate. Later, when he was escaping, he met the original father who was injured while hunting. He and the mute guard sent the original father back and joined the team.]