What Did Four-Legged Sheep Taste Like?

Wang Mazi laughed heartily:

"Rules? What rules are we talking about? Those of us who have survived to this day are all people who don't follow rules."

Those who truly followed the rules died on the way.

Wang Mazi looked at Zhou Wanwan and said:

"This little girl is quite pretty, and these two beauties too, tsk tsk tsk..."

"They're much prettier than the ones in brothels."

"Is she perhaps a young lady from a wealthy family?"

"I want to touch it, oh my! Such smooth and tender skin, I've really hit the jackpot today."

Zhao Lao'er roared loudly:

Shut your stinking mouth! These are still children!

If you want to rob me, then take some money, and no one will say anything. What are you trying to do now?

Wang Mazi sneered, "Of course it's about robbing them of their money and their virtue! Brothers, let's go! Take this little girl down!"

Zhao Lao'er led a group of men into a fight with them; these men were armed with machetes, wooden sticks, axes, and so on...

Zhou Wanwan sat quietly in the carriage, enjoying the view, while Zheng Xing'an would occasionally offer a comment:

"These people are terrible at fighting; they rely solely on brute force."

Anyone from our mountain stronghold is far more powerful than them.

Zhou Wanwan smiled faintly and said, "Zhao Lao'er's gang is alright, but Wang Mazi's gang is terrible; their character is awful."

Zheng Xing'an nodded.

After a while, the fighting finally stopped.

Most of the people on both sides were injured, and several were lying on the ground.

Wang Mazi looked at Zhou Wanwan and said, "Hey! You little brat, you've got some nerve. Give her a good beating, and I'll take responsibility if you kill her."

Before Zhou Wanwan could speak, Wang Mazi and his men were dragged into the depths of the woods.

Zhao Lao'er was so frightened that his legs went weak and he knelt down on the ground.

Zhou Wanwan looked at Zhao Lao'er and asked, "Have many people died on your way here?"

Zhao Lao'er nodded and said, "Many died along the way; we only got here by giving it our all."

Zhou Wanwan looked at him and said, "Would you like to farm? I have a lot of land and need help."

Zhao Lao'er quickly nodded and said:

"Yes, we are willing. We used to be farmers, and we are all willing to farm well."

"I have children and a wife at home, could we bring them along too?"

Zhou Wanwan nodded and said, "Of course, but don't tell anyone about what happened today."

Zhao Lao'er nodded and said, "Don't worry! I will never tell anyone about these things."

After Zhao Lao'er walked out, his legs were trembling. Just who was Zhou Wanwan? And what was that thing deep in the woods?

He dared not say anything and took his family to the village that Zhou Wanwan had mentioned.

As night fell, Zhou Wanwan led her people out of the city.

Upon reaching the outskirts of the city, they discovered that the area was filled with disaster victims, their clothes tattered and corpses of the starving littering the ground.

Many children were nestled in their parents' arms, motionless, their condition unknown – whether they were alive or dead.

The Old Scholar Tree looked at Zhou Wanwan and said, "Wanwan, you're not going to save these people, are you?"

Zhou Wanwan was silent for a moment, then saw a dozen people surrounding a group of children, their eyes shining as they looked at the children.

"Four-legged sheep, how about we eat these few tonight?"

"Is this even human? Maybe we should just give up?"

"I've been starving for days, how about we give it a try? I've heard human flesh tastes really good, hehe..."

They quickly lit a fire, and the children were captured and tied to a thick log.

"Please, please let us go! Waaaaah..."

"Don't eat us, we don't taste good."

But these people's eyes were practically gleaming with greed; they didn't care about anything else.

The children struggled in agony, when suddenly they were wrapped up by some vines.

A dozen people stared wide-eyed and exclaimed, "What was that just now? It was terrifying!"

"I think it's pretty scary too, let's run!"

Unfortunately, before they could run, they were hoisted up by the vines. The Old Scholar Tree chuckled and said, "I don't know what four-legged sheep tastes like either. I'd like to try it today."

He wrapped them up with vines and roasted them over a fire.

The vines of the Old Scholar Tree wouldn't catch fire. The people screamed in agony, "It hurts! It hurts so much! Help! Someone, please save us!"

"What exactly are you? We were wrong, we were wrong, okay?"

"Ouch! It hurts! Please, please let us go! We have elderly parents and young children to support!"

Zhou Wanwan spoke calmly:

"Have elderly parents to care for and young children to raise?"

But these children also have parents, why didn't you leave them alone back then?"

The Old Scholar Tree treated them like barbecue, crunching them one after another.

The children clapped enthusiastically, exclaiming, "Wow! Uncle Scholar Tree, you're amazing!"

"You're amazing! You actually ate the bad guys!"

The Old Scholar Tree laughed heartily, "These children are quite lovable."

Zhou Wanwan looked at them and asked, "Are you willing to come with us to the mountain stronghold?"

The children's eyes sparkled. "Yes! We're willing!"

That night, Zhou Wanwan found countless people on the verge of death on the roadside.

She looked at the thousands of people in the refugee camp and sighed:

"It's already this serious! Let's open the granaries and distribute the grain!"

These people were deliberately driven here; if we don't save them, they probably won't survive.

Shen Yu'an said angrily, "Even if we have plenty of grain, it can't stop those prefectures from deliberately driving people over here!"

Prefect Fang was so anxious that he stamped his feet:

"Are these officials from these prefectures up to something?"

They've actually driven all the disaster victims to our side, what are we supposed to do now?"

Cheng Xiao sighed and said:

"It's really difficult now, there's only one way."

Send everyone to Yunxi County, Anyi County, Huaiyuan County, and Chengping County, and let them have a headache.

Prefect Fang smiled wryly:

"You mean, these people are just giving Zhou Wanwan a headache?"

What if that little devil finds out...?

Cheng Xiao said helplessly:

"Who says these counties aren't the richest? If we just have someone deliberately guide them, won't they go?"

As for Zhou Wanwan, how she arranges things for them is none of our business.

Prefect Fang thought for a moment and said:

"Alright, let's do it this way! You're in charge of this."

"You absolutely mustn't mess things up. If that little devil finds out it was the two of us who did it, we'll be in big trouble again."

Cheng Xiao shook her head and said, "It can't be that bad, can it? It's just the two of us here. Only heaven, earth, you, and I know."

"And we all know!" the trees outside all chimed in.

Unfortunately, neither of them could hear it.

That evening, Zhou Wanwan received the message. She rolled her eyes and said, "Cheng Xiao and Prefect Fang are really something else; they're stirring up trouble again."