The eldest son of the prison guard actually recruited scattered soldiers and brave men in the Ranger Hall?

As soon as he heard this news, Zhang Huang instinctively realized what might be hidden in it.

What kind of official is the prison Cao? He is the top leader and second-in-command of the government prison. Even on the ground of Mount Tai, he is still a big figure who speaks loudly. Although it is not as good as the entire Taishan City slashing three times, there are still more than a hundred people under his command.

And such a great young man would actually recruit scattered soldiers and brave men in the Ranger Hall outside? Are those Rangers composed of gangsters, hunters, and veterans better than those in prisons? Although they are not a good soldier, the jailers are just a sensible person. Whether they are courage, scheming, or things they have seen, they are more sensible than those who are not in the yamen?

Originally, as a young master of prison, it was easy for Zang Ba to call a prison guard of about 100 in private, but the other party did not say that, which made Zhang Huang feel a little suspicious.

"Ah, go and find out the Zang family's foundation..."

"Um!"

After receiving Zhang Huang's instructions, Chen Dao left quietly, leaving only Zhang Huang to stay in the Ranger's Hall alone, observing Zang Ba secretly.

I have to say that Zang Ba is indeed a heroic figure, with thick eyebrows, hooked nose, standing with strong arms around his strong eyes, his eyes are bright and sharp like an eagle. This person was just standing there, and his whole body exuded a faint impressing aura.

[The Taishan athlete should be the first person!]

Zhang Huang was slightly shocked because in his eyes, Zang Ba's momentum was even stronger than that of Li Tong and Chen Dao, and he was worthy of being a martial artist from the martial arts family.

Suddenly, Zang Ba didn't know if he noticed Zhang Huang's gaze, so he turned his head and happened to bump into Zhang Huang's gaze.

[What a keen intuition…]

Zhang Huang, secretly frightened, remained calm and smiled at Zang Ba.

"..." Zang Ba's eyes showed some confusion.

He obviously noticed Zhang Huang's gaze, but seeing that Zhang Huang's eyes were not malicious and there was a smile on his face, Zang Ba didn't care, but just secretly wrote down this person in his heart.

After all, in Mount Tai, few people of similar age have the courage to look at him.

"good--!"

At this time, a cheer came from the crowd.

It turned out that Zang Ba's way of recruiting diners was to ask someone to play a game in front of him and recruit the winners. Just now, the two people in the competition had already decided the outcome.

Zhang Huang took a look and laughed in silence.

Because in his opinion, the two people in the competition had very sparse skills, and even the little Luo Luo under Huang Luo's previous hands could not match.

Zhang Huang naturally looked down on such a guy. As for Zang Ba, just looking at his slightly frowning look, it was obvious that the eldest son of the Zang family was not satisfied.

"Next group!"

With a wave of his hand, Zang Ba asked the winner to stand by for the time being and continued to examine the competition between the next pair. But disappointingly, the two men in the next group were only at the level of street rascals.

"Hey!" With a chuckle, Zhang Huang quietly withdrew from the crowd.

There is no doubt that Zhang Huang had already taken the initiative to recruit Zang Ba, but the problem was that the other party might not be willing to join an unknown rebel army.

Therefore, Zhang Huang has no plans to contact Zang Ba for the time being, and he needs some time to think about it carefully.

It doesn't matter if Zhang Huang's departure is a little shocked, but Zang Ba's heart.

Because just before, Zang Ba looked at Zhang Huang with the light from the corner of his eyes, but in the moment he raised his hand and called the next group to start the competition, Zhang Huang had disappeared from his original place.

What does this mean? This means that Zang Ba cannot capture Zhang Huang's aura at all.

[When did that guy leave?]

Zang Ba looked around, but could not find Zhang Huang's whereabouts, which made him secretly shocked.

Maybe Zhang Huang himself didn't know it, but Zang Ba, who came from the martial arts family, knew it very well. As a martial artist, there was a course that was particularly important, that was, grasping the breath.

To put it bluntly, it is a way to lock in breath. Whether success or not depends on the intuition of the person involved and the strength of the aura.

But now, the boy from the foreign country left under his Zang Ba's nose and he was unaware of it. This means that the other party is stronger than him, at least three points stronger.

[That guy...who is this person? This Taishan, and there are such people? Also, why did that guy laugh at me for no reason?]

Zang Ba was puzzled and thought about Zhang Huang's strange behavior. The vulgar fist and foot skills of the reckless men in front of him could not even touch his eyes.

After a little delay, Zang Ba left with suspicion, causing the golfers in the Gallery to sigh in disappointment.

Zhang Huang didn't know that his kind smile made Zang Ba stun his own doubts and wandered around the streets of the city.

Suddenly, the several strong men wrapped in yellow turbans who walked by him aroused his interest.

[The head wrapped in yellow turbans... Could these people be...]

A trace of light flashed in Zhang Huang's eyes, and he followed the strong men to the residential community in the southwest corner of Mount Tai.

It is not so much a house as a slum. At least in Zhang Huang's view, those tents built with bamboo poles and torn clothes cannot be called homes that can shelter from wind and rain.

[Refugee camp?]

Zhang Huang suddenly realized it.

After all, when he was in Zhang County, he also saw similar venues in the county.

In recent years, due to constant natural disasters, people from all over the Han Dynasty lived in vain and starved everywhere. Therefore, the people of counties and counties with severe disasters moved to the nearby counties in a honeycomb. Zhang County was just a county town, but it also accommodated more than 2,000 refugees at that time. Now this Taishan City...

Zhang Huang looked around for a few glances and felt that the simple tents were everywhere like the sea tide. Some of the refugees stayed in their tents, while some were walking around in vain. When they calculated the heads, there were four or five thousand people.

"Brother, you are OK, give me some food..."

A timid voice rang behind Zhang Huang's body.

Zhang Huang subconsciously turned his head and saw a dirty child holding a broken bowl with a mouthless mouth in his left hand, and hesitating to hold the corner of his clothes with his right hand.

Zhang Huang sighed slightly, took out two meat buns from his arms and handed them to the child.

When he saw the food, the little ghost's eyes seemed to be glowing green. He grabbed it and left a black handprint on Zhang Huang's clothes.

"Cui'er!" A light shout came from the simple tent next to it.

Zhang Huang turned his head and saw a man appearing in the tent, staring at the child beside him with an unhappy expression. In the tent, a haggard woman was coughing constantly.

"I...I'm not for myself, I'm for my mother. My mother hasn't eaten for several days..." The child looked at the man in fear, and at the same time hugged the two meat buns tightly like a treasure guarding.

Seeing this, the man sighed deeply, and his eyes were filled with tears. He turned to Zhang Huang and said apologizing, "I'm sorry, big brother, it's really..."

"It's okay." How could Zhang Huang mind such a small matter? He patted the dirty handprints that were impossible to take off on the clothes in an understatement, and asked in a different way, "What do you call this big brother?"

"The surname is Wang, and his name is Dazhuang."

"Brother Wang, younger brother Zhang Huang." Zhang Huang hugged his fists with a smile.

"How did this make?" Seeing Zhang Huang bow to him in reverse, Wang Dazhuang was surprised, waved his hands repeatedly, and then asked curiously, "Brother Zhang Huang, why are you here?"

Zhang Huang then remembered his intention, but when he looked up, he saw that the person had been lost. He didn't care. He smiled and asked, "Why, Brother Wang, can't you come here?"

"It's not that I can't come..." Wang Dazhuang sighed long and then smiled bitterly, "Brother Zhang Huang is not himself, right? Locals, they won't come here."

Zhang Huang nodded and thought it was admitted. He turned his head and looked at Wang Dazhuang's daughter Cui'er.

The little girl happily stuffed the two meat buns into the woman's hand, most probably her mother, but the woman waved her hand with a smile, saying that she was not hungry, and looked at Zhang Huang gratefully.

But in Zhang Huang's opinion, the woman had a pale face and thin skin, which was obviously caused by her hunger for many days.

"Didn't the government don't give porridge?" Zhang Huang asked frowned.

"It's served." Wang Dazhuang nodded, then sighed, "But just one meal of porridge a day can be enough to support people?"

"Bo Porridge?" Zhang Huang was stunned and said in surprise, "Didn't it mean that the porridge that the government can help the victims must be inserted into chopsticks and cannot be covered with towels?"

Wang Dazhuang looked at Zhang Huang deeply, then sighed deeply.

Seeing this, Zhang Huang frowned and looked at the little girl inadvertently. When she learned that her mother was not hungry, she was chewing the meat buns that Zhang Huang gave her bit by bit, as if she was eating delicacies. Zhang Huang felt a little confused when he saw it.

After thinking about it, Zhang Huang took out a purse from his arms and said, "Brother Wang, I still have dozens of taels of silver notes here..."

"It's not a question of silver, brother Zhang Huang." Wang Dazhuang seemed to have guessed Zhang Huang's actions long ago. He shook his head and said, "Not to mention silver bills, even silver is not worth much. Now in Taishan, even if you have one tael of silver, you may not be able to buy much grain... It's because of this that the local people hate us, and they think I have eaten all the rice and grain that should belong to them."

Zhang Huang remained silent. He finally realized the principle that rice and grain were the most expensive in troubled times.

[I don't know what the expression of the silver notes of his baby would be like waste paper...]

Zhang Huang smiled bitterly, and was about to speak, but when he heard the woman cough again, Zhang Huang's heart moved and said to Wang Dazhuang, "Although the silver bill is not as good as before, I have at least dozens of taels here. Seeing that my sister-in-law seems to be ill, Brother Wang might as well take it to see my sister-in-law and get medicine."

"I appreciate Brother Zhang Huang's kindness." Wang Dazhuang nodded gratefully, but then changed his mind and waved his hand and said, "Compared to food, my wife's condition is not in the way."

"How do you say this?" Zhang Huang frowned.

When Wang Dazhuang saw Zhang Huang's expression, he knew that Zhang Huang had misunderstood and quickly explained, "It's not that I'm talking nonsense. My wife's illness has improved a lot after drinking the talisman water given by those immortals."

"Fu Shui?" Zhang Huang changed his color slightly.

"Yes, a few days ago, we refugees fled into Mount Tai. They became ill because of the fatigue on the road. The government did not send anyone to treat us. Just when we were about to despair, the immortals came to bring in fairy water and cured many people. I remember a boy named Zhao who was obviously dead. Someone else poured a bowl of talisman water and pulled it out of the gate of hell. There was also a big beard who cut off the flesh from his legs on the road for his 60s to eat. After hearing this, several immortals said that he was filial and gave him talisman water. Guess what? The bearded man drank the talisman water, and the flesh on his legs grew overnight..." Wang Dazhuang said with a longing look, his eyes full of gratitude and pursuit of the immortals he mentioned.

"How is it possible for the living dead, flesh and bones..."
Chapter completed!