Three Kingdoms: Madam, I am a decent person

Chapter 1: The Zhen Family is Recruiting Troops
"Is there anyone who wants to join our Zhen family?"

"Ages between ten and thirty-five."

"I want someone taller and stronger."

"It's best to know martial arts."

"Becoming a member of our Zhen family's army means at least two sets of clothes every year, and two meals of porridge a day."

"No one with a family."

Zhang Sui lay under the eaves of a wooden house not far from the city gate, his chest sticking to his back due to hunger.

He stared at the sky with lifeless eyes.

If he held on for a few more days, he felt he would probably starve to death.

It’s so sad to think about it.

I am a 21st century office worker who has never killed anyone and has never broken any law. How could I have traveled through time for no reason?

Moreover, damn, he traveled back to the barren late Han Dynasty.

That era when famous generals emerged in large numbers.

When he was young, he also loved playing games set in this era.

But when he grew up, he discovered that the late Han Dynasty was simply hell on earth.

Especially for ordinary people.

Otherwise, how could there be such a ridiculous rumor: "The Wei, Jin, Southern and Northern Dynasties were both absurd and beautiful. They went to the battlefield during war and were stewed in a pot after death."

Although he is a little better than ordinary people, he has a golden finger after traveling through time: if he exercises with his upper body exposed in an open space for half an hour every day, he can increase his strength by 0.1 catties and even have a chance of getting a critical hit.

But the problem is that he traveled through time and space into the body of a refugee.

Moreover, when this refugee arrived in this city, he had not eaten for three days!

Plus he traveled through time from last night.

In other words, he hasn't eaten for four days.

Not to mention exercising for half an hour.

Even standing up has become a problem for him!

Even if he could really stand up and force himself to exercise for half an hour, gaining 0.1 kilograms of strength, what meaning would it have for him now?

As for why they don't steal or rob——

The city is full of yamen runners.

According to the memory of this body, these yamen runners were not something that these refugees could resist.

Moreover, these yamen runners treated these refugees extremely cruelly.

Three days ago, a refugee child stole some dry biscuits and was beaten to death by the yamen runners!
Human life, in this late Han Dynasty, is so cheap!

Zhang Sui finally understood why ancient people would eat their own children when a major disaster struck.

Apart from eating their own relatives and companions, they have no other way to satisfy their hunger.

Zhang Sui felt drowsy and weak all over.

He secretly complained: "Damn it!"

Come on.

I am definitely one of the most miserable people among the army of traversers.

His mind began to miss his life as a moonlighter before the time travel.

Although life was miserable at that time, at least we could ensure we had enough food and warm clothes every day.

After work, I can play games and browse my phone.

No wonder the ancients often lamented: It is better to be a dog in peacetime than a man in troubled times.

In my fantasy, those delicious delicacies: steaming hot pot, tempting skewers, and golden crispy meat.

Zhang Sui couldn't help drooling.

Zhang Sui felt like crying.

He really wanted this to be a dream, just a nightmare.

After waking up from the nightmare, he will definitely go to Song Xiaolu shop downstairs to buy four big duck legs!
At this moment, a voice in the distance gradually became clearer: "Is there anyone who wants to join our Zhen family?"

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"I can guarantee two meals of porridge a day."

Zhang Sui suddenly woke up from his fantasy.

meal!
He heard the word "rice".

Not only Zhang Sui reacted, but the refugees lying around Zhang Sui also got up and looked towards the direction of the sound with shining eyes.

Those who couldn't get up could be seen at a glance to be almost breathing their last breath.

However, no one cares whether they are alive or not.

The crowd stumbled toward the sound.

Zhang Sui also followed.

Subconsciously. Instinctively.

He is hungry.

I'm so hungry.

He felt his body was like Lin Daiyu.

But if there is any wind, he will be blown down.

As for the so-called lessons such as "there is no free lunch in the world", he no longer cares.

They are all going to die.

Could there be anything more miserable than starving to death now?

Not long after, he saw a few "burly men" leading a group of thin refugees outside the crowd.

These refugees are all very young.

He is also quite tall.

Each of them held a palm-sized piece of dry biscuit in his hand.

Although they were so hungry that their steps were unsteady, they still used their fingers to pinch off some dry biscuit crumbs bit by bit and slowly put them into their mouths, as if they were some delicacies from the land or the sea.

It seems that there is no one else in their world.

Their eyes were all focused on the biscuits in their hands.

Zhang Sui had no doubt at all that if anyone dared to touch them, they would tear them into pieces.

The area was filled with refugees.

Many people drooled when they saw the dry biscuits.

The children, who were only a few years old, stared at the dry biscuits, and kept pulling at their relatives around them and howling.

Their relatives kept trying to come forward and find those "big and strong men" to recommend themselves.

However, these "big guys" were picking them like they were picking goods.

Women don’t want it.

The old man pushed it open.

The child was driven away directly.

Some people simply knelt on the ground and begged.

The child rolled on the ground.

The women slumped on the ground, their eyes dazed.

Zhang Sui didn't care about these.

He also pushed through the crowd and tried to squeeze in.

Although he had been hungry for four days and his steps were unsteady, the others were not much better than him.

In particular, there are a large number of women, elderly people and children among them.

Finally, he squeezed to the front of the crowd.

Looking at the fierce "big man" in front of him, Zhang Sui did not feel afraid for the first time.

He just felt nervous.

These "big guys" in front of him will determine whether he can get a piece of dry biscuit!
The "burly man" came up to Zhang Sui.

One of the big men grabbed Zhang Sui's mouth and squeezed it open.

Zhang Sui felt like the bones on his face were about to be crushed!
His mouth opened subconsciously.

The big man held a stick in his hand and fiddled with Zhang Sui's mouth for a while, then grabbed Zhang Sui's collar and pulled him directly into the team behind him.

Zhang Sui was pulled and staggered, and fell directly to the ground.

A piece of dry biscuit appeared before him.

Zhang Sui hurriedly caught it.

Listening to the crying and begging sounds all around him, Zhang Sui climbed up, tears falling from his eyes.

With the pushing and shoving of several "big guys", he was pulled into the team.

As he followed, he ate some dry biscuits and glanced at the refugees around him.

For the first time, he realized a truth: any setbacks he had suffered before, such as a broken heart, low salary, and no house, were nothing compared to the fragrance of this dry biscuit in his hand.

The "burly men" selected seven more people and left without caring how the other refugees pulled them.

Zhang Sui followed the team across the street.

At the city gate, behind him, was a living hell for refugees.

The further into the city you go, the more prosperous it becomes.

On both sides of the street, you can see a large number of shops selling delicious food, chicken, duck, fish, meat, as well as various rouge and silk.

There were even guest houses where people were eating delicious food, drinking fine wine, tapping bowls and chopsticks, and humming some obscure songs.

(End of this chapter)