Since everyone was on the carriage, as long as the horses weren't tired, they could keep traveling.
It wasn't until they reached the city gates that everyone realized that Jingzhou had fewer refugees than the Capital, about ten thousand people, but their faces were not as good as those of the Capital's refugees.
After all, Jingzhou was the hardest-hit area by the drought.
If the Gulan Mountain Range was only somewhat drought-stricken, then Jingzhou hadn't seen a drop of rain since spring began.
The weather was hot, and the river had dried up, so there was no water to irrigate the crops.
Shu'er got out of the carriage and spoke to the refugees.
"If you want a way to survive, then follow us."
"Our place isn't as drought-stricken, it's vast and rich, very suitable for planting."
As soon as these words were spoken, everyone raised their eyes to look.
Some were skeptical, but most people here were simple and honest.
"May I ask, young lady, where is this place you speak of?"
