But no one paid attention to him, and some even frowned.
"Quick, go call the government officer, there's a refugee mixed into our group."
"Quick, let the government officer take the person away."
The man's face was full of panic, he was just short of kneeling to beg for mercy.
"Please, everyone, don't report me to the authorities. I just want to enter the city to buy some rice."
But those people simply wouldn't let him go.
Pei Shu'er said indifferently, "He is one of our people."
The man's face lit up, he quickly turned around and found a group of people dressed simply, but they looked dignified, presumably legal entrants to the city.
The man hurried over, bowed in gratitude to Pei Shu'er, and then intended to leave.
"Hold on," Pei Shu'er spoke.
The man turned to look at Pei Shu'er.
Pei Shu'er said, "We need someone to help us carry things right now. You help us carry them, and I'll give you a pound of rice."
The man's face brightened, and he quickly agreed.
