“What are you doing here?” Lian Chengyu asked.
“Answering Young master, I heard that Lord Zhao was recruiting strong men to refine the desolate bones. I also heard that we could get bacon, so I’m thinking of trying.”
“Oh?” After hearing Yi Yun’s words, Lian Chengyu’s eyes burned with contempt. Yi Yun was only twelve, yet his words on the day of the ration distribution were unlike that of a twelve-year-old child. He also had the ability to incite the people to riot, making him an unstable factor in Lian Chengyu’s calculations.
But now, Yi Yun looked like a kid. What could a person who only had eyes on bacon do?
Lian Chengyu could not be bothered with Yi Yun except for the mysterious failure to kill Yi Yun.
“Since you want to refine the desolate bones, why don’t you sign up? What are you doing out here?”
“To…To be honest to Young master, Lord Zhao only wants people who are at least second tier males, but for me…I…”