Xing Honglang exchanged a few words with the people in Sunjiazhuang, and then got back to the topic. There was no time to hold a meeting with fellow villagers now. She glanced at the situation in Pujiu Temple, and she could roughly tell that in this temple The people come from all over the surrounding areas.
It seems that many surrounding villages have been robbed by rogue bandits, and the common people can only huddle together in Pujiu Temple to stay warm.
It would be great if all these people could work at Gudu Wharf, but it would be troublesome to communicate with so many people. There would definitely be some people among them who didn't trust me, and they would have to find someone who could talk things over.
Xing Honglang asked: "Who has the final say in this Pujiu Temple now?"
"Ami stole the Buddha." A middle-aged monk holding a whistle stick stood in front of Xing Honglang: "The poor monk is called Zhan Monk. The female donor can tell the poor monk if you have anything."
"War Monk?" Xing Honglang: "This dharma title..."
The monk said with a little embarrassment: "When the poor monk was young, he was very angry and liked to fight and kill, so he took the name of War Monk. Now that he is older, he wants to change it, but everyone is used to it and can't change it. .”
Xing Honglang: "Okay, Master Zhanseng, the folks in this monastery will listen to you now, right?
The war monk sighed: "The villagers have encountered a catastrophe. Now they have no master. They are in urgent need of someone to guide them. The poor monk has no choice but to shamelessly give orders... Good slaughter, good slaughter!"
Xing Honglang: "How many people are there in the temple now?"
War Monk: "About eight or nine hundred people."
Xing Honglang: "Can your temple support so many people?"
The war monk looked embarrassed: "Of course you can't live on that."
Xing Honglang: "Then what does the master plan to do?"
War Monk: "The poor monk has not thought about this yet. The villagers suddenly swarmed in from all directions. As soon as the front foot arrived, the bandit soldiers followed behind. The poor monk only thought about how to resist the bandit army and completely forgot to eat. The question...the female donor’s question is really..."
Sweat was dripping from his bald head. Eight or nine hundred people, what should they eat?
Oh no!
Don't cause a tragedy of cannibalism in my temple, right? That would really mean "good slaughter and good slaughter".
Xing Honglang said: "Master War Monk, please help me call the villagers. I have a way to feed them. Gudu Wharf now needs a large number of workers to carry food and build a wooden stockade. People who are willing to work , even if I have enough food, I still have three kilograms of flour as wages every day.”
When the war monk heard this, his eyes suddenly lit up.
However, he immediately thought about something and clasped his hands together: "Ami stole the Buddha! Good slaughter, good slaughter! Female donor, although your plan is good, what should the old, weak, women and children who have no boys in the family do? But I can’t do the work of porter or village builder.”
"The old and weak women and children who have no boys are responsible for cooking for the workers!" Xing Honglang said: "The same goes for cooking."
The war monk raised his eyebrows slightly: "This matter is not something to laugh at. These eight or nine hundred people are already frightened, hungry and tired. If they can't get food and walk ten miles in vain, it will be very difficult for them." Things. Also, since you have so much food there, the bandits might also try to take advantage of you, wouldn’t it be very dangerous?”
Xing Honglang: "I, Xing Honglang of Yongji, can be regarded as a well-known salt owl in the world. One is one, and two is two. There is a lot of food at the dock. There is no problem in feeding these eight or nine hundred people. There is excess food that can be sold. As for safety issues, there are still my soldiers on the dock, but the war monk said with a serious expression: "The female donor is a salt owl, of course your men are not officers and soldiers, right?" "
Xing Honglang: "Can the officers and soldiers rely on me?"
War Monk: "These common people hide in the temple of poor monks just because they don't want to be thieves. If they go to your place, they will be considered as thieves. What should we do?"
Xing Honglang: "Ordinary thieves don't care about the food, so they have to be forced to go out and rob. But I am in charge of the food, and I don't need their hands to be stained with blood. I just need to do the work. They will definitely be willing to follow such a thief."
War Monk: "When the officers and soldiers come to suppress you in the future, what will happen to these people?"
Xing Honglang: "The imperial court has always punished the culprits and not the followers. As long as the officers and soldiers kill me, these people can return to their hometowns and nothing will happen."
The war monk stared at her eyes for several seconds: "The poor monk knows countless people. From the look of the female donor, she doesn't seem to be lying. Okay, then I will believe you for once, and the poor monk will spread your words." "
He called the villagers together and told them.
A monk helped spread the message, and the effect was very good. They might not believe Xing Honglang, but it was not easy to believe the master of Pujiu Temple. Soon, the atmosphere in the entire temple improved.
The people who had just experienced the loss of their families and their families regained their spirits and prepared to set off for Gudu Wharf.
It's a chaotic situation outside, and it really takes a certain amount of courage to go out.
The common people looked out timidly at the door of the temple to see if there were any rogues lurking outside.
Fortunately, there is no more!
Zao Ying's cavalry came back from the north and laughed: "I drove those thieves far away. I chased them and shot arrows, beating the shit out of them."
The common people breathed a sigh of relief.
The war monk carried a small package on his back, picked up a whistle stick, and said loudly: "Let's all start walking. If you don't have the strength, you have to leave. Give up the temple and walk to Gudu Pier as soon as possible."
A large number of people began to walk.
As long as most people leave, a few people who are still a little unhappy about "working for the salt lord" will not dare to stay in the temple anymore and can only follow.
This is actually a kind of coercion!
The war monk understands that this is not a good thing, but a well-intentioned threat is always better than a malicious one. Rather than letting these common people be kidnapped and run away by rogue bandits, it would be better to let them be kidnapped and run away by salt lords.
The common people walked slowly, Zaoying's cavalry spread out to protect the two wings of the team, and everyone moved forward slowly.
Fortunately, we didn't encounter any more bandits along the way.
For ten miles, the old, weak, women and children walked for an hour or two. Until late in the evening, everyone's stomachs were growling with hunger, and they finally saw the shabby thatched houses at the dock of the ancient town.
as well as…..
A huge ship!
A warship, a cargo ship.
There was also a cargo ship that did not carry food, but only Zaoying's cavalry. It was empty after the cavalry disembarked, so it returned early to Qiachuan Wharf.
As soon as the war monk saw the huge gunboat, he was secretly shocked: How could a mere salt owl be so powerful? No, this must be more than just the Salt Owl. There must be some other force behind this person, and they are just launching the Salt Owl as a cover.
The common people saw something different from the war monks. What they saw were grain bags, a large number of grain bags, piled up on the cargo ship, and a group of dock workers unloading the cargo from the cargo ship. They had obviously been working for a long time. , but half of the food on the ship could not be moved.
After a brief period of confusion, eight or nine hundred people cheered in unison.
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