Following this hoarse roar, the entire fleeing team immediately became chaotic.
"They are all this group of people. If they don't want to give us anything, why don't we just give it to us? Why do they poison the shit and kill people?"
I don't know who it was, but suddenly shouted such a sentence, and the fleeing team immediately swarmed towards the big guy's tent.
Zhan Qingyue had naturally experienced fleeing from famine, but now seeing this group of people trying to steal their things, she just felt dizzy.
This group of people brought a lot of food and grass with them when they went south. They were robbed by bandits before. Now they meet the food and grass brought by the prince. If you ask this group of people to tell you, what else can they use to go south to control floods? What about disaster relief?
I heard that the officers and soldiers outside were fighting fiercely with the fleeing team.
Zhan Qingyue had a gloomy face and walked out of the tent angrily.
She looked at the devastated camp in front of her with jumping flames, and suddenly roared at the top of her lungs.
"You all stop it."
The entire team became inexplicably cold, and everyone was nameless, so they looked at Zhan Qingyue standing in the center.
The group of people who were fleeing the famine naturally knew her, and now that they saw her coming out of the tent of this group of dog officials, they were even more convinced that his identity was not simple.
"Why should you stop? You are one of them. You even poisoned the food and killed my man. Now what do you have to say?"
Zhan Qingyue looked at the little woman with a more gloomy face, without any sympathy in her eyes.
She glanced coldly at the people who were ready to take action again.
"A few years ago there was a severe drought in Jiaodong, and many people were displaced. I am one of the survivors of the original refugee group. I also have experience with Peach Blossom. I know where there is water, where you can survive, which wild vegetables and weeds can be eaten, and what shacks should be used for at night. Choose where to build it to avoid wild beasts.”
"I also know how to walk so that I can go fast and persist for a long time. I really want to help you. Haven't I been doing my best to help you these past few days?"
After listening to his words, everyone looked at her thoughtfully. Some of the more thoughtful people immediately retorted: "What's the use of saying this now? There are so many of us, can you save her?" ? It’s not like we don’t have enough to eat all day long. Fortunately, it’s not winter yet, otherwise our group would have died long ago.”
"Besides, when will you officials ever think about us?"
Listening to their words, the entire fleeing team began to whisper in agreement with this fallacy.
Zhan Qingyue looked at the people coldly, not thinking that they would obey her arrangements in a short while and follow them back to their original territory for resettlement honestly.
"Everyone, listen to me. I was sent by the imperial court to take charge of the flood control this time. No matter what your attitude is towards us, our willingness to save people is genuine, and you can trust us."
His Royal Highness the Prince came out of the tent at this time. At this time, he was dressed as a civilian and was not much different from others. When everyone saw him like this, they became even more disbelieving. They all whispered to each other. Not sure what to say.
His Highness the Crown Prince looked a little ugly and was about to say a few more words to make amends.
In another relatively luxurious tent, Prince Jing walked out slowly, kissing the dark red cloak on his head, and looked at everyone coldly.
"My good brother, how can we save so many people with such a small amount of food? Instead of waiting for us to save, we should let them think of ways to save themselves."
It was okay for Prince Jing not to speak, but his words immediately caused an uproar, igniting everyone's anger, and each one became more violent.
Your Highness, the Crown Prince, looked at Prince Jing, who had failed to achieve anything but failed in many things, with a face as dark as the bottom of a pot.
Prince Jing, on the other hand, looked indifferent and watched the farce in front of him coldly, as if he didn't know what he had done wrong.
As long as the left and right don't grab what you eat and drink, what does it have to do with you if other people scold you for being stubborn?
Seeing this group of fleeing villagers, they became more and more violent.
Han Yiyun suddenly stood on a high stone. He made a sound, pulled out the sword from his waist, and showed off his badge as the Imperial Envoy.
"You all stop, where are the officers and soldiers?"
As soon as these words came out, those officers and soldiers who had just been too weak to fight back against the villagers one by one pulled out the swords around their waists and waited for everyone with their swords drawn.
The murderous intent immediately suppressed this group of aggressive villagers.
Each of these villagers shrank their necks and did not dare to move forward.
Some bold ones shouted at the top of their lungs: "What's wrong, you guys can't save everyone, are you going to kill everyone here one by one?"
Han Yiyun suddenly sneered when he heard his shouting.
"Whether you believe it or not, I guarantee with my head that I will take you back and give you justice."
There was an air of majesty in his voice as he glanced at everyone with cold eyes that made people believe in him.
"I am the imperial envoy responsible for the floods here this time. The dog officials who bully you will not sit on my head and shit and pee. Please trust me."
Seeing that he could actually say such heavy words, the villagers couldn't help but think deeply.
There has never been a high-ranking official in the world who would use his own life to guarantee these unfounded things.
There was a time when villagers like them were taken seriously by the people above.
"Okay, it's settled. We believe you for the time being. We will go back with you to seek justice. If you dare to lie to us, we, as a group, will make you your backers even if we die."
With his words, everyone calmed down one by one and reluctantly cooperated on the way back.
Along the way, Prince Jing was always looking for opportunities to test Han Yiyun's loyalty.
After all, the old man Han Junsheng said that his son had surrendered to him, but now he and Zhan Qingyue are still so close.
But if Zhan Qingyue is from His Highness the Crown Prince, he has to be careful.
"Master Han, I have some West Lake Longjing brewed in my tent. Why don't you come and have a few drinks?"
Prince Jing once again extended an invitation to Han Yiyun. Han Yiyun guessed his intention in a flash and agreed immediately.
His Highness the Crown Prince felt a little uncomfortable in his heart when he saw Han Yiyun walking into Prince Jing's tent.
"Sister Qingyue."
He deliberately wandered in front of Zhan Qingyue and said in a low voice: "My brother-in-law has been really close to that guy Prince Jing recently, so you have to be more careful."
