When Mo Lingfeng and Zhong Jiaqing arrived at the top of the city, they both felt their heat disappear. Zhong Jiaqing refused to drink the good food from afar and went to patrol the camp. Mo Lingfeng went back alone and drank a lot of sugar water. .
After drinking the sugar water, she saw that Yin Nan hadn't come back yet, so she walked to the door. Just as she was about to ask the guarding soldiers to call Nomad Qing, she saw You and Dou not far away, one tall and one short, and they left in a thoughtful manner. come over.
Nomad Qing ate too much lunch, his belly was bloated, and he became shorter and shorter. He held a grass stalk in his mouth and listened to Xiao Dou's troubles.
"She didn't wear the bracelet I gave her last time. She must not like it. Brother You, what do you think I should give her if I give it again?"
Nomad Qing stretched out his hand to take off the dog's tail grass from his mouth and turned it in his hand: "In my opinion, gifts must be sent to people's hearts. Look at Fat Wu, he gave Wu Ling a red tassel gun. What does Wu Ling love? .”
Xiao Dou was in trouble: "Then, how many Jinlu heads should I give?"
"You're so stupid," Nomad Qing rolled his huge eyes, "She's short of heads? Has there ever been a time when she didn't kill more than you? She's just an emotionless murderer."
Xiao Dou nodded repeatedly: "No, it's really heroic. Heroic."
Nomad Qing had no idea what to do with this heartless thing: "Sa Shuang."
When he saw Mo Lingfeng standing with his hands behind his back, he quickly threw away the foxtail grass in his hand and said to Xiao Dou in a hurry: "Just give me valuable jewelry."
Xiao Dou also saw Mo Lingfeng, and quickly stopped talking, straightened his back, walked with his head held high, and followed up with Qing Youmu. At the same time, he thought to himself: "It's expensive and heavy. The one I sent last time didn't seem to be heavy enough."
The two of them walked up to Mo Lingfeng and saluted, "General."
Mo Lingfeng glanced at Xiao Dou, looking at his dazed look, and then thinking about Yin Nan's heartless look, he sighed secretly in his heart.
If these two people get married, what kind of life will they live like?
Out of sight, she ordered Xiao Dou to patrol the camp, and took Nomad Qing with her to the back camp to see her captives.
The two walked along, checking the situation of each camp. When they approached the back camp, Chang Long was fighting Feng Fan, and a circle of soldiers surrounded him to watch.
Mo Lingfeng walked over quietly and stood behind everyone. He and Nomad Qing stood on tiptoes and looked in. They saw Chang Long wielding an eyebrow-level stick to make the tiger angry, and Feng Fan holding a long spear and pointing it. Stab away.
Feng Fan, the elder, was hit in the back and unable to support himself. He was hit on the arm by Chang Long with a stick. A spear came out of his hand and flew towards Mo Lingfeng.
The soldiers in front covered their heads to avoid Mo Lingfeng, but Nomad Qing immediately raised his leg and kicked the spear away. The spear flew through the air and was inserted into the wooden stake.
The head of the gun sank into the wooden stake, and the tail of the gun shook violently. Everyone was shocked to realize that Mo Lingfeng had been standing there, and they hurriedly raised their hands and saluted.
"General!"
Mo Lingfeng motioned for them to continue, and he and Nomad Qing continued to move forward. The two of them walked to the back camp amidst the sound of salutes and went to the room where the beans were kept.
The little soldier with a dove-shaped face and a swan face was still guarding the door, sitting on a small stool, holding a large bowl of mixed beans and rice, with his head almost buried in the bowl.
Hearing the sound of footsteps, he quickly looked up and saw that it was Mo Lingfeng. He quickly put the bowl on the ground, carefully placed the chopsticks on the bowl, stood up and straightened his back, quietly retracted his stomach, and shouted in one breath: " General!"
Mo Lingfeng lowered his head and looked at the bowl. There was still a piece of rice left at the bottom of the bowl. Next to the rice was a palm-sized salted fish, which was clean and untouched by chopsticks.
She raised her head and asked Xiaobing: "Why don't you eat fish?"
Xiaobing hesitated for a moment, then lowered his voice and whispered, "There are fingers and hair inside the fish."
Mo Lingfeng frowned, Nomad Qing bent down to pick up the bowl and chopsticks, and used the chopsticks to pierce the belly of the fish. It was clean and there was no foreign matter inside.
He said with a straight face: "What nonsense are you talking about?"
Xiao Bing looked at Mo Lingfeng, not daring to speak. Mo Lingfeng glanced at Yu, then at Xiao Bing, and suddenly said, "Are you from Yuezhou?"
"Yes," the soldier cried, "General, I didn't mean not to eat fish, and I'm not talking nonsense."
Mo Lingfeng nodded: "I know, don't force yourself if you don't want to eat. Just change it to something else and go ahead."
With tears in his eyes, the soldier took the bowl and chopsticks from Nomad Qing and trotted to the stove.
Mo Lingfeng crossed the threshold and entered the house. The house was dark and cramped. In this hot time, it was actually a cool place.
Zell sat upright with his back leaning against the bean paste. His face had been wiped clean and the wounds had been treated with medicine. There was an empty bowl beside him, with his chopsticks on the ground, and a jar of cold water beside the bowl.
The food filled his stomach and gave him energy, and his clean face gave him ambition. He didn't have to surrender to Mo Lingfeng just because of a piece of candy like last night.
He stopped and looked at Mo Lingfeng like a lone wolf: "Why doesn't he eat fish? People in Yuezhou don't eat fish?"
He didn't hear the soldier's muttering.
Nomad Qing brought in a chair, wiped it with his sleeves, and put it behind Mo Lingfeng.
Mo Lingfeng bent down and sat down, put his hands on the armrests of the chair, and replied thoughtfully: "At this time last year, the Yuezhou River burst and rushed into the state capital. The Yuezhou governor and the river envoys dug embankments to divert water in the middle of the night. The water rushed to a poor county downstream, and five villages were washed away overnight. The bodies of the dead were left soaked in the water and eaten by fish. The living people caught the fish and ate them, often in the belly of the fish. Eat people's fingers and hair."
Zell and Nomad Qing's pupils trembled at the same time, both of them couldn't believe it.
Nomad Qing quickly regained his expression, thinking that Zeal was from a foreign race, and he didn't know what the extenuating circumstances were. Why hadn't he heard of it?
Did Yuezhou hide it?
After the shock, Zell remembered the fish he had just eaten. He suddenly rolled inside, a sour gas surged into his throat, and he retched violently. He pressed his abdomen with one hand and felt that the fish he swallowed was also human. Fingers.
He tried his best to suppress his random thoughts, and his face was full of doubts: "Why didn't you tell the people before digging the embankment again?"
Mo Lingfeng answered truthfully: "Because the breach was sudden."
"I read in the book that your officials and your court have food for the victims and places to resettle the victims. Why do they leave the corpses alone? Why do the victims live here?"
Mo Lingfeng answered quickly: "Because the state officials never reported it to the court. In order to seek a future, the officials protect each other."
Zell became more and more confused: "Why not report it to the court?"
"Because I dare not."
"Don't you dare?"
"Because the breach was sudden."
All because the breach was too sudden.
The embankment that was supposed to be impregnable turned out to be just like paper. It collapsed to the bottom. The embankment envoys and state officials rushed to divert water, causing countless casualties. They did not dare to ask the court for relief. They simply left the refugees alone and even reported to the court that the river was blocked. The state and city are safe and sound, and no relief is needed.
As for a group of insignificant refugees, just stop them from going to Kyoto and let them go wherever they go. (End of chapter)