Chapter 193 Eat his mother, wear his mother
Chen Cao led a group of people to the porridge shed and stared at the old man. Since he had children, he could not bear to see such a big child suffer.
"Tell uncle, who took your food away?"
When the old man heard this, he quickly touched the children and motioned them not to say anything.
Chen Cao immediately took a warm corn bun from Zhao Xin's hand. This kind of bun has its own sweetness and tastes very comfortable. The children couldn't bear it and wanted to reach out for it.
Chen Cao retracted his hand, and the older child flew away.
"Tell uncle, whoever takes away your food will give you this steamed bun. In addition..." He then took a braised chicken drumstick from Xin Zhao's hand: "This is yours too."
Chicken legs, these refugees have never eaten them even when there was no disaster. Who among those who raise chickens at home is willing to eat the egg-laying chickens? Most farmers in Shaanxi wait to lay eggs and exchange them for money.
"That uncle..."
Before the older one spoke, the younger one stood up and pointed at a middle-aged man six steps behind them and said, "That's him. We all have to give the food to him after we receive it."
That man was in the middle of the team. When the child pointed at him, his scalp immediately went numb. He was the Marquis of the Kingdom of China.
"pull out..."
"It's unfair..."
Handing the chicken legs to the younger one and the steamed buns to the older one, Chen Cao stood up and stared at the man with interest: "Tell me, how much have you eaten in the past three days? It looks like you have become whiter. Do you feel comfortable just eating and not doing anything?"
The man knelt in front of Chen Cao and kept kowtowing: "Sir, please have mercy on me. I'm just a little hungry. I beg you for mercy..."
"Bring me the clay trumpet."
The middle-aged man was obviously going to scare the monkeys this time. He was so frightened that he was so frightened that he had to urinate and urinate. The smell was terrible.
Chen Cao stood on the wooden platform that had been built a long time ago and shouted at the top of his voice: "You are all refugees. Landless refugees should help each other outside, instead of taking things from the same refugees. You do this , how are they different from animals? Listen, I have said before that you are not allowed to take more or eat more, because I do not have that much food to help you. And some of you do not contribute to the court. They also take other people's food and make it difficult for others to live. Such people should be killed...
The guy in front of me is an example. When someone comes, his head will be displayed to the public and hung on the flagpole to warn others who come after him..."
The man also fainted, so he didn't have to worry about the pain before death.
Chen Cao looked at the silent people below. No one had exposed anyone else at this time. He must have been used to being oppressed.
"Listen, because the appearance of this person has caused some of you to have insufficient food, I have to think about whether you are trying to squeeze my food. Therefore, I have decided to suspend the distribution of grain."
As soon as these words came out, there were more than 40,000 people in the audience. After hearing this, some couldn't help but burst into tears. The white rice buns they had just eaten for three days were all gone because of one person. Many people felt no pain in their hearts. How many times have you cursed the head being hung on the flagpole?
The agitated refugees were a little excited. When Chen Cao saw this, he said: "Let's do this. If you promise that this situation will not happen again in the future, I will continue to release food. However, you'd better find out those who are exploiting you." , don’t be afraid, with me here, no one dares to do anything to you. If they dare to threaten you, I will let them taste the taste of steel swords."
Not long after, after everyone heard this sentence, many people began to look at the middle-aged people around them. Most of the people who caused the chaos were also these people, which immediately attracted countless hateful looks.
"Kill them..."
I don't know who shouted, and the lower class refugees who had been oppressed for a long time rushed towards those who had oppressed them, hitting the missing bowls and wooden sticks in their hands. For a moment, the entire Pudong Pier became a mess. .
The chaos has always existed outside the white line. The 40,000 people seemed to have consciously avoided the white line because they knew that entering the white line would mean death.
"Where did you find someone who can speak Shaanxi dialect?"
Chen Cao watched everything happening in front of him calmly and asked Xin Zhao beside him.
"Master Marquis doesn't know that Shaanxi Sanbian and other places have always been the focus of our Southern Town Fusi. Therefore, there are relatively many Tiqi spies. It's trivial to find a few who can talk about Shaanxi."
Xin Zhao stood on tiptoe and looked at the noisy chaos: "I don't know how many people are going to die."
"Kill the chickens to scare the monkeys. Of these 40,000 people, one hundred and eighty will not be able to calm down the situation."
Chen Cao said with an indifferent expression that in troubled times, heavy codes must be used, and the way to deal with troubled times is to fight violence with violence, so that those who have evil intentions will remember.
The "fighting" incident lasted for nearly half an hour, and Chen Cao's legs were numb even when he stood. Some people were indeed beaten to death, and there were fifty or sixty people who were half dead.
When Chen Cao saw this, he picked up the earthen trumpet and shouted: "Listen carefully, without these people among you, all of you, regardless of gender, old or young, are equal people. I am very pleased;
However, I have indeed run out of food. I can only provide you with this meal today. After eating today, the porridge shed will be removed tomorrow. "
As soon as these words came out, everyone was in an uproar, and the sounds of mourning broke out everywhere.
"quiet..."
Chen Cao raised the trumpet again: "Suzhou and Songfu are the grain-producing areas of Southern Zhili. When I came here, I bought grain from the Songjiang Prefecture's Yamen, but they refused. I now have money and cannot buy grain." "
"Marquis Dingwu, what should we do?"
I don’t know who among the crowd said something, but Chen Cao continued after hearing this: "When Emperor Shenzong was in power, there was an incident in Zhejiang where people beat Jin Yiwei to death."
"Marquis Dingwu, fighting and killing the Jin Yiwei is a grave crime that will annihilate the entire clan."
This is a discordant voice because there are so many refugees and no one knows who is asking.
Immediately afterwards, someone shouted: "I have become a refugee who doesn't have enough to eat. It's the limit if I don't join the thieves and rebel. Are you afraid that the whole family will be exterminated?"
"Yes, that makes sense."
The crowd is afraid of incitement, especially this group of refugees who are used to hunger. Wasn't it just because Wang Er was so hungry that he had no choice but to lead a group of people to successfully rebel?
"D..."
I don’t know who shouted again.
"Let's go to Songjiang Prefecture's Yamen to ask for food. We need to live..."
"We want to live..."
"We want to live..."
"We want to live..."
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Huating County, the seat of Songjiang Prefecture, inside the magistrate's office
Huang Shijing looked at the account book sent by the butler with a happy face.
"The disaster relief food left by the imperial court can be sold at a good price...ah..."
"master..."
The maid's voice sounded outside the door: "Zhixian Liu is waiting to see you in the front hall."
When Liu Zhengwen saw Huang Shijing, he looked like he was crying: "Master Futai..."
Huang Shijing was in a good mood. The price of food in Nanzhili has increased recently. One stone of rice can be sold for two or three coins: "What's wrong, Mr. Liu? What trouble have you caused?"
"Master Futai, it's not the official's fault that's causing trouble, it's our fault..."
"What's the explanation?"
"Governor Yang heard that Shanghai County needed manpower for construction, so he rushed all the nearly 80,000 refugees stranded in Suzhou to Songjiang."
'puff...'
Huang Shijing spurted out all the tea she just drank, and sprayed all over Liu Zhengwen's face who was close.
Liu Zhengwen was not particular about it. He wiped it with his hand and said anxiously: "If Marquis Dingwu doesn't accept these refugees, what will we do?"
what to do? This means that the nearly 10,000 taels of silver that Huang Zhifu just wanted to account for will not only go to waste, but also have to open a warehouse to release grain under pressure.
No state government is willing to accept refugees, which is a thankless task. Moreover, if there are refugees in the territory, they will open warehouses to release grain. Once the warehouses are opened to release grain, the state government will be held responsible if it cannot pay the grain tax for that year. For leaders, not to mention the number of cases involving more refugees, which also affects the promotion of officials.
Huang Shijing scolded Yang Weizhi countless times in her heart. This was obviously to make her bear the burden of the 80,000 refugees: "How could they know?"
Liu Zhengwen shook his head: "The yamen from Suzhou Prefecture and the yamen from the governor's yamen came together. They handed over official documents and said that the refugees are already on the way."
Huang Shijing slapped her forehead: "What should we do? Didn't Marquis Dingwu say that we should pay as much as we want? Forget it, when the refugees come, you arrange for people to be sent directly to Shanghai County."
As soon as the words in the lobby finished, a government official ran into the hall in a panic: "Sir, it's not good, the refugees are back again..."
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"Eat his mother, wear his mother, there will be food when you come to Songjiang..."
Above the north gate of Songjiang Prefecture, Magistrate Huang Shijing, Magistrate of Huating County Liu Zhengwen and officials from Songjiang Prefecture gathered at the top of the city. The city gate was closed tightly, and the refugees outside the city shouted this somewhat anti-social slogan in unison.
"This...this...are they going to rebel?"
Huang Shijing said in a trembling voice. This slogan was clearly a slogan of rebellion: "Quickly go and ask the commander of Songjiang Guard to come."
The original Songjiang Guard was crippled in Guangning, and Wang Xiaojie, the commander and commander, has become an official in Guangning. The current Songjiang Guard is newly built, so the number has not been reduced. The standard is 5,600, but these military households They are all new recruits into the army. Although the equipment is sufficient, their combat effectiveness is not flattering.
Commander Wang Buke was recommended by Wang Xiaojie. He was originally the governor of Songjiang Guard. He worked with Wang Xiaojie during the battle in Liaodong and had some courage. After returning to Nanjing, Chen Cao was recommended by Chen Cao and was promoted to the commander of Songjiang Guard.
He was originally a military household of Songjiang Guard, so Wang Buke was extremely relaxed when he reorganized Songjiang Guard.
"Commander Wang, send troops quickly. I am worried that this group of refugees will take advantage of the chaos to attack the city."
Huang Shijing may be too nervous. Songjiang Fucheng was once looted by Japanese pirates, and then repaired in the early Wanli period, and then raised again in the middle period. Today, the city wall is six meters high. How can these five-inch-armed refugees climb the wall?
Huang Shijing can command Wang Buke in the event of a war, but now the refugees are just shouting slogans under the city, and no one else has done much. How can Wang Buke send troops to drive them away?
