There were no casualties in Dahe Village during this night attack by refugees.
Women, the elderly and children were dancing around the fire. Although the night wind was strong, everyone was very hot inside.
Li Zheng summoned the core staff and sat in the room for a meeting, mainly discussing how to deal with these refugees.
"The gates of Ping'an County are closed, and there are not enough manpower. The county magistrate is unable to deal with these refugees when they are sent back." Cheng Wanwan said slowly, "There are a total of 135 people, 25 women, and one person left." One hundred and ten are all men."
Li Zheng touched his beard: "They are all labor force..."
These men had been on the run for three or four months. Although they were somewhat frail and thin, they were men, and they were grown men, which meant they could work.
"It is both a labor force and a hidden danger." Master Yu said, "If the tiger returns to the mountains, the next ones to suffer may be Guihua Village, Chengjia Village, Lijiagou, etc. As far as I know, only Dahe Village has a patrol team, and other villages They may not be so united. If the refugees leave as prepared as they did tonight, those villages will definitely fall."
Li Zheng said very arrogantly: "I still have the foresight, otherwise it will be over tonight."
He Xiao said: "I've seen it. Only the four or five people in the lead have the Three-Legged Cat Kung Fu. The others are all farmers."
Those people, like everyone in Dahe Village, once had their own fields, but due to a natural disaster, they had to leave their homes and become homeless.
Three or four months ago, they should have been simple and honest rural men.
Cheng Wanwan pursed her lips and said, "Can the patrol manage more than a hundred people without causing trouble?"
"Weed out the bad guys and keep those with better natures." He Xiao thought deeply, "In addition to the four or five leaders, there should be some lacklusters and followers. Find these people and lock them up alone until the plague is over. , and then hand these people over to the government for punishment. The remaining refugees who have not done any evil should be managed separately and they will be able to be controlled."
Cheng Wanwan took out a piece of paper from nowhere, took a charcoal pen, and drew a circle on the paper.
"The villagers of Dahe Village live together by the river at the foot of the mountain. This side is the original wasteland, and this side is the 4,000 acres of land awarded by the imperial court. For the time being, only the Cao family is planting trees..." She said while drawing, "There are different places here. Define five areas and divide the refugees into five groups for separate management. Each group has more than 20 people. Even if there is trouble, it can be suppressed quickly..."
Everyone expressed their opinions and the regulations were quickly finalized.
Several large pots are boiling at the same time, and the porridge is cooked first, and the old lady in the village delivers it to the refugees.
On a winter night, in the cold wind, someone can bring you a bowl of hot porridge, and they have made a mistake before, and they can still drink porridge after making a mistake. What kind of magical treatment is this?
They held the porridge bowl and couldn't finish it in one breath, because it was thick porridge, which was more filling than the clear water porridge distributed in Ping'an County.
Mrs. Zhao chose a thin-looking young man and said with a smile: "Drink slowly, don't choke, no one will compete with you."
The young man didn't care about this, he poured it into his mouth even though it was hot to death. Food, such a precious thing, only truly belongs to him when it is eaten in his stomach.
After drinking, he wiped his mouth and said sheepishly: "Thank you."
Old Mrs. Zhao sighed and said: "In the past three or four months, you fled from the south to come to us. You must have been very hard along the way. Look, there is no flesh on your face. It's so pitiful."
The young man almost burst into tears. In the past three or four months, no one had cared about him so much in the past three or four months.
He said: "We walked all the way from Shuicheng, stopping and walking. Some cities on the road would take us in. They would take us in for five or six days. When they ran out of food, they would drive us away... We didn't know where we would go during our escape. Where to go, I don’t know how long I can live... What happened tonight was really not intentional..."
They had done evil things, and the people in the village gave them porridge. He felt extremely ashamed.
Old Mrs. Zhao said without leaving a trace: "We Li Zheng said that the law does not punish the public. More than a hundred of you came to Dahe Village to cause trouble, and even the county magistrate could not deal with it. So Li Zheng decided to only hand over the ten final When the bad people go up, you can secretly tell me which ten people have done the most bad things, and at dawn, these ten people will be sent on their way."
The young man's eyes lit up, which meant that even if he explained clearly, those people would not trouble him again.
He immediately said: "Wang Heizhuang, Li He..."
"Wait a minute." Mrs. Zhao waved and asked Wu Xiaochui to come over, "Okay, you can continue talking."
The young man reported his name, and Wu Xiaochui was responsible for recording it.
The young man took a look and saw that the handwriting was neat and beautiful. How could a random child in this village know how to write?
He raised his head and took another casual look, and there was a child of seven or eight years old writing.
Next to each refugee, there is a "kind and kind" old lady who is responsible for chatting, and a child who has read books is responsible for registering. The scene is inexplicably harmonious.
This group of refugees also escaped from the village. They are also villagers, but no one in their village can write...
This village is really different from their original village. No wonder there is a Suiru man. No wonder he will catch them all in one fell swoop...
Each person handed over ten names. After recording them, Mrs. Zhao arranged for each person to receive a bowl of medicine.
After drinking a bowl of medicine, Li Zheng began to read the name.
The ten people who were mentioned the most were picked out individually, tied into rice dumplings, and put into a pig pen. This was a vicious crime and would be handed over to the government for processing.
More than 20 people who were nominated in small numbers were also tied up and locked up in a cowshed in the village. This was a minor crime. If they repented, they would be rehabilitated.
The remaining people who were not nominated were confined to a small area near the edge of the village and were not allowed to move freely.
"Listen to me!" Li Zheng said loudly, "The bowl of porridge you just drank was the first bowl of porridge in Dahe Village, and it was also the last bowl."
Upon hearing this, everyone was frightened.
"Is this going to starve us to death?"
"We didn't do bad things intentionally, we were forced to do it."
"Please, please let us go."
"You have made a mistake, it is impossible to let you go!" Li Zheng snorted coldly, "If you want to eat porridge, then earn it with your own hands! Everyone in Dahe Village feeds themselves with their hands. No one has extra food to feed you people. But you can work in exchange for food! For example, the village needs to plant trees. If you plant ten trees, you can exchange for a bowl of porridge! The village also needs a lot of dry firewood, thirty kilograms of dry firewood. Firewood can also be exchanged for a bowl of porridge..."
All the refugees immediately started crying.
When they were outside Ping'an County, they could get two bowls of porridge without doing anything all day long. Although it was pure water porridge, it was something for nothing and it tasted very good.
As a result, now, they have to work to get food.
I was really screwed!
"Anyone who escapes midway will be treated as a vicious crime and handed over to the county magistrate!" Li Zheng said in a cold tone, "If you do something wrong, you will have to pay the price. I hope you will remember the lesson this time!"
After Li Zheng finished speaking, he waved his hand and left.
He played the bad side, while Cheng Wanwan played the white side, and said in a warm voice: "Winter nights are very cold, and the village patrol team will build thatched houses overnight, with ten people per room, and the village will provide some straw quilts."
A straw quilt is two layers of coarse cloth with dry straw in the middle, which can barely keep out the cold.
The refugees suddenly became moved again.
They fled from the south. From summer to winter, they were still wearing single clothes. They had no shelter every night, and several people could freeze to death in one night.
Unexpectedly, this village would build them thatched houses and give them quilts. They must have met a living Bodhisattva.
"Thank you Sui Ruren!"
"We will never forget the great kindness of Sui Ruren!"
The refugees all knelt down.
