"Mr. Zhao, why are you taking the lead and running out?"
Far away, the yamen servant recognized Zhao Ping and asked with a wry smile.
"What do you mean?"
Zhao Ping walked a few more steps and got closer before asking, "Do you want to close the village?"
"right."
The yamen servant said: "The county magistrate has said that we will not let them run around until the plague is completely lifted before letting them go."
"Aren't you afraid of causing panic?"
Zhao Ping frowned.
His suggestion was to increase publicity and make people consciously hide at home and not go out.
As a result, Huang Fengnian directly asked the government officials to seal the village.
The harvest is still going on right now, who wants to hide at home and not come out?
What will happen if a riot occurs?
However, the yamen officer didn't take it seriously. "The soldiers will be here soon. Anyone who dares to disobey will be killed on the spot."
"Kill a few of the leaders, and no one will dare to disobey them again."
Forehead!
Zhao Ping was speechless for a while.
But after thinking about it, strong suppression seems to be the most effective method at the moment.
If it’s really the flu, then it’s a real plague.
It spread, and it wasn't just the few people who led the rebellion who died.
Instead, the entire village was burned to death.
Zhao Ping didn't want to be implicated by them, so he simply ignored them.
Those who originally did not listen to the advice really did not dare to rush to harvest the crops after hearing the shouts of the Yamen servants. Instead, they hurried home.
When passing by the government office, I couldn't help but ask why the village was closed.
The officials also told the truth.
"What? It was Zhao Erluozi's idea?"
The villagers turned their attention to Zhao Ping again.
Gritting his teeth in hatred.
"Zhao Erliuzi, what do you mean by doing this?"
"Do you have to force us to drink the soup you made?"
"Tell me, you are obviously not a medical officer, why do you have to step forward?"
"It's okay now. We have been struggling so much that we can't even go to the fields to harvest crops. If we can't pay the taxes, we will all be dragged to the pioneer camp. Are you looking down on us and planning to kill us all?"
One by one, they criticized Zhao Ping.
Some people even wanted to step forward to teach Zhao Ping a lesson.
Thanks to the arrival of Li Hu and Yun Man, as well as the government officials, everyone was able to be stopped.
The yamen officer stepped forward, glared at the villagers and yelled, "The plague is not limited to your village. Hundreds of villagers in Qianmen Village and Gaolou Village have been infected with the cold."
"Mr. Zhao predicted it in advance and told the county boss, so he made countermeasures."
"Otherwise, when widespread infection occurs, you will be burned alive."
"He is your true benefactor."
"Not only did you not thank him, you actually wanted to beat Mr. Zhao. You really have no conscience at all."
After saying this, everyone blushed.
They just want to harvest food, and they are not reckless people who don't know anything.
In the past two days, some people have felt uncomfortable. After learning that the decoction provided by Zhao Ping was free, they all ran over to drink it.
Sure enough, every time I drink it, I sweat a lot.
Then I feel full of energy and have more energy to work.
At the moment, he couldn't accept the fact that the village was closed. After all, half of the crops in the fields had not been recovered, so he vented his grievances on Zhao Ping.
"I can testify for the Zhao boy that the decoction he makes is very effective."
The fourth aunt also stood up, "I was infected with wind-cold some time ago. I had a chill all over my body and a cough. It was the boy from the Zhao family who gave me some medicine and I got better."
"He really can cure the plague."
"So we should all follow his advice and stay at home and don't go out."
"It's easy to say, what should we do if there is still so much food in the fields?"
Some people did not dare to speak loudly, so they could only whisper, "If we can't collect it, how can we pay taxes?"
"Winter is coming soon. How can we survive the winter without food?"
"Are you going to starve to death alive?"
"That's right. We've only harvested half of the grain, and it's all piled up at home. There's no way to dry it. It's been rained on, so it's easy for it to sprout. If the government doesn't want it, how will we live?"
"This is forcing people to death!"
While talking, some people actually cried.
Then, like a contagion, most of the people cried.
Weeping, sobbing, choking, sobbing, bursting into tears, there are all kinds of people who cry.
Zhao Ping was also infected.
In ancient times, it was extremely difficult to be an ordinary citizen.
China is still the best country. Under the leadership of the party, people not only have enough food and clothing, but their children can also go to school for free. They can also travel, watch movies, and have a date with autumn from time to time.
Zhao Ping's heart was touched.
When he first traveled through time, he only wanted to be a rich and happy man and live a happy life.
After seeing the cruelty of the current situation and guessing a little bit about Liu Mengru's identity, he felt a sense of crisis, so he recruited Xia Quan and others to develop his power, hoping to be qualified to stand in front of his father-in-law and talk to him on an equal footing.
But now, Zhao Ping's concept has changed again.
He wants to help these people.
If you are unable to change the situation of the entire Dawei Dynasty, then start from Xiping Village and Xia Village.
At the very least, they should be fed and clothed so that they no longer have to worry about their livelihood.
Create a different prosperous village.
With his goal in mind, Zhao Ping stood up and said loudly: "Everyone, be quiet for a moment and listen to what I have to say."
Zhao Ping is a hero who fights tigers, and his apprentice Yunman is the village chief of Xiping Village. He still has prestige in Xiping Village, so everyone calmed down quickly.
Zhao Ping then continued: "The reason why you are unwilling to close the village is probably to grab food, right?"
"But the grain has been soaked by rain for several days. Even if it is taken back, it is still raining and there is no place to dry it. It will still sprout or even become moldy. The government will not want it. It doesn't make much sense whether to rush to harvest it or not."
"Otherwise, if you all sell all the sprouted grain to me, it will still be calculated at 600 wen per stone."
"You can keep the ones that haven't sprouted and eat them for yourself, or you can pay the tax."
quiet!
After Zhao Ping finished speaking, the entire crowd fell into silence.
You can hear the needle drop.
The first person to break the atmosphere was Xia Quan. He grabbed Zhao Ping's arm and whispered, "Brother Ping, are you crazy?"
“What can sprouted grain be used for?”
"I bought it and threw it away."
"Besides, it rained throughout Yun'an County this time, and almost everyone's food sprouted."
"Even if you want to acquire it, do you have that much money?"
"Xia Quan, you are not from our village, so don't get involved in our village's affairs."
Someone reacted, worried that Zhao Ping would be persuaded, and immediately began to scold Xia Quan.
Others also agreed and wanted to drive Xia Quan away.
"Don't get excited, please don't get excited."
Zhao Ping hurriedly stepped forward to comfort him, "I have already decided. Quanzi's persuasion is of no use."
"You can go back now."
"When the weather clears up, you can take the sprouted grain to my house and I will give you some money."
"Okay, the boy from the Zhao family is really a kind man."
the villagers praised.
"No, when the Zhao boy was born, I saw a star falling from the sky. At that time, I said that he was the Wenqu star descending to earth. That's true."
"Wen Quxing is the number one scholar. How can this boy from the Zhao family be good at studying? You can't be mistaken, right?"
"Why do you care so much? Just know that he is not a mortal."
"Yes, yes, I agree with this."
The villagers praised Zhao Ping hard and then left with a smile.
With the food problem solved, they no longer worry about being locked up at home. Instead, they enjoy sleeping in bed.
Maybe I can make another baby.
Waiting for ten or eight years is another labor force.
The yamen officer glanced at Zhao Ping gratefully and ran to other villages to promote the idea without stopping.
Zhao Ping took people home.
But after walking a few steps, he found that Xia Quan was still standing there motionless.
His face was extremely dark, and he was obviously still angry.
Zhao Ping didn't give him a good look either, and shouted coldly: "Xia Quan, am I the master or are you the master? Don't my words have any effect?"
Only then did Xia Quan come back to his senses.
He is still Zhao Ping's slave.
If you really pissed off Zhao Ping and betrayed him, I'm afraid he wouldn't even have a place to cry.
But he still had the courage to say: "Brother Ping, it's not that I don't listen to you, it's actually, you, you..."
Before he could finish speaking, Zhao Ping took out a handful of banknotes from his arms.
"Look what this is?"
"Bank notes?"
Xia Quan is also a knowledgeable person. When he saw the one thousand taels of silver notes, there were ten or twenty, his eyes almost popped out of his head.
"Brother Ping, where did you get so much money?"
"Don't ask what you shouldn't ask."
Zhao Ping said coldly: "As a guard, your mission is to protect my safety and obey my orders."
"As for other things, I want you to know and I will tell you. If I don't want you to know, just keep your mouth shut."
"yes."
Xia Quan also became serious and assured.
Um.
Zhao Ping nodded secretly, very satisfied with his beating.
Now that he has just started his career, Xia Quan dares to disobey his orders and even gets sulky.
This would be absolutely fatal if placed on the battlefield.
Zhao Ping didn't want this to happen.
Moreover, he took out the banknotes to test Xia Quan and the others to see if they would kill him for the money.
After taking them home, Zhao Ping hid in the house and started decorating.
