"Now that Huang Xiangu has gone down to accompany the River God, I see that my fellow villager is highly respected, so I might as well go down and have a drink with the River God. As long as you drink the River God well, maybe this disaster will be solved."
Song Che waved slightly, and Nangong Yue and Lu Jingxiang stepped forward, knocking down several of Township Chief Liu's followers, and then escorted him to the port.
"No! You must not! I...I have a bad drinking ability!" Township Chief Liu struggled and shouted.
"Young ladies like Huanghua can go down to accompany the river god. As the head of a village, why can't you go down?" Song Che asked coldly.
Liu Xiangchang's legs were weak, and he knelt in front of Song Che, begging for mercy: "It was Wang Xiangu who tricked me, saying that as long as I gave birth to a girl, she could get the villagers to donate money... All of this was the conspiracy of that witch. The little old man is also a victim, please spare your life, officer and heroine!"
He was just afraid of death and had no remorse.
Listening to what he just said, he has killed more than one person in the past few decades, how can he be forgiven?
"Dear fellow villagers, the so-called 'catastrophe from heaven must be caused by man' is precisely because you were blindly superstitious and pushed a living girl into the water to drown. This angered God and broke the dam of the Yellow River. This is called 'karma and retribution' '."
Song Che turned around and pointed at Township Chief Liu angrily, and cursed: "Push this old beast into the river and feed it to the fish!"
Nangong Yue kicked it off the pier, and within a moment, it sank to the bottom of the river.
It seemed that for a moment, the river became much calmer.
"let's go!"
Hello.
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On the third day after the Yellow River burst its banks, Nangong Yue arrived at the outskirts of Qingzhou City on a familiar road.
Qingzhou City was a famous capital in every dynasty. Apart from the capital Jinan, it had the largest economy and population. Its terrain was quite high, and floods usually could not reach it. Many people used it as a refuge;
Those who had relatives in Qingzhou went to the city, while those who had no relatives or savings stayed in inns, taverns, or farmhouses in the suburbs. The poor who had no relatives and no savings had to sleep in pavilions or in the woods.
In the suburbs of Qingzhou, there are not only people seeking refuge from the north, but also refugees from coastal areas suffering from Japanese invasion.
The ground was full of hungry people and it was too miserable to look at.
It rained for several days, and countless people died of cold and illness. The corpses accumulated in piles and were cremated on the spot with handfuls of dry wood.
Song Che wondered in his heart, guns and artillery had been made, even if it was difficult to suppress the Japanese pirates in the north, there should be some results, why did the refugees still stay?
"Hey, this product is pretty good today, so let's sell it to her."
"Brother Dog, this girl costs fifteen taels of silver."
"Give her ten taels and take her away."
A young girl in her prime was kneeling on the roadside, with a corpse wrapped in a straw mat next to her. There were a few big words written on the ground: Fifteen taels sold to bury her father.
If there is a seller, there will naturally be a buyer. When a middle-aged man with a bloated figure and two arrogant followers throw down ten taels of silver, he wants to buy the girl by force.
"Officer, I sold myself for fifteen taels, can you please give me some more?" the girl begged with tears in her eyes.
The fat man sneered: "Are you made of gold or pink jade? Everyone sells it for ten taels, but you want five taels more?"
The girl looked at her father's body wrapped in a straw mat and bit her lip to hold back tears. "My father was poor all his life and never wore a single good piece of clothing. My daughter is unfilial. After her death, she wanted to put a good coffin for him. Officials are as valuable as money." If the income is not enough, the slave family will not sell it."
"Don't want to sell? Hahaha... I, Gou San, have taken a liking to Litai Fang. If you don't want to sell it, you have to sell it! Take her away for ten taels of silver!"
A fat man is called a ruffian, and he wants to rob civilian girls.
"Go to hell, gangster!"
Nangong Yue jumped out of the carriage, kicked the fat man away, and fell to the ground until he was gnawed in the mud.
The two gangsters were about to fight, but Lu Jingxiang slapped them to the ground with two backhand slaps.
The fat man spat out the mud in his mouth, glared back and cursed angrily: "Where did you come from, you bastard, you are so brave after eating a bear's heart, how dare you take food from my mouth, Fat Master!"
"I'm going to pull out your teeth today!"
Nangong Yue drew her sword and was about to move forward, but Song Che held her down first and said to the fat man:
"Giving enough money is a business transaction, and I have no control over it. But if you don't give money and rob a girl, you're breaking the law, you know?"
"Illegal?"
The fat man said disdainfully: "It's such a new word. In Qingzhou, I, Gou San, have never heard of breaking the law."
He glared angrily again: "Seeing that you are foreigners, I won't make things difficult for you. Kneel down and kowtow to me three times. Then let me beat you up and give you fifty taels of silver. This matter will be over. Otherwise - —”
"roll!"
Before the fat man could finish his words, Jingxiang punched him, causing him to vomit and break his teeth, and he fell to the mud without knowing whether to live or die.
Seeing that the situation was not going well, the two ruffians picked up Gou San and ran towards the city. They did not forget to say harsh words: "You dare to beat up even the manager of Mr. Kong's wife's family. You are destined to die!"
"Boss, you've seen it, it's like this in Qingzhou City, even the scoundrels are arrogant and domineering..." Nangong Yue sighed.
Where is it not the same?
Song Che shook his head and saw that the woman was crying pitifully. He took out twenty taels of silver and secretly stuffed it into her: "Take it to bury your father quickly, but don't let anyone see it."
The girl was flattered and held back her tears: "Where does my benefactor live? Who is his surname? I will come to serve you in time after the funeral is completed."
Look at her age, she is about the same age as Liu Xiang'er. It's strange, it's strange, it's a pity, it's a pity, it was a wrong birth, a poor child!
"Do good deeds and accumulate virtue without worrying about your future. As long as the girl remembers that there are many good people in this world, then the money will be worth it."
Song Che said no more, sat back in the carriage and continued to move forward.
As we get closer to the city gate, there are soldiers controlling it, and the road becomes much smoother.
In the evening, three porridge spots were added outside the city gate, and the queue of refugees stretched so long that it was difficult to see the end.
I thought it was a good thing to do charity by giving out porridge, but when I approached the porridge point and looked inside, I realized where the hell was this rice porridge? It's obviously rice soup.
According to the laws of Daliang, when giving porridge, you must give thick porridge. The chopsticks cannot be inserted upside down, and the cloth bag cannot leak. Otherwise, the official's head will fall to the ground.
The refugees are thin and yellow-skinned, but the soldiers guarding the city gate are all white and fat. There was also a money box placed next to the city gate with the words "Collection" written on it.
It's really full of irony.
"Where did this officer come from and where is he going?" The soldier stopped Song Che's carriage.
Nangong Yue was too lazy to say anything, so she took out the road guide and handed it over.
The soldier did not intend to take it, but pointed to the cash box beside him and said with a smile: "Officials who drive rich and powerful cars must not be ordinary people. Recently, the Yellow River burst its banks and the people are in dire straits. Qingzhou is collecting donations for disaster relief, so the officials should do their part." A meager strength, right?"
Song Che raised the car window and asked, "I donated money, don't I need to check my identity?"
The soldier said happily: "If you can afford to donate money, you must be rich. This rich person doesn't have to worry about food, clothing, and women. What bad thoughts can he have?"
It's... so damn right!
Song Che didn't want to be too troublesome and wanted to treat the symptoms and the root cause, so he asked Nangong Yue to donate some scraps of silver.
The soldiers were regarded as honored guests and immediately let him go.
