"Stop fighting, stop fighting!"
The woman rushed forward and shouted sternly.
"A group of beggars are so filthy that they still want to enter the city. It's a blessing from God to feed you. Come on, arrest the leader!"
Zhou Zhong ordered sternly.
The yamen servant didn't dare to disobey, so he knocked down several people with sticks. He glanced at Li Laosan, who was lying on the ground panting, and reached out to grab Li Laosan's ankles and dragged him over.
Like dragging a dog.
Zhou Zhong pointed at the others with a stick and warned: "Whoever dares to break into Dingyuan City again will be the rebels of the Ming Dynasty. When the time comes, your heads will be chopped off."
"Old squad leader."
Everyone is anxious.
"Don't be impulsive. I'm fine. Everyone, please step back. Back off."
Li Laosan shouted quickly.
Li Laosan, who has been in the yamen for most of his life, doesn't know what's going on.
You must know that in the feudal era, the black pot manufacturing industry was very developed, with various brands, including the rebel brand, the bandit brand, the bandit brand, the rebellion brand, and the government brand...
One benefit of having more brands is:
Use whichever one is convenient.
These black pots all come with damage attributes. Some are less damaging and can kill one person, some are more damaging and can kill a whole family, and some are super powerful and can kill hundreds to tens of thousands of people...
Li Laosan didn't want to see the damaging effects of these scapegoats, let alone let everyone get hurt. These hard-working people had already suffered enough and couldn't go on like this.
"Let the old squad leader go!"
Li Jiu led people over and shouted angrily.
Zhou Zhong was inevitably a little scared when he saw so many people, but he also knew that if he gave in at this moment and wanted to calm down the situation, it would be too difficult to control these mud-legged people.
According to my usual experience, the best way at this time is:
Kill monkeys to scare monkeys.
Zhou Zhong was cruel and shouted loudly: "You people are trying to rebel. Today I will punish you according to the emperor's order! Come on, I will punish the thieves with eighty sticks! If anyone makes trouble again, I will punish you with a hundred and twenty sticks!"
Li Jiu's eyes widened with anger, but he did not dare to lead people forward without authorization.
For the common people, they are not used to being oppressed, but the life they have seen, heard and experienced has engraved one line in their bones, that is:
The government can decide whether my whole family will live or die!
Everyone knows this, even if they don't know a word of it.
So, they are afraid.
So, they are silent.
If you don’t get beaten in silence, just watch others get beaten in silence.
This is the most true portrayal of the people of Ming Dynasty.
Their silence cannot simply be defined as weakness and obedience, but because silence is a kind of protection, protecting themselves and their families.
Zhou Zhong looked at the intimidated refugees, his eyes full of contempt and indifference. He looked at the Yamen Hou soldiers aside and ordered gloomily: "Hit me, hard!"
Half of Hou Bing's face was a little swollen. He held the stick in his hand and looked at Li Laosan who was being trampled on the ground. He thought of his dead father, struggled for a while, and said to Zhou Zhong: "Master County Prime Minister, please spare them." .”
Zhou Zhong did not expect that the usually obedient Hou Bing would resist him many times. He kicked Hou Bing to the ground with his feet and roared: "I will deal with you later, Wang Mu, Zhang Liang, do it!"
The stick rose high and then fell heavily, carrying the wind.
Li Jiu clenched his fists and looked at Li Laosan who was holding on to the ground without making a sound. He wanted to step forward, but was tightly held by the person behind him.
Poof!
The dull sound made people tense up.
Wang Mu and Zhang Liang raised their sticks again, and the sound of wind came. This time, the sound of wind was even worse.
Poof!
"ah--"
Two screams came out, one after another.
Wang Mu fell to the ground and looked at his calf. Only the handle of a dart with red tassel was left. There was also a dart inserted in Zhang Liang's wrist, but the dart pierced the wrist directly, exposing the sharp tip.
The sudden turn of events shocked everyone. Zhou Zhong just yelled "Which bastard" and saw a horse galloping not far away. A majestic middle-aged man suddenly reined in the reins and stopped three feet away. Outside.
The clatter of horse hooves raised dust, and a group of people arrived in a hurry.
The accompanying guards dismounted first, and then helped Yu Xin, Huang Zicheng and other civil servants down.
"Who are you?"
Zhou Zhong couldn't help but panic when he saw that this group of people didn't seem to be simple. There were so many people accompanying them and they were attacking very harshly.
Xiong Wucheng walked over coldly, took a look, then stepped on Wang Mu's leg and slowly pulled out the dart, ignoring Wang Mu's shrill screams.
Seeing this situation, Zhang Liang gritted his teeth and suddenly pulled the dart out of his wrist.
Xiong Wucheng looked at the dart handed over by Zhang Liang and asked coldly: "Did I let you pull it out?"
Zhang Liang was stunned for a moment, and then he saw the dart inserted into his wrist again and changed its position, and he couldn't help but scream like a pig.
Xiong Wucheng slowly pulled out the dart, looked at Zhang Liang who was lying on the ground, kicked him on the chin, and said: "The person you hit didn't even scream, what's your name?"
Wang Mu's face turned pale, and he immediately closed his mouth when he saw Zhang Liang, whose jaw was dislocated and unconscious and trembling on the ground.
Xiong Wucheng walked up to Wang Mu and stepped on Wang Mu's injured leg. Wang Mu screamed with his eyes wide open, and then he was kicked and passed out.
Yu Xin walked over slowly with bow-legged steps, and frowned when he saw the two government servants who were unconscious and bleeding on the ground.
Xiong Wucheng hugged Yu Xin and others and said, "Xiong is a martial artist and doesn't know how to behave like you civil servants. Please forgive me."
Yu Xin snorted and looked at Zhou Zhong without saying a word. Then he bent down and grabbed Li Laosan's arm and asked, "How are you doing? Can you still stand up?"
Seeing Yu Xin's majestic and official look, Li Laosan quickly said, "It's okay. Thank you, sir."
"How did you know I was an official?"
Yu Xin was a little surprised.
Li Laosan stood up, took a few deep breaths, and wanted to say, "Who dares to mess with an official if you are not an official?" But he did not dare to say the words, so he could only say: "Caomin also worked as a yamen servant in a yamen, so he knows what Officer."
"Oh, it turns out he is an old official, and he has learned the ability to observe people's emotions well." Yu Xin said with a smile, then glanced at the Yamen who wanted to run to the city to deliver the letter, and said in a deep voice: "No one here is allowed to leave. .”
Xiong Wucheng chuckled, watching a dozen guards going to stop the Yamen servants, he couldn't help but lower his hand, and a dart fell into his hand.
"Just don't take action."
Yu Xin glared at Xiong Wucheng.
People in the Security Bureau seem to have some bad hobbies. They like to throw things around, including cups, stones, and darts. I heard that there are also a few people who like to throw weights, which sounds scary...
"Are you the magistrate of Dingyuan County?"
Yu Xin looked at Zhou Zhong and asked.
"No, no, I, no, I am the magistrate of Dingyuan County. I am ordered by the magistrate to provide relief to the victims."
Zhou Zhong couldn't help but become nervous when he saw that this group of people were extraordinary and seemed to be high officials.
"Sir, please come over and take a look."
Jing Qing stood by the soup kitchen, scooped out a bowl of porridge, inserted his chopsticks into it, and the chopsticks stood still, and he couldn't help but turn around and shout.
Yu Xin, Huang Zicheng and others walked over one after another.
"If they don't use their chopsticks when giving porridge, at least it shows that they still have a conscience."
Huang Zicheng said with a smile.
Jing Qing's expression was gloomy and he handed over the bowl.
Yu Xin took the bowl and looked at it, and was stunned.
The smile on Huang Zicheng's face froze instantly, the corners of his mouth became cold, his eyes were sharp, and he shouted through gritted teeth: "Bring them all over here!"
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Zhou Zhong, Xie Gang and others were pushed and knelt in front of the soup kitchen tent.
Huang Zicheng shouted sternly: "Come on, serve them porridge. If anyone can't finish it, drink it down for me!"
Yu Xin looked gloomy.
Don't use chopsticks when giving porridge, yes, they did this.
But the reason for not using chopsticks is not because the rice porridge is thick, but because there is too much sand in it!
Six parts sand, three parts rice, does this kind of porridge deserve to be called porridge? !
This group of people, when they have reached this point, are simply heartless!
"My lord, have mercy on me, my lord, have mercy on me. We are just following the orders of the magistrate. This is what the magistrate ordered us to do."
Zhou Zhong quickly begged for mercy.
At this time, the only choice is to sell the county magistrate, who would let him not be present...
"Is the porridge cold? If it's cold, let them drink it!"
Yu Xin didn't care about this at all. From the looks of them, they were already used to being common people.
Xie never asked?
Oh, no matter if you are a subordinate or a coercion, as long as you participate in it, you should taste what this porridge tastes like!
"Ugh, poof..."
The guards fed the food to the yamen servants, but the yamen servants couldn't drink it. When it came into their mouths, it was full of sand, and they spit it out one after another. The guard didn't care about this, he opened his mouth and poured it inside.
There were sounds of vomiting and coughing.
Yu Xin filled a bowl of porridge, smiled bitterly, and said, "Yu has been in the imperial court for many years, and this is the first time I have seen such a scene. Lord Shangshu, have you ever seen it? Lord Zuodu Yushi? Minister? Haha, You haven’t seen it, right? Let’s meet it today! Come on, give me a bowl for all of you.”
Huang Zicheng, Jing Qing and others stared and took the porridge helplessly. It seemed that this meal of sand and rice porridge could not be escaped.
Yu Xin blew on the soup, took a sip, tasted it in his mouth, swallowed it, and said, "So it tastes like this. Everyone, please don't be stunned."
Huang Zicheng, Jing Qing, Mao Taiheng and others took a few sips of the soup, but they were still able to drink it, but when they drank the "porridge", everyone frowned.
This mouthful of porridge is full of sand. Who can drink it?
Do you still feel stomachache after drinking it?
Yu Xin took a few bites, spit out the sand, and said seriously: "Before, Yu thought that the emperor wanted to personally come to provide disaster relief, but it was just making a fuss. Now it seems that we ministers are blind to such a big problem. , actually treated it as a trivial matter. The Qingming Festival is just a false name to cover people's eyes. The sky outside the capital is dark. "
After Zhou Zhong, Xie Gang and other people heard about it, they all felt as if they were mourning for their heirs and were in despair. Needless to say, these people were high-ranking officials from the capital, officials personally appointed by the emperor!
Oh my god, the emperor actually wants to come to provide disaster relief in person? If the emperor really comes, then his head...
"What's your name and why do I want to hit you?"
Yu Xin looked at Li Laosan and asked.
Li Laosan knelt down quickly, and other refugees even knelt down on the ground.
Yu Xin's political show was very successful. He won the hearts of all the refugees with one trick: "officials eat sand porridge".
Li Laosan kowtowed and said: "Sir, Li Laosan, a grassroots man, we are refugees from Huaiyuan. Because of the fatigue along the way and the torment of wind and rain, many of us got sick and wanted to go to the city to seek medical treatment, but we were treated as rioters by the officials... Please make the decision for the Huaiyuan refugees."
Yu Xin walked towards Li Laosan, helped him up personally, looked at the refugees kneeling on the ground, cupped his hands towards the south, and shouted: "I am Yu Xin, the cabinet minister of the imperial court. According to the emperor's decree, I am responsible for providing relief to the people affected by the disaster, and I am also responsible for checking the local area. . Listen clearly, you are the people of our Ming Dynasty, good people who have been affected by the disaster, and you are not a riotous mob. Anyone who dares to add crimes at will is asking for death!"
"The emperor has said that no more refugees are allowed to die or be injured. Xiong Wucheng, you and your people immediately seal off the county government office and free up all the halls for the people of Huaiyuan to live in! As for the county magistrate, arrange for him to stay in prison temporarily."
"As you command!"
Xiong Wucheng's eyes lit up and he led the people away.
"Mao Taiheng, Gu Pu, you take people to ask for a doctor, ask for more, and wait at the Yamen. Send someone to prepare hot water and a change of clothes."
"As commanded."
"Huang Zicheng and Jingqing opened the granary and reopened the porridge shed outside the county government office. Uncle Yan Xu expressed condolences to the people and took some people to see where the refugees behind them had gone and provide support."
As a veteran of two dynasties, Yu Xin has rich political experience and well-organized arrangements.
