The relocation of the capital has become a foregone conclusion, and the ground movement has passed for six full days. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Because Jiang Pengji's speed was quite fast and the processing was timely, the plague was not found in Shangjing.

However, according to the men who transported the grain and the disaster relief troops in Fengyi County, the signs of plague had already been found in other areas.

Jiang Pengji's hands and feet were medicated, and on the last day, she only needed to cultivate to save ** to the ministry and a thousand forbidden troops.

[Anchor V]: I feel like I've become a salted fish.

Jiang Pengji's current task is to cultivate and heal the injuries of her hands and feet as soon as possible.

In the past few days since the ground movement, Jiang Pengji has hardly had a moment to rest, leading the team to work in the search and rescue area, rescuing one after another people who were buried in the ruins, after all, no one can find traces of life as accurately as her.

So her injuries looked a little tragic, and just as the rescue was coming to an end, Feng Jin strongly asked her to recuperate in the camp.

In fact, her body's ability to recover is several times higher than that of a normal person.

If it weren't for the fear of scaring Lang Zhong and thinking that she was a monster, she would have been able to jump around a long time ago.

Recuperating from injuries and bored, Jiang Pengji simply chatted with the audience.

Maybe the clouds of the earthquake have temporarily faded, and the audience in the live broadcast room has become a lot more lively.

[Big Red Date]: Spicy Chicken Anchor, you are a salted fish, poor Xu Ke boy, Feng Jin boy and Qi Guanrang handsome guy, what are they? The ultimate salted fish who was whipped and enslaved by a salted fish? This baby hasn't seen a handsome guy for a day.

[Anchor V]: Wen Zheng has a wife.

[Favorite Feng Jin Baby]: I haven't seen Feng Jin for a long time, the adult Feng Jin is too flavorful, starry eyes.

[Anchor V]: Huaiyu has a wife.

[Eldest Princess]: Go away! If you want to say handsome, I think Xu Ke is the most flavorful. Anchor, do you remember that Xu Ke is very similar to a young fresh meat here? I'll talk to you, Xu Ke has a lot of fans now. That little fresh meat has not developed well in the past two years, and all kinds of rubbing Xu Ke's popularity have recently taken over a costume drama, imitating Xu Ke's youthful style.

Jiang Pengji held the bowl in both hands, blew a breath, and then drank the bitter medicine in the bowl in one gulp, changing to a comfortable posture.

[Anchor V]: Xiaoyu has a wife.

I said that you are really naïve and superficial, Feng Jin boy, Xu Ke boy and Uncle Qi Guanrang, the three of them are all humanities, you can't pick your shoulders and you can't lift your hands...... If you don't have the IQ you are proud of, you feel useless. If you want me to say, it's better to Uncle Meng Hun, that muscle looks greedy. When a man lives well, the life of husband and wife can be harmonious.

Jiang Pengji glanced at the barrage, as if she heard the sound of a train passing by-woo woo!

[Anchor V]: This wife has died.

Audience in the live broadcast room: "......"

Can you still have a pleasant chat?

[Old Driver Lianmeng]: Speaking of which, the friends around the anchor are all married, why are you still single?

Where is Jiang Pengji who will admit defeat?

[Anchor V]: Alas, isn't this accompanying you?

Although it is to recuperate from her injuries, Jiang Pengji is not idle.

After teasing the audience, Jiang Pengji was in a much better mood, and raised her hand to pull the drawings on the low table.

This is not a map of Kunyu in Dongqing, but a topographic map of several nearby counties, which is very simple and can barely be seen.

At this time, Feng Jin entered the account.

"Huaiyu, how is the inventory of injuries outside?"

Jiang Pengji ate some candied fruit and suppressed the bitterness in her mouth.

"The exact number came out, nineteen thousand eight hundred and twelve, and the number of dead people cannot be counted, but a rough estimate is eighty-five thousand. ”

Reporting this number, Rao is Feng Jin couldn't help but sigh.

How prosperous Shangjing used to be, with 120,000 people in a city, seventy percent of the population was buried in a land movement.

Jiang Pengji did the math and felt that the number was about the same.

Even if the carpet search is carried out twice, there is no guarantee that there is no missing person, Jiang Pengji set up a porridge shed and a rescue camp in Shangjing, and there is no guarantee that no people will flee for their lives after surviving...... This population size is not much different from what she expected.

"I plan to go to Xiangyang County in two days to take office. Jiang Pengji said.

"So fast?" Feng Jin was stunned for a moment, and then said, "If that's the case, how should the people outside be settled?"

Jiang Pengji smiled and said, "If the people are willing to follow, let them follow us." If you feel that your homeland is difficult to leave, everyone should leave some food, which is also considered to be benevolent and righteous. Leave early to avoid long nights and dreams. The imperial court was silent about this land movement, and insisted on moving the capital, how could the abandoned people endure this breath? I am afraid that the people will rise up, and there will be countless mobs on the road......

While the situation is not too serious, let's go to office first.

With a stable place, Jiang Pengji can consider the next move.

Feng Jin showed a bitter expression and said, "It's not that I'm afraid...... It's already happening. ”

Jiang Pengji raised her eyebrows and said, "Are there really troubled people?"

The country of Dongqing is also wonderful, natural and man-made disasters have continued over the years, but the people's ability to bear it is surprisingly high.

If it were replaced by Jiang Pengji's temper, as early as when the court was tossing, it would be directly exposed, where would he endure it until now.

"There are two strands, one calling itself the Tsing Yi Army, and the other calling itself the Red Lotus Sect. The time for these two forces to rise up was less than two days, and they made a huge noise under the banner of 'the heavens are unkind, eliminate tyranny' and 'create great harmony and ask for the people's lives'. Before the trilogy, he sent a thousand stone of grain to Fengyi County, but he was almost robbed by the Tsing Yi army. Even so, several parts were lost......"

As soon as Feng Jin finished speaking, Jiang Pengji's face was solemn, and there was a slight cracking sound in the air.

He looked down and saw Jiang Pengji with one hand on the table, and pinched the armrest of the table into powder.

"Almost robbed the grain of the tribe?" Jiang Pengji sneered, with a strong killing intent brewing in her eyes, "Since they are flying such a noble banner, do you know that the food sent to Fengyi County is all used to relieve the victims?"

Feng Jin looked at the powder on the ground, unable to think about how much strength Jiang Pengji used.

However, this also means that this injury has healed, right?

Feng Jin's face showed a bit of sarcasm, "What's the use of holding high the banner of righteousness, it's just a rabble without discipline." In the end, it was only a little louder thunder and a little less rain, so it didn't make much wind and waves......"

There seems to be nothing wrong with this, but the audience in the live broadcast room has a different opinion.

[Old Driver Lianmeng]: Tsk, I think the young man Feng Jin has set a big flag. Think about the Yellow Turban Army at the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty, who took them in their eyes at the beginning? In the end, didn't they make a vigorous fuss, and the whole government and the opposition were shaken?

[Pulse Zhao Zilong]: Feng Jin was born in the young scholar clan, and he has a fixed impression of the impression of ordinary farmers, and he is not wrong to judge so. Not only him, but most people in this era think so. Tsk, they don't understand the anger of the peasant uncle.

Regarding Feng Jin's words, Jiang Pengji smiled and said nothing, this time she occupied the audience in the live broadcast room.

"Tsing Yi Army, Red Lotus Sect...... Tsk, God help me. Jiang Pengji's eyes flashed slightly, and she said, "Huaiyu, don't you think that just one Xiangyang County is too inconsistent with my identity?"

Feng Jin felt a sigh in his heart, and there was a faint ominous premonition.