The old man guarding the gate didn't know much, and when he didn't get any more information, the group walked out of the city.

Although there are not many people in the city, most of them will bury their relatives as long as there are still living people in the family in this era of earth-based peace. It's just pity for those who have lost their whole family.

The fortified gates had also partially collapsed, and the marks of the flood were more than three feet high, but leaving the city was a different sight.

The lush trees are the same as before, and many people can be seen scattered in the fields four or five miles away from Lin'an City.

There were no carriages, and the group had to walk.

"Master, someone in front of me is sick, and it is rumored to be a plague." Tranquility, the two way-finding guards hurried back to stand far away.

Everyone's hearts tightened, so they reacted.

No wonder I always felt that something was wrong with this Lin'an City, and now I realized that the city was too quiet!

In the midst of the earth's movements, many families may not have come to take their belongings with them, and those who were killed in the family were even more silver for nothing, but the surviving people in the huge city did not go to the city to rummage for gold and silver, or even eat. This is really strange for many poor people.

If it's a plague, a qiē can be explained.

The crowd stopped moving on. People here are more desperate than anyone else.

Tranquility pondered for a moment, then said to one of the guards, "Let the county commander come to me." ”

Observing the surrounding terrain, Master Joy pointed to a well-ventilated slope in the distance and said, "Let's go there and rest first, and we'll talk about the plague later." ”

As soon as Master Xile and his party sat down on the hillside, they saw more than a dozen people coming on fast horses, and after dismounting, they rushed over, and the leader knelt on the ground with a puff.

"Zhao Yinghua of Lin'an City County visited His Highness, His Royal Highness is a thousand years old."

Emperor Jiayuan sent the Nine Emperor Princes to supervise the disaster relief and did not hide it, and Emperor Jiayuan even planned to brush the royal favorability among the people in the name of the prince. All the way down the disaster relief order, the local government already knew that the Nine Emperor Princes would come to supervise the disaster relief.

The royal people are not bad, and Tranquility himself is described as handsome, and the seventeen-year-old boy is long and jade, plus the momentum of the superior formed in his previous life, so that the county and the master behind him are sincerely convinced.

Tranquility's voice asked coldly without the slightest emotion: "Where is the county order here?" Looking at the clothes of a few people, he said, "Why don't you see the people from the military town?" ”

In addition to being responsible for canal-related matters, the military towns on the Dashang Canal also rebelled. Water bandits and maintaining stability in times of disaster are their main responsibilities. Now that the head of a county and the people from the nearby Anyuan Military Town are not there, Ning Ning is naturally angry.

Zhao Xiancheng didn't expect that the teenage children would know about it, and he was more respectful while admiring in his heart. "The county magistrate was unfortunately killed in the ground movement, and the county seat of Lin'an is currently managed by Xia Guan and Zheng Zhushu. When the news came from Anyuan Military Town, a landslide occurred there when the ground moved, and now they can't muster manpower to come to the rescue. ”

Tranquility sneered, "Can't pull out manpower? A military town of tens of thousands of people is really blind! ”

Tranquility thought of Zhao Wenping, the mayor of Anyuan Military Town, and anger rose in his heart, what a good dog!

"Get up!" Tranquility said to Zhao Xiancheng and a few people. Then he asked, "What's the plague?" ”

Zhao Xiancheng knelt down again with a puff, and stammered in denial, "Your Highness, Your Highness, it's not a plague, it's just that the people are drenched in the rain and cold!" I beg Your Highness to see that there is really no plague in Lin'an City! ”

People who are nearly fifty years old are much older when Serenity mentions the word plague.

"Please be gracious to Your Highness!" Several people behind Zhao Xiancheng pleaded firmly and fearfully.

If a plague is reported in Lin'an City, the most common outcome for them is to besiege the city and burn the village. The entire Lin'an City is miserable enough!

There was not the slightest pity on Tranquility's face, and he paused: "I'll talk about this later." ”

Zhao Xiancheng sighed, and then talked about the current situation of Lin'an City.

"Your Highness, please move to the Jingtan Temple, the lower officials have already spoken to the abbot of the Jingtan Temple and arranged some rooms for His Highness to live in.

After a quiet nod, the group moved to Jingtan Temple.

Jingtan Temple is the closest outside Lin'an City. The largest temple is built on the mountainside, and because the mountain is stable and high, the ground movement and flooding have not caused much impact.

When Zhao Xiancheng arrived with his group, he saw a long queue to receive porridge. Tranquility glanced at the grateful people and the kind-looking senior brothers, and her heart sank.

The presiding officer of Jingtan Temple was crushed in the ground movement and broke his leg and did not appear, and after a few old monks appeared, someone led a few people to the place where they lived.

Just sat down, Ning Jing asked lightly: "How long has it been in Jingtan Temple to give porridge?" What about the government's tax grain? Anyuan Military Town didn't send relief food? ”

Zhao Xiancheng is probably a dead pig who is not afraid of boiling water scalding the jar and saying: "Jingtan Temple has been giving porridge since someone had a fever a few days ago and no one dared to enter the city. As for the grain tax, the granary collapsed, and the lower officials led people to dig it open, and they did not see a grain of grain. Anyuan Junzhen said that their granary was crushed at the bottom of the mountain, and they couldn't supply us for the time being, so let's figure it out ourselves. ”

Zhao Xiancheng stayed for a while, waited for Tranquility to ask some more questions, and then retreated with someone.

Buddhist temple. Military towns, local officials.

Tranquility savored the relationship between the three, and a bright light flashed in her deep eyes.

After lunch, Du Xiaoxi was urged down the mountain by Du Xiaoxi, accompanied by Liu Yao, who obediently obeyed, and Liu Erye, who was terrified. and Huai Minghuai's weak brothers.

"Master, are you really going to the bottom of the mountain?" Second Master Liu asked with infinite regret, he wanted to cure his son, but there was a plague outside!

Seeing that Master Xile didn't answer, Second Master Liu asked weakly, "Can you not go?" "Master Xile's Dharma is boundless, but his old Liu family is the only seedling. He wants to turn back!

Master Xile glanced at Second Master Liu, and said quite solemnly: "Master Liu should learn to be calm and let the child learn to grow." ”

What the hell does Second Master Liu "......"?

Taking advantage of the stunned time of Second Master Liu, Liu Yao and Du Xiaoxi had already followed the steps of Master Xile. Second Master Liu came back to his senses and saw that his son had been abducted, and he didn't care whether the plague was plague or not, so he swished after him.

After going down the mountain, Du Xiaoxi followed Master's steps forward and asked, "Master, where are we going?" You can't really go to see the plague, do you? ”

Master Joy nodded, then shook his head.

Du Xiaoxi is afraid of death, this era is too insecure.

In the past few years, Du Xiaoxi has heard several times about whose daughter-in-law gave birth to a child with a difficult birth, one corpse and two lives, and whose child had a fever once. In this era when a cold can kill people, Du Xiaoxi is not afraid of death.

What's more, the plague is almost synonymous with death.

(To be continued.) )