Chapter 212: Grievances in the middle of the night
For the next few days, the smell of rich and spicy medicinal soup wafted everywhere inside and outside Guangliang City. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ļ½ļ½ļ½Uļ½Eć ļ½ļ½ļ½ļ½
At Chen Fang's suggestion, Wang Tianlong, Lei Dazhuang and the Yamen set up medicinal soup supply points in the four cities of east, west, north and south, and outside the city, which were provided free of charge to the people inside and outside the city, but the measures inside and outside the city were different.
Chen Fang and others did not forcibly require the people in the city to take the soup, but it was mandatory for the victims outside the city, and every disaster victim who came to receive the porridge had to drink a large bowl of medicinal soup in front of the tolerance of the soup soup in order to receive the porridge.
Those who were too sick to go to the soup kitchen were temporarily isolated on the other side of the moat, and a temporary security team formed by the victims was responsible for feeding and feeding them every day.
The disaster relief strategy was in full swing, just when Chen Fang and the others were running around to prevent the plague. On the other hand, Wei Chigong did not forget his responsibility for doing bad things, first sent a few subordinates, dressed up as villagers affected by the disaster, and wandered around various places in Guangliang County, and then arranged for them to stir up trouble everywhere.
First of all, there was a big fuss in the bun shop in the west city, and then there were rumors of molesting the daughter of the rich family in the east city, and the things on both sides were not diluted, and there was a fight between the north city and the south city, and the next day, basically the entire people of Guangliang had a complaint about those victims.
One bad thing after another, as everyone planned, happened silently. As time went by, the targets of these bad things became bigger and bigger, and many businessmen came to the yamen to complain, asking the yamen to send people to calm the situation so as to protect their business environment, but the yamen has been shirking and not making any positive response.
However, Chen Fang, who was not very at ease with Wei Chigong, secretly made some arrangements, so that Lei Hubao sent the security personnel in the community who were in charge of security work, and quietly contacted those small businesses that were harassed and reached a security agreement. Merchants pay a small amount of security premiums, and the community provides people to protect their operations.
Since then, the first regular security force in human history has begun to take shape.
At the end of the month, when the moon is dark and the wind is high, the people who are isolated from the city gate in the city have already rested, but in the darkness that can not be seen clearly, one by one the people in black who are wearing night clothes, with black cloth on their faces, and only their eyes are strong, carrying steel knives, running in the dark, and finally on the edge of a cross bridge, and both sides of the hidden movement, on the diagonal opposite of this cross bridge is the first place of fireworks in Guangliang County, the red building.
At this time, the Qihong Building was brightly lit, and the four fields of sheng song were not affected by the disaster in Guangliang City at all.
The wind rose, the night became cooler, and gradually there were people looking for pleasure in twos and threes out of the Red Mansion, identifying the direction of returning home, taking unsteady steps, stumbling step by step, and disappearing into the night.
After a while, four or five scholars dressed as literati and their respective little scholars walked from the Red Mansion.
The scholars walked in front with lanterns, and the scholars followed behind with small figures, shaking their heads.
"Qin Gongzi's "White Mosquito Flying" tonight is afraid that it will become the swan song in the mouth of the smoke girl again."
"Where, where, if you talk about singing, Cao Gongzi's song "Little Shrimp" is afraid to be more smooth, well, how to say it? Ha, yes, it's like the saliva song sung by the little baby on the street, you will understand it when you listen to it, and you will understand it when you listen to it. ā
"Hmph, my "Little Shrimp" is simple and easy to understand, and the charm is average, which is much worse than someone's "White Mosquito Flying".
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A group of scholars praised each other, fought with each other, crossed the bridge all the way, stopped at the bridgehead, said goodbye to each other, and then left in three directions.
The dim lantern flame floated in front of the scholars in three directions, but after the scholars had walked a short distance, the lantern that had been walking in front of them stopped.
"What's going on, why don't you leave?" The scholars reprimanded their own scholars, but the scholars did not give them any response, but the angry scholars were angry, and they raised their half-drunk eyes to look at their respective scholars, but when they shivered, they woke up most of the time.
The reason why the scholars did not move was because in front of the light stood several men in black with steel knives.
"Who are you, dare to stand in our way, do you know who we are?" Cao Feifei, the son of the Cao family, roared angrily, and had the momentum of Lao Tzu's first in the world.
But the man in black didn't even look at him out of the corner of his eye. And the man in black standing in the middle waved his hand at his own person, and said in a deep voice: "Take them all!" ā
There was no response, but the men in black answered the leader's order with practical actions, and they all dragged steel knives and pounced on the scholars.
"Mom, help, ah......"
"Run, ah......"
"Scholar, quickly block the knife with this son, ah......"
For a while, chickens flew and dogs jumped, and the usually heroic sons and brothers were scattered like chickens with lost eggs at this moment, and those who usually patted their chests and would block knives for their masters ran faster than their masters one by two, and those with a bright head even turned over and jumped into the river on the side and escaped by water.
One side is a man in black with a clear goal, fast, ruthless and accurate, one side is a scholar who has no power to tie the chicken, one side chases, one side only knows how to run away in a panic can not form a confrontation at all, only a few exclamations rise and fall, all the scholars have been taken down, and the rest on the road is only a few lanterns lit by candles.
At night, the fire in front of the yamen was full of fire, and the drums of injustice were like nine days of thunder, roaring and roaring, and like a stinky fart in the sky, the sound was endless.
"What's going on, is there another rogue making trouble?"
In the past few days, the rogues have caused trouble everywhere and caused a certain psychological shadow to the people of Guangliang, but whenever something happens, the first object that comes to mind is those rogues who have escaped from outside the city.
"Really, I don't understand what the yamen are for, a few days ago, I saw how much ability they had grown when they won the first bashi in Guangliang, but I didn't expect that they couldn't even let out a fart in a few days. No, I have to get up and block the door, don't let those rogues enter my house, my mother-in-law who just begged hasn't slept enough. ā
With all kinds of almost the same thoughts, one by one, the men in charge got up in the dark and nailed the doors and windows to prevent the invasion of the rogues.
Since today, fire prevention, anti-theft and anti-rogue have officially become the slogan that must be shouted every day by the husband of Guangliang County.
"The wind is high and the things are dry, be careful of fire, nail the doors and windows, beware of thieves, and strictly guard against rogues."
(To be continued.) )