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After coming out of the Qin Mansion, Chen Zhongqing finally breathed a sigh of relief. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoThe Qin family's willingness to cooperate has been very clear, since they will no longer embarrass Xiao Yanhou, there is no need for him to dwell on it to the end. It's just that he hadn't walked a few steps from the Qin Mansion when he saw a group of soldiers from the martial arts battalion walking in the direction of the city gate, and heard passers-by discussing in a low voice. I just vaguely heard a few sentences such as "bloody conflicts broke out among the displaced people in the north of the city", "there are man-made rebellions on Jiangnan North Road", and I couldn't help but be curious and follow the footsteps of the soldiers.

This time, he could clearly feel that the atmosphere of the entire Hangzhou city was more guarded than when he searched for the dead soldiers of the Hu people before, not only patrolling back and forth in the surrounding military camps, but also the whispers between the residents of Hangzhou City, carefully revealing a certain uneasiness and anxiety, which was spreading rapidly.

Gossip began to spread like a plague, and fear gradually took root in people's hearts.

Pretending to follow the soldiers of the Wushu Battalion as if nothing happened, Chen Zhongqing wanted to find out what was going on, and when he walked to the north gate, he understood what the so-called conflict was about.

The refugees who were bleeding all over the ground, holding the corpses and crying bitterly, and the wounded who fell to the ground with only one breath left, most of them were ragged and thin-skinned homeless people, with a look of loss and frustration between their expressions.

It seems that they were forced to move all the way from Liangzhejiang Road to Hangzhou City because of natural disasters, but they didn't expect such an accident to happen in the end.

The soldiers of the camp carried the corpses and threw them onto the wagons, and the remaining begging refugees did not let them in, but continued to block the outside of the city.

The north gate of Hangzhou City was surrounded by a number of people who joined in the excitement one after another, the road was crowded, and the carriage stopped in the middle and couldn't walk, Chen Zhongqing walked in front of a boy who was watching the excitement, and asked softly, "This son, what happened here?" ”

The rich children who watched the excitement were not dissatisfied because Yaxing was disturbed, glanced at each other, and explained with a grin, "Oh, that's the case, a group of refugees who fled from Jiangnan North Road because of natural disasters were stopped at the entrance of the official road at the north gate by the soldiers of the military battalion, and after the investigation, they were afraid of causing a public order riot in the city, so they were not allowed to go." But then there was a clash between the refugees and the soldiers of the Wushu Battalion, and in a fit of rage, someone tried to storm the North Gate checkpoint with a knife, but was directly beheaded by the soldiers of the Wushu Battalion, which aroused the resistance of the refugees. In the scuffle, the women and children who were mixed in were also injured, tsk, it seems that God doesn't open his eyes, don't let these people live, but let them in, what can we do? There's no food left in the city to feed them now, don't you think? ”

Chen Zhongqing frowned, this kind of attitude of not caring about himself made him feel unhappy, logically speaking, natural disasters and man-made disasters are far more than the need to leave their hometown and flee to the Liangzhejiang Road, and the government will also open a warehouse to release grain relief, but this situation is really abnormal.

Thinking of everything Song Guanzi said before, he slowly frowned, not knowing if this was related to the layout that Song Guanzi said.

Lying on the ground, several "rioters" had been hacked to death by officers and soldiers, and their bodies were dragged onto carts, leaving a shocking bloodstain on the official road.

A poignant cry for help attracted Chen Zhongqing's attention, a mother hugged a teenager and shouted for help, but the people around him only showed an indifferent attitude, and no one stepped forward to help.

The young man's arm was marked with a deep knife mark that could be seen in the bones, and the blood was constantly seeping out, staining the bluestone slabs and bricks red, and his whole face had become as pale and bloodless as rice paper, and an old tearful face pleaded bitterly with the indifferent onlookers.

"Save my child!"

"Who's going to save him!"

No one responded.

"Uncle, save my child!"

The mother stretched out her hand and grabbed the boots of the officers and soldiers passing by, but was kicked away by the other party, and said impatiently to get out.

They don't care about the lives or deaths of the outcasts.

Chen Zhongqing really couldn't look at it, pushed away the crowd in front of him, walked up a few steps in front of the refugees, half-squatted down and tore off the cuffs of his shirt, then tied a strip of cloth on his arm, and then took out another piece of cloth and instructed the boy's mother to press her right hand with her left hand and press it tightly on the bleeding wound.

"Yes, that's it, hold the wound down, don't let go. Wait for the doctor to come. ”

The babbling woman's mood stabilized a little, and she said in a trembling voice, "Thank you, this son." ”

Chen Zhongqing looked at the face in front of him that had experienced the vicissitudes of life, lowered his voice and asked, "What happened on Jiangnan North Road, why did you have to travel thousands of miles from that side to this side?" ”

And the next words that the woman said made Chen Zhongqing stunned.

The woman lowered her eyes, remembered the misfortune that had happened, and said with a sob, "Who wants to leave if you can eat enough, now Jiangdong is full of victims who can't eat enough, and the local government doesn't care, so the officials force the people to rebel." They killed the official master of Jiangdong Road, and then killed them all the way to the east, so we had no choice but to leave our hometown and flee to Hangzhou, otherwise we could only sit and wait for death. ”

Rebel?

If it weren't for the group of displaced people who arrived today, he didn't even know anything about the rebellion on Jiangnan North Road, Chen Zhongqing's brows slowly became solemn, if what the woman said was correct, then Bianliang really wanted to suppress this matter as much as possible.

He comforted the woman a few words, and turned to ask for the infirmary, but was stopped by one of the soldiers.

When he looked up, he realized that the people around him were staring at him with a malicious gaze, as if he should not care about the lives of these refugees.

"Find the doctor Lang Zhong here."

Chen Zhongqing's tone seemed undoubted, and seeing that the other party was indifferent, he repeated it again, aggravating his tone,

"I said that I was looking for the medical officer Lang Zhong to come over, didn't you see that someone was going to die! Hurry. ”

The soldier replied expressionlessly, "I'm sorry, this son, we have an order with us, and we can't let any outcasts into the door. ”

The people around him stared at Chen Zhongqing, their expressions revealing a hint of disgust. It seems that he is not happy that he is helping this group of lowly outcasts.

Glancing at the young man who was breathing weakly, Chen Zhongqing said in a deep voice, "Can't even invite a Lang Zhong to come over?" ”

The soldier felt that the young man's eyes in front of him were slowly becoming sharper, but he still replied loyally, "It's not okay to ask Langzhong." ”

"Who's giving the order?"

"Lord Wei Nanlu."

Clenched his fists, Chen Zhongqing was about to attack, but he felt someone tap him on the shoulder, and turned around to see Song Guanzi standing behind him, looking at the soldier with a smile.