On the city road, people can be seen everywhere, Jing Ling stopped an old man carrying a bag of flour and asked, "Old man, how many people are in your family?" ”

The old man put down the flour bag on his shoulder, shook his head and said helplessly: "Your Majesty, my family and I were separated on the way to escape, and now I am alone." Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info"

Jing Ling couldn't bear to say, "So where do you live now?" ”

The old man replied, "Because of your gift, I was able to get a tent in the settlement in the east of the city, and just now I went to the relief bureau to get a voucher, and I heard that the government will soon implement military control, so I hurried to buy a bag of flour and came back." ”

Jing Ling looked at the flour bag that the old man was dragging in his hand, not only the bag was yellow, but it was even crawling with many small black insects, although he knew that there was a shortage of food now, but such flour might kill people. "Old gentleman, in fact, you don't have to worry about the problem of food, after the implementation of military control, everyone in the city can get food stamps at the relief bureau every day, and then they can exchange for food in the shops set by the government."

The old man was stunned when he heard this, and then choked up: "Like us who are illiterate, we can't understand the notices posted on the streets and alleys at all, if we don't hear someone explain various policies, we really don't know how to cooperate with the development of this kingdom." ”

The staff who followed Jing Ling looked very ashamed when they heard this, they really didn't think about it for illiteracy, at this moment, the noise sounded in the nearby city road, and everyone listened attentively, and their faces turned pale with fright in an instant.

"Overthrow Kyungyeong****!! Convert to Lancelot!! Incorporated into the Black Ground Territory!! ”

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The staff looked sideways at their king, expecting him to burst into flames, but they never thought that the king was sighing alone.

Bands of red soldiers appeared on the streets, and the procession held banners against the red soldiers, and from a distance, it could be seen that all of them were yellows!

"I know what Patch means by that now." Jing Ling remembered that Patch had told him that the white intellectuals in the city must be eliminated, otherwise they would become an unstable pawn to consolidate power, and from the current situation, I am afraid that Patch had long thought of using the yellow people in the city to create a riot and increase the racial gap in the kingdom, maybe the previous judge who arbitrarily decided the life and death of others was Patch's man.

One of the staff members proposed: "Your Majesty, arrest those who take the lead, and this matter can be suppressed." ”

Jing Ling said helplessly: "I have caught one batch, and there will be another batch soon, it is better to listen to their opinions first and see if it can be solved, if their requirements are too much, it is not too late to arrest the first one." ”

After speaking, Jing Ling said goodbye to the old man, and then led a group of staff members towards the human wall set up by the Red Corps, several Red Soldiers felt that someone was approaching, and when they looked back, they found that it was the king, and immediately straightened their spines, put their right fist on their chests and said respectfully: "Respected Your Majesty the King!" ”

The rest of the people heard the rumors, and sure enough, they saw their king looking at the procession in front of him with a frown, "Let me pass." ”

When the Red Soldiers saw that the king was about to march towards the procession, they hurriedly admonished: "My Majesty, they are all troublemakers whose purpose is to disturb our country, you must not go over and let them succeed!" ”

The rest of the Red soldiers and staff also dissuaded them, but Jing Ling seemed to have decided to listen to the voices of the demonstrators, he waved his hand and said: "You are my people, they are also my people, even if some of them are enemy spies, but I think most people will not be instigated to make trouble, they must have a bitter reason for choosing to demonstrate." ”

Most of the demonstrators burst into tears when they heard the king say this, and they would not have chosen to march if they had not been forced to do so, but some of them looked annoyed because their purpose was to drive a wedge between whites and yellows.

Jing Ling gently pushed away several red soldiers who were blocking in front of him, and then came to the front of the procession, and after examining the demonstrators for a moment, he said: "I, your king, if there is anything unspeakable, tell me now, this is the purpose of your choice to march!" ”

The demonstrators were a little hesitant at first, after all, they heard that the king was a brutal ruler, and all the maids in the kingdom were humiliated by him overnight, and that his right-hand men would be secretly dealt with once the credit was overwhelmed, so people called the king the Thunder King, which meant that the thunderbolt would kill him, of course, these were rumors spread by enemy spies, but the illiterate people were the most easily deceived, especially if they were treated unfairly.

A little boy said weakly: "My king, you ordered my mother to be conscripted to go to the military office to sew clothes for the soldiers, but why did she hide and cry every time she came home?" ”

Jing Ling walked up to the little boy, and the demonstrators around him took a few steps back at first, showing a look of fear, but when he knelt down on one knee in front of the little boy, those who retreated trembled.

The king knelt down to them!

The staff behind him tried to dissuade the king, but when they saw the sudden change in the expressions of the demonstrators, they stopped talking and understood the meaning of the king's actions.

After kneeling down on one knee and being at the same height as the little boy, he stroked the other party's little head and said softly: "Your mother works in the military bureau and comes home to cry every night, have you ever asked her if she has suffered any grievances?" ”

The little boy pouted, "I heard from the aunts who worked with my mother that they had to lock her up in a dark room every day and bully her. ”

Angry!

Jing Ling had already guessed what that woman had gone through, but she was afraid that it was the soldiers in the Red Army who used the power in their hands to defile her body, thinking of what the little boy said about them, and the two words every day, Jing Ling suppressed the anger in his heart, but the idea of rectifying the army had taken root in his mind, and soon many people would get the punishment they deserved.

He kissed the little boy on the forehead, "Go back and tell your mother, I—"

Before the words were finished, a female voice suddenly sounded: "Yange, come here!" ”

I saw a woman in a brown robe with a haggard face rushing into the crowd, and she grabbed the little boy and used her body to isolate his Jing Ling.

"Ma'am, are you the mother of this child?" Kyoling saw the scar on the woman's neck, and the other seemed to notice the king's gaze on her neck, and she couldn't help but weep at the thought of the tyranny of the beasts on her.

Jing Ling sighed heavily, and then hugged her under the woman's terrified gaze, "Believe me, those who bully you will definitely be punished, no matter who he is or what kind of background he has!" ”

The woman has long been unable to cry, and the little boy is also infected by his mother's cry, one big and one small, and the two cries penetrate into everyone's eardrums, and at the same time warn people that human feelings should not be so indifferent.

After a long time, Jing Ling let go of the woman, looked at the demonstrators, and said softly: "Who else has been bullied, tell your king, he will do justice for you!" ”

An old woman sobbed, "Dear King, my husband died of illness the day before yesterday, and he had his ankle cut by a stone on the way to escape, and I think that's why he went to Heaven to report, and I don't resent the merchants who raised the price of medicine so high, nor the military doctors who were so busy that they didn't even have a chance to sleep. I resented the two soldiers who were going to burn him, but instead of doing so, they sold my husband to the doctor in the city, and his body was dissected by the doctor and thrown into a dung pit. ”

The people around him were outraged by this, because in this day and age, the dissection of corpses by doctors was regarded as a form of sorcery, so practitioners could only buy corpses through the black market, and they did not delve into how these corpses came from. However, the custom led people to believe that the deceased could only go to heaven if they were buried or burned, and that if the body was destroyed and insulted after death, he would fall into hell forever and never be reborn.

This old woman's question is extremely tricky, first of all, the doctor dissects the corpse for academic research, this matter Jing Ling absolutely supports, but he cut the body of his husband to pieces, and anyone who sees it will feel angry, not to mention in this era when doctors dissect corpses in the first place.

Jing Ling bent down to support the old woman and lied to her: "Whether it is Lancelot or the Light Sect, there are only two ways to go to Heaven, one is to enter the earth, and the other is to burn, so as long as the deceased can finally dissipate in this world by incineration, his soul will also go to Heaven." ”

The old woman suddenly opened her old tearful eyes and choked up, "What you said is true? ”

Jing Ling Zhengse said: "In the name of the king, I guarantee that your husband will definitely be able to enter the kingdom of heaven through the burning ceremony, if not, it means that he was not a good person during his lifetime." ”

"No, no, no, he's a good guy, he's never done anything bad." The old woman waved her hand again and again.

Jing Ling smiled: "Then he will definitely be able to enter the kingdom of heaven." ”

When the old woman heard this, she immediately cried with joy, and everyone sighed at the coldness of the world when they saw it.

Jing Ling glanced at the rest of the demonstrators and said, "If you have been treated unfairly, you can first resolve the dispute through the courts, and I believe that most of the police and judicial personnel are fair." If you are unfortunate enough to encounter that small group of bad law enforcers, you can choose to petition at the town hall, and I will set up a petition bureau that will be directly managed by my secretary and report to me the unfair treatment you have received as soon as possible. ”

The audience immediately applauded, only those spies showed ugly expressions, Jing Ling took everyone's expressions in his eyes, including those spies, but he was not in a hurry to arrest them, because he knew that these people who showed up were cannon fodder, and the real planners were hidden in the shadows, and if they wanted to catch them, they had to put a long line to catch big fish, waiting for the opportunity to move.