Chapter 193: Eat His Mother, Wear His Mother

Chen Cao led a group of people to the porridge shed and stared at the old man, since he had children, he couldn't see such a big child suffering.

"Tell uncle, who took your food?"

When the old man heard this, he quickly touched the children and motioned for them not to say anything.

Chen Cao immediately took a hot corn steamed bun from Zhao Xin's hand, this kind of steamed bun has its own sweetness, and it tastes very pleasant, and the child can't bear it and wants to reach out for it.

As soon as Chen Cao's hand shrank, the older child pounced.

"Tell your uncle, whoever takes away your food, uncle will give you this steamed bun, and in addition..." ”

Chicken legs, these homeless people have never eaten even when they were not affected by the disaster, who wants to get the laying hens to eat at home? Most of the farmers in Shaanxi are waiting to be exchanged for money after the eggs are laid.

"That uncle..."

Before the big one could speak, the small one stood up and pointed to a middle-aged man six paces behind them and said, "It's him, and they will give him the food they have received." ”

The man was in the middle of the team, and when he was pointed at by a child like this, he suddenly felt his scalp numb, that was the marquis of the dynasty.

"Pull it out..."

"Wronged..."

The chicken leg was handed over to the small one, and the steamed bun was handed over to the big one, Chen Cao stood up and stared at the man with interest: "Say, how much have you eaten in the past three days?" Look at the fact that you have been raised whiter, can't you be comfortable just eating? ”

The man knelt in front of Chen Cao and kept kowtowing: "My lord's life, I'm just hungry, I beg my lord to spare my life..."

"Bring me the earthen horn."

The middle-aged man is obviously going to be killed this time to make an example of the monkey, and he is now so scared that he is so scared that he smells of feces and urine.

Chen Cao stood on the wooden platform that had been erected a long time ago, and shouted at the top of his voice: "You are all displaced people, displaced people who have lost their land, you should help each other outside, instead of forcibly taking things that are also displaced people, how is this different from beasts?" Listen, Ben Hou said before, you are not allowed to take more, you are not allowed to eat more, because Ben Hou does not have so much food to relieve you, and then some of you do not contribute to the court, and do not say anything, but also take other people's food, so that others can not live, such people, should be killed...

This guy in front of me is an example, someone came, showed his head to the public, and hung it on the flagpole, thinking that the latecomer would ring..."

The man also fainted, just not to worry about how much pain he had before he died.

Chen Cao looked at the silent people below, no one exposed anyone else at this time, and he was used to being oppressed.

"Listen, because of the appearance of this person, some of you can't eat, Ben Hou has to think about whether you want to squeeze Ben Hou's grain, so Ben Hou decided to suspend the release of grain."

As soon as these words came out, more than 40,000 people in the audience couldn't help but cry loudly after hearing it, and the white rice steamed buns that had just been eaten for three days were all gone because of one person, and many people didn't know how many times they scolded the human head that was being hung on the flagpole.

The emotional homeless people were a little excited, and when Chen Cao saw this, he said: "In this way, if you promise that this situation will not occur again in the future, Ben Hou will continue to release grain, but you had better find out the people who oppress you among you, don't be afraid, with Ben Hou here, no one dares to do anything to you, if they dare to threaten you, Ben Hou will let them taste the taste of steel knives." ”

After a while, when everyone heard this, many people began to look at the middle-aged people around them, and most of the people who made the chaos were also these people, which attracted countless hateful glances at once.

"Kill them..."

I don't know who shouted, the bottom of the displaced people who had been oppressed for a long time rushed towards those who had oppressed them, beating the missing bowls and wooden sticks in their hands, and for a while, the entire Pudong wharf was in chaos.

And the chaos has always existed outside the white line, and the 40,000 people seem to consciously avoid the white line, because they know that entering the white line is death.

"Where did you find someone who speaks Shaanxi?"

Chen Cao looked at everything that happened in front of him quietly, and asked Zhao Xin beside him by the way.

"Master Hou doesn't know, the three sides of Shaanxi and other places have always been the focus of my Nanzhen Fusi, so there are relatively many secret agents, and it is trivial to find a few words about Shaanxi."

Zhao Xin tiptoed and looked at the noisy chaos: "I don't know how many people will die." ”

"Kill chickens and make an example of monkeys, these 40,000 people, if you don't die one hundred and eighty, you can't control the scene."

Chen Cao said indifferently, in troubled times, we must use heavy codes, and the way to govern troubled times is to use violence to counter violence, and let those with bad intentions remember it for a long time.

The 'fighting' turmoil lasted for nearly half an hour, and Chen Cao's feet were a little numb from his feet, and indeed some people were beaten to death, and there were fifty or sixty people who were half dead.

Seeing this, Chen Cao picked up the earthen horn and shouted: "Listen, without the existence of these people among you, all of you, regardless of men, women and children, are equal people, Ben Hou is very pleased;

However, Benhou's food is indeed gone, and it can only supply you for today's meal, and after eating today, tomorrow the Hou will remove the porridge shed. ”

As soon as these words came out, everyone was in an uproar, and the voices of mourning were everywhere.

"Silence..."

Chen Cao raised his horn again: "The two mansions of Susong are the places where Nanzhili produces grain, and when Benhou came, he bought grain from the Yamen of Songjiang Prefect, but they shirked it, and Benhou is now rich and can't buy grain." ”

"Dingwu Hou, what should we do?"

I don't know which one of the crowd came up with a sentence, Chen Cao continued after listening: "When Emperor Shenzong was in power, there was an incident in Zhejiang where people beat Jinyiwei to death. ”

"Dingwu Hou, fighting and killing Jinyi Wei is a big crime to exterminate the clan."

It's a discordant voice, because there are so many displaced people that you don't know who is asking.

Immediately afterwards, someone shouted: "Lao Tzu has become a homeless person who can't eat enough, and it is already the limit to rebel from thieves, and I am afraid that the whole family will be wiped out?" ”

"Yes, that makes sense."

The crowd is afraid of inciting, especially this group of hungry homeless people, isn't Wang Er just because he was hungry and had no choice but to lead a group of people to succeed in the rebellion?

"The law does not hold the people accountable..."

I don't know who shouted again.

"Let's go, let's go to the Songjiang Prefect's Yamen to ask for food, we want to live..."

"We want to live..."

"We want to live..."

"We want to live..."

...

Huating County, Songjiang Prefecture, in the prefect's yamen

Huang Shijing looked at the account book sent by the big housekeeper with a happy face.

"The relief food left by the imperial court should be sold at a good price... Ahh

"Sir..."

The maid's shout sounded outside the door: "Liu Zhixian is waiting in the front hall." ”

Liu Zhengwen saw Huang Shijing and cried: "Lord Futai..."

Huang Shijing is in a good mood, the price of grain in Nanzhili has risen a little recently, and one stone of rice can be sold for two taels or three dollars of silver: "What's the matter, Lord Liu, what trouble have you caused?" ”

"Lord Futai, it's not a disaster for the officials, it's a disaster for us..."

"What's the explanation?"

"Governor Yang heard that the construction of Shanghai County needs manpower, so he drove all the nearly 80,000 displaced people stranded in Suzhou to our Songjiang."

'Poof...'

The tea that had just been drunk in his mouth made Huang Shijing squirt out all of it, and sprayed Liu Zhengwen, who was close, on his face.

Liu Zhengwen didn't pay attention to it, wiped it with his hand, and then said urgently: "If Dingwu Hou doesn't accept these homeless people, what can we do?" ”

What to do? It means that the nearly 10,000 taels of silver that Huang Zhifu is just about to enter the account not only have to be in the soup, but also to open the warehouse and release grain under pressure.

No state capital is willing to accept the displaced people, that is a thankless thing, and if there are displaced people in the territory, they will have to open a warehouse to release grain, once the warehouse is opened and the grain is released, if the state government cannot pay the grain tax of the year, the responsibility lies on the leader, not to mention that there are many cases of displaced people, which also affects the promotion of officials.

Huang Shijing didn't know how many times he scolded Yang Weizhi in his heart, which was obviously to let himself bear the 80,000 homeless people here: "How would they know? ”

Liu Zhengwen shook his head: "The officials of Suzhou Mansion and the officials of the governor's yamen came together, handed the official document to the lower officials, and said that the displaced people were already on the way. ”

Huang Shijing slapped his forehead: "What should I do?" Didn't Dingwuhou say that he would give as much as he wanted? Forget it, when the displaced people come, you arrange for someone to send them directly to Shanghai County. ”

As soon as the words in the lobby fell, a servant ran into the hall in a panic: "My lord, it's not good, the homeless people are back..."

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"Eat his mother, wear his mother, and when you come to Songjiang, you will have food..."

On the north gate of Songjiang Mansion, Huang Shijing, the prefect, and Liu Zhengwen, the magistrate of Huating County, gathered at the head of the city with officials of Songjiang Mansion.

"It's... This... Are they going to rebel? ”

Huang Shijing said in a trembling voice, this slogan was clearly the slogan of rebellion: "Go and ask Song Jiangwei to command the envoy." ”

The original Songjiangwei was disabled in Guangning, and the commander and Tongzhi Wang Xiaojie were all officials in Guangning, and the current Songjiangwei is newly built, so the number has not been reduced, the standard is 5,600 people, but these military households are newly recruited into the army, although the equipment is sufficient, but the combat effectiveness is not flattering.

The commander Wang Buke was recommended by Wang Xiaojie, it turned out to be Songjiangwei's pacification, and Wang Xiaojie all the way when he fought in Liaodong, he also had some guts, and after returning to Nanjing, Chen Cao was recommended by Chen Cao, and he was exceptionally promoted to Songjiangwei's commander.

Originally, it was Songjiangwei's military household, so Wang Buke was unusually easy when he reorganized Songjiangwei.

"Commander Wang, send troops quickly, this officer is worried that this group of homeless people will take advantage of the chaos to attack the city."

Huang Shijing may have been too nervous, Songjiang Mansion was once sacked by the Japanese invaders, and then repaired in the early Wanli period, and increased again in the middle of the year, and now the city wall is six meters high, how can these five-inch homeless people climb the wall?

In the event of a war, Huang Shijing was able to command Wang Buke, but now the displaced people are just shouting slogans under the city, and others have not done much, how can Wang Buke send troops to drive him away?