In Yin County, the messenger was tightly bound and held in prison.

The messenger touched the letter in his bosom, and the task of the adults was probably not completed.

What he didn't know was that the first few were all executed when they were caught, and he was still alive To some extent, the attitude of the county magistrate had been shaken.

In the county office, several principals sat together.

Zeng Hong looked at the county lieutenant: "Letter for help......

The county lieutenant shook his head, "All the ways out are locked up by thieves."

Zeng Hong turned his head again and asked, "How long can the food in the county last?"

The history of the house sighed: "There are already people's food seeds."

"Is there any instability in the hearts of the thieves?"

The head catcher replied, "The thief has never reduced the stove."

In the middle of one question and one answer, the atmosphere became more and more silent, Zeng Hong did not ask, and no one spoke.

As for whether anyone said that the city gate was opened, of course there were. It's just that they often talk to adults in private about these "brave and faithful" words. Now that the big guys are here, they must not be able to shake the morale of the army. You don't see, the last one who didn't have eyes has been executed.

"The court will not give up on us, we have to believe in Lord Zhang......

One of the people present counted one, and no one ate this cake, and even Zeng Hong felt that he couldn't paint anymore, so he painted hard. Zhang Jingluo is a Wenzong, but he is not a capable person.

"How are the people?" Zeng Hong simply drew a cake that was not round, and then changed the subject.

"People are terrified. Those who do not have enough savings at home have already clamored to open the city gates. Fortunately, the county soldiers suppressed it in time."

"Didn't the relief food be distributed in time?" Zeng Hong's knife-like eyes looked at the history of the house, usually forget it, if he dragged his feet at this time, he would not spare him.

"My lord, two days ago, there was no food in the library." The history of the house has a bitter face. He saw the rapid decrease of half of the grain in the warehouse, but fortunately, Yinxian County did not point to the people who made a fortune in this area, otherwise the time could be pushed forward for another five or six days.

"That's it." Zeng Hong waved his hand, and then asked, "Rice shop?"

"After beating one house, two of them said that there was no food in the shop. It can't go on, it's skyrocketing now."

Zeng Hong closed his eyes and asked, "Send a messenger over there, we ...... See you."

"Your Excellency is wise!" Everyone said in unison. I have been waiting for this day for a long time, and if I go down again, the landlord's family will have no surplus food!

For the sake of the country, this person has to live first, Your Majesty, the minister has all kinds of last resort, and he is in Cao Ying's heart in Han.

The messenger was escorted out of prison by two men, and he thought he was going to get cold, so he struggled desperately.

"What are you doing, I'm the messenger of the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom, and the two countries won't fight each other, do you understand! Let go, let go, let go of me." The messenger was in a panic, his courage had already been worn out in prison, he was afraid of death, he exaggerated desperately, and pulled the tiger's flag.

The troubled official took out a sweat towel and stuffed it into the messenger's mouth, annoyed to death, I don't know if doing things on an empty stomach makes people very irritable?

The messenger was desperate too, and the smell of vomit—

That is, there is no food in the stomach, but retching is uncomfortable enough, and the acid in the stomach keeps surging.

"My lord, the people brought it." The officials took advantage of the entrance and swept around, good fellows, the adults sat in rows.

"Let's go down."

"Yes." The official closed the door thoughtfully.

The lieutenant grabbed the corner of the sweat towel in the messenger's mouth with his fingertips, and then threw it aside in disgust.

The messenger retched twice, then took a big breath of air and exhaled—alive.