Xu Qian bowed his hand and said: "Back to the adult, there is a plague in the west of this village. The people who live there have moved a hundred miles west, so this place is uninhabited. Da Kui was shocked when he heard this, and asked again: "The plague only occurs in the year of famine, and I see a scene of peace in Shunyuan City." Where is it like a disaster?"

Xu Qian smiled and said: "It's inconvenient to say much about this matter, please return to the city as soon as possible." Da Kui said helplessly: "Since it is inconvenient for Captain Xu to say, then the official will go back to the city and leave." Da Kui returned to his horse and turned his horse's head. Xu Qian arched his hand and said, "Congratulations to my lord." When Da Kui walked away, Xu Qian turned his head and said to the soldiers behind him: "You quickly enter the city and inform Master Liang of this matter." The soldier took the command and turned away.

Da Kui rode on his horse and walked all the way back, and when he was far away from the village, Da Kui made a detour and galloped all the way to the west. After traveling more than 100 miles, this is already a different scene.

It was desolate and full of wind and sand. There was no grass left on the ground, and there were traces of people digging up everywhere. In the distance, there was no green in the mountains and forests, but they were all white. When I got closer, I saw that every tree had been stripped of its bark and its leaves. Walking further west, you can see the rotting bones of people and a few crows on the side of the road. Da Kui rode by, startled the crows into the air, hovering for a long time and refusing to leave.

Da Kui traveled another way, and saw a small village in the distance, but it was a dilapidated scene. When I entered the village, I saw dozens of people gathered around but I didn't know what they were doing. Da Kui was curious for a moment and watched Le Ma pause, and a gap flashed in the crowd, and Da Kui saw that there was a large cauldron on a bonfire. These people are all ragged and yellow-skinned, and now it is almost early winter, although it is not very cold in the south, but it is also quite cool in the morning and evening. Think about the coming winter, how many of these hungry people will survive?

After a while, the contents of the pot were cooked. These people reached out to the pot to grab it, ignoring the hot soup, and when Da Kui saw them snatching something, he stuffed it into his mouth, and he couldn't see what they were eating when he was far away. I couldn't help but ride the horse forward more than ten zhang, when I saw the food in the hands of the hungry people, Da Kui's mouth couldn't help but feel sour, and his stomach was nauseous and nauseous. A piece of meat fell from the ground next to the cauldron, but it was a child's arm.

When these dozens of hungry people saw Da Kui and the two healthy horses, their eyes flashed like wolves. Da Kui did not dare to stay for long, so he spurred his horse to rush past the side of this group of hungry people and galloped all the way to the west, and Yu Guang saw that the corpses of old and weak women and children were lying on the ground from time to time in the thatched huts on both sides, and swarms of mosquitoes and flies had been recruited.

Rushing past the village and heading west, there were more hungry people on the way. The surroundings were the same as when they came, and the road was already full of vegetation.

After walking more than ten miles, I saw a thick smoke in the distance. The place was hilly, and the small slope ahead blocked the view. Da Kui rode forward and ran up the dirt slope, but as far as the eye could see, there was a large village built on the mountain, and this big village seemed to be able to accommodate thousands of people. At this time, it was almost evening, and Da Kui decided to go into the village to have a look and go back.

(The plot requires that all ethnic minorities use Chinese.) Actually, I don't know any other minority languages.)

Da Kui rode slowly into Dazhai, and a fire was burning in the middle of a square in the wall. Thousands of people gathered around, and there were people singing and dancing in such a disaster year.

These people are not Han Chinese, they are all black scarves wrapped in heads, men are dressed in white clothes with black armor, and women are dressed in black cloth skirts. These people looked like they were having some kind of grand ceremony. When he got closer, he saw that the bones of the burning man were in the roaring fire.

A wizard-like man, dressed in a floral robe with white powder on his face, clapping a drum in one hand and clapping the other, jumping and shouting around the fire. The people around shouted from time to time, and there were still dozens of male and female corpses beside the fire, and at this time, two men carried the corpses and threw them into the fire from time to time.

Da Kui thought that this was originally a funeral, but he didn't know what kind of race these people were. The corpses in the fire must have died of the plague. Da Kui wanted to ask the elders in this village to ask the reason, but it was not suitable at this moment, so he had no choice but to dismount and stand in place and wait there.

After another half an hour, it was almost dark, so I waited until the ceremony was over. Da Kui was about to find the elders and patriarchs of the village to learn about the disaster here, and suddenly thought that he was a second-rank member of the dynasty and needed to pay attention to his identity and appearance. At that moment, he hurriedly dressed up and waited for the crowd to disperse.

Unexpectedly, when these thousands of villagers saw Da Kui standing there, they shouted loudly: "It's the official of the Han people, kill him." This sentence was like a spark in a haystack, instantly igniting everyone's anger. All the young men ran to find farm tools and sticks, and those who couldn't find the guys for a while picked up the stones on the ground and swarmed towards Dakui.

Although Da Kui was shocked, he was not afraid, dodged a few stones thrown at him, and then the luck dantian burst out: "I'm here to deliver food." Da Kui's words were like thunder, and the villagers were suddenly shocked, and Qi Qi stopped moving.

An old man with white hair separated from everyone and came to the front, looked Da Kui up and down and asked, "Who are you? What are you doing here?" Da Kui was overjoyed and arched his hand: "Zhang Dakui, the political envoy of the lower Jiangnan Tong, came to inspect the people's situation when he heard that Shunyuan was affected by the disaster. A man beside the old man asked, "Didn't you say that you came to deliver food?"

Da Kui Zhengse said: "Naturally, I am here to deliver food, but I must first verify the disaster." When the old man heard this, he said: "You come alone, and it is inconvenient for us to bully each other, so please speak in the guest room in the village." "Then turn around and go. The villagers around him gave way one after another, and it seemed that this old man had a very high reputation in the village.

Da Kui led two horses and followed him to a bamboo building, and the old man stretched out his hand to ask: "Please go upstairs with the old man." "I first went up the stairs made of bamboo poles to the bamboo building. Da Kui did not refuse, tied the horse downstairs and followed him up to the bamboo building.

Entering the room, the two sat down separately. Da Kui looked around and saw that the interior furnishings were very simple, a wooden table, two bamboo chairs, a piece of animal skin hanging on the bamboo wall, a set of bows and arrows, and nothing else.

The old man took the clay pot on the table, poured two glasses of water, and said: "The cottage is remote and untreatable, and the clear water is not strange." The old man handed the tea with one hand, and Da Kui hurriedly got up and took it with both hands: "Thank you, old man." Waiting for Da Kui to sit down again, the old man first asked: "I don't know how the adults are going to send food here?" Da Kui hurriedly said: "Don't dare to deceive the old man, this official is here to inspect the people's situation, once the disaster is verified, he will immediately order Shunyuan City to open a warehouse and release grain." ”

The old man held his hair and smiled: "But I don't know how much the old man trusts you?" Da Kui took out his waist card and handed it over with both hands: "This is the official's token, please take a look." The old man took the waist card, looked at it a few times, and then handed it back to Da Kui and asked, "What do you want to know?" Da Kui said: "This official wants to know, why is there a military guard west of Shunyuan? Why didn't the city lord of Shunyuan City help the victims in such a disaster year?"