Pang Erniu was also following among these people. He was accompanied by his brothers. Although he had just been pulled over, he did not seem to have lost his strength at this moment. Instead, he was still following the strong men at the front, for fear of being slowed down.
At this time, he had already made up his mind to follow a wave of robberies, and then hide and spend the winter. After all, looting the county would attract officers and soldiers, and those who wanted to be beheaded would not be able to survive now, so who would want to.
I was thinking very well. The few big men in front of me had already rushed into a large house. They looked like wealthy families in the city. Naturally, such a big family also had servants, but the servants could not defeat those few big men. They just kept pouring in.
Anyone who comes in can drown them.
"Food, it's all food, it's our disaster relief food. There's also the word 'relief' on the bag."
I don't know who shouted, and everyone rushed over. Sure enough, the cellar was full of grain. This was not a cellar, but a granary. Although most of the refugees could not read, there were a few who did, like Pang Erniu.
I only know a few people, and even those who can't read, these days they have seen such a word on the rice bags used to make porridge for them.
"These are disaster relief grains for us. They have swallowed them all. Anyway, they have already rushed in and killed them."
Things that had not been seen before are now considered to be conclusive evidence. When someone in the crowd shouted, many hungry people were immediately aroused. How could this wealthy family withstand it? They were directly killed by this group of hungry people who originally looked down upon them.
Beat to death.
Such things kept happening in the city, but at this moment, someone suddenly ran and shouted: "The Fushan County Magistrate burned down the official warehouse in order to cover up the transfer of grain for disaster relief..."
The official warehouse was burned down, which was a big deal. Immediately, many people ran out carrying the things they had grabbed, and more people who had not grabbed anything gathered around.
There was a huge fire at the county government office. Thinking that all the food was burned, many hungry people really wanted to kill the county magistrate.
Under the raging fire, a man wearing county magistrate's clothes was dragged out by a big man. Many people recognized that this fat man with three long beards was County Magistrate Chen.
It happened twice when I was making porridge.
"kill him……"
The county magistrate was dragged out, and many people immediately screamed, but they did not dare to go up and kill the magistrate, not to mention that the magistrate was still being held at knifepoint.
As the fire got bigger and bigger, more and more hungry people surrounded them. At this moment, the man leading the county magistrate finally dragged the magistrate to the open space outside the county government office, and there were at least several thousand people surrounding him.
He directly took off the official hat of the county magistrate, and then asked angrily: "Guan Gu, did you embezzle the court's disaster relief food? Did you add sand to the porridge?"
County Magistrate Chen is considered a good official in the local area. Because he has no backers, he has been serving as the magistrate of Fushan County all year round. From the age of thirty, he served three magistrates until the rebellion.
, he had the chance to become the county magistrate, and his year as county magistrate was not bad. At least Fushan County was very stable, at least before these refugees broke through the city.
"I am not a corrupt official. I, Chen Lifeng, have been an official for more than ten years and I will never be greedy for people's money." At this time, the county magistrate was quite courageous.
"You are not greedy for ink, come here."
Soon an old man in his fifties was dragged over again. As soon as he was dragged here, he cried and shouted: "Hero, spare your life."
"Who are you?" the big man asked.
"I am Zhou Baichuan, and my son Zhou Tai is the newly conferred viscount of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince. He has made great contributions to suppressing the rebellion in Dai Viet. You can't kill me." The old man cried out.
"I'm not asking you this, I'm asking you, why is the granary in your house full of disaster relief grains? Did this dog official sell it to you?"
"Yes...yes...Master Chen knows my son's ability, so he approached me and offered to exchange relief grains for moldy grains. Not only my family, but also several wealthy households in the city, Mr. Chen, did this unless it was really moldy.
Eat it, otherwise Mr. Chen will change it according to the degree of mildew, one bag for better ones to two bags, and worse ones for three bags."
Hearing this, the hungry people were immediately furious. "Kill this dog official!" the voices kept coming and going.
"Let me ask you, do you know that this dog official mixed sand into the porridge?" the big man asked.
"Of course I know, but Mr. Chen said that if you mix it with sand, it will make more food, and it will also prevent people who are not hungry from grabbing relief food. The most important thing is that it will allow you to breathe a sigh of relief."
Hearing this, everyone became even more angry. Looking at the angry people, the big man pulled out his knife and chopped it off with one blow. One head fell directly to the ground, but it was indeed Zhou Baichuan's.
"This man is rich and unkind. There is so much food in the warehouse at home, and he must have gotten all the poisonous food from him. Damn it."
"Damn...damn..."
"Dear fellow citizens, I am not going to change my name or my surname. It is Zhu Feiling, the crown prince of Wu Longbo. He was originally going to surrender to the Marquis of Zhenbei. The prince was unkind. Your Majesty originally planned to depose the prince and make the third prince the prince. In the end, he was poisoned by the prince.
Now he is even more perverse, appointing such corrupt officials, regardless of the life and death of the people. There are tens of thousands of hungry people in Fushan County. Now the food has been burned, and the food stored by the rich people cannot be eaten for a few days. In this case, are you willing to follow me to the town?
There is enough food in the Beihou Territory, so everyone will not go hungry."
"The official warehouse is gone, and the food from the rich households can only last us ten days and a half at most. We will still be hungry by then, so it is better to have a way to survive with the prince."
"Follow the prince."
When someone shouted, many people immediately responded. The gangster's life was really unbearable, and Pang Erniu couldn't help but yell.
"Okay, okay... Since you all trust me, I Zhu Feiling promises to find a way for everyone to survive. First, I will bring this dog officer to sacrifice the flag. Then everyone can look for weapons and we will fight out of the city." Zhu Feiling said.
"Kill...kill..."
At this time, all the hungry people were excited and just shouted along.
At this time, a man came up and said: "Since this dog official has burned the food, let's throw him into the fire. Let's go and prepare. But the ugly words are ahead. Follow our lord, we will not treat you badly. If
If you run away, don't even think about coming back. In these days, even if you carry a bag of food, you can't live for a few days, and you may not even be able to survive. Register here later. Once you register, you will be ours. We will stay in Fushan for two days.
Let’s leave the day after tomorrow.”
Zhu Feiling was a little surprised, but after hearing this, he immediately said: "Yes, we will leave in two days, and we will not care about your life or death."
When he was speaking, the man who had jumped out earlier had already dragged Mr. Chen away.
This chapter has been completed!