A soldier waved his hand to drive away the child: "Gungun, you're sick and you're still moving forward, get away..."

The child shrank his neck. He wanted to say that he was not sick, but out of fear, he walked away.

Seeing the child leave, the soldier who chased him away laughed loudly: "What a little fool, he still has to help carry firewood!"

"They are all fools..." the soldier pouring the kerosene said without raising his head: "These firewood are all chopped and collected by them."

Those people didn't have a long brain or memory at all, and they believed whatever they heard. Ever since the imperial court declared that the plague was caused by Bian Jun, and promised to treat them, these people were only grateful to the imperial court.

Some people are so sick that they can't walk steadily, but they kowtow every time they see them. They are as thin as firewood, and they still help them collect firewood diligently.

Little did they know that these firewood were not used to boil water for them to cook food, but to cook them.

"Have you all raised donkeys before? It seems to me that they are almost the same..." The soldier who poured the kerosene continued in a self-consciously superior tone: "Donkeys are easier to feed than horses, tamer than horses, and more hardworking than horses... When I was a child, my family

Having raised one, it became humane. When my father went to work in the mountains, it would go home and carry water and food for my father to send up the mountain. Later, when the donkey got old and wanted to kill it for meat, my father took a knife.

Kill the donkey, guess what? It didn’t even try to hide, it just stood there and looked at us, its blood almost drained before it fell down... It’s stupid, isn’t it!”

The two soldiers beside him laughed.

A young soldier wanted to laugh, but I didn't feel bad about it. Instead, I felt that the donkey was pitiful and pitiful. It deserved to be ridiculed and ridiculed like that. But if I said that, I would become a joke.

The lieutenant general's face darkened: "You should be careful what you say!"

Huang Gui supported him and whispered slowly in the old man's ear: "Let's go...slowly!"

The soldier still felt something in his heart: "But the Song Yushi explained..."

The little boy sighed slowly: "How dare you pretend to preach the holy will!"

Afraid that this smart-looking young soldier might seem to understand, the speaker added: "He is the saint's nephew!"

The anxiety in Fang Ting's heart suddenly seemed to be frozen.

Fortunately, the shacks here were built in the open air. Although few people were injured, they were not incapacitated due to inhalation of a small amount of smoke.

That move made Fang Ting's eyebrows beat wildly: "Young man Fang, we are setting fire to the people affected by the epidemic!"

Moreover, this place is under the jurisdiction of the military, and Mr. Han is the nephew of a saint. If we have a dispute with Mr. Han's superiors, it would be a bad choice, and it does not make much sense.

The deputy general sent by Li Xian was watching on the sidelines. At that time, my hand came to report that the imperial envoy had arrived.

Huang Gui frowned very slowly, and immediately signaled to his subordinates to tell the team of doctors in front to move forward quickly, in order to approach this place slowly.

"...not more than a dozen places!" On the other side, the boy who ran out to report the news at first answered Duo Nan under the carriage, pointed to the back, and cried: "From that village to this village! Bad people.

!”

The ten fingers of Fang Ting's sleeves were clenched into palms, and there were countless voices mixed in his mind, such as official career, future career, emperor's heart, small situation... These are all very important. Put them out carefully, they are like a hill, enough to make a person in the court

The eighth-grade official who still has a foundation in the country will be shattered to pieces and will be restored after all calamities.

As expected, the soldier nodded repeatedly.

At that time, the eldest boy who had left just now came over with an old man. When the old man saw the torch, he was startled and quickly bowed his waist and saluted: "You know, if you ask me about something, I know

Commanders, that's..."

As I spoke, the soldier holding the torch seemed to lift the torch high and light the dry firewood dripping with kerosene.

Fang Ting drove his horse and galloped in the direction of Xiao Huo.

In this way, no matter how it ended before, even if Fang Ting would be punished openly, he would definitely be reused by the saint again!

The fire spread with a "boom", and the old man turned pale with fright, and asked in a panic: "Gentlemen, why are you doing that? Then it must be done!"

"It's safe..." Fang Ting's eyes turned red as he raised his voice and asked, "Dare I ask, is that the saint's instruction?"

A shrill cry came from in front of him, and Fang Ting's figure suddenly froze, as if he felt that a stone had been aimed at his face with a slingshot.

Huang Guiru was brought up, nodded and said: "Let's go back to the car and talk with you in detail..."

Because I was concerned about the plague, I knew little about the situation here. After I learned that, Xiao Min took the initiative to rescue and resettle thousands of people affected by the epidemic.

"Now Bian Jun's strength is almost exhausted. When we win the battle, we can return to the capital to receive the reward..."

Those imperial envoys arrived slower than expected, and they came directly to the place where the people were settled. They were more attentive than I expected.

Fang Ting: "I'm afraid he will be intercepted. To be on the safe side, he will report it again!"

I would be happy to say a few words about such a young man with a promising future.

Someone listened to my words, and the fire spread very slowly, surrounding the shacks erected in all directions into a sea of ​​flames.

"...Song Xiaoren!"

But Huang Gui's mind was just buzzing, "Commitment? Everything must be done. Watching those people being burned alive is enough to make a bad deal, right?" These errands are really "like being killed"

”.

I will become such a person!

There are hundreds of people settled here alone, and dozens of steps away, there is another gathering of shacks, and preparations for lighting them up have not yet been completed.

I look to be seventy or eighty years old, and I am wearing a shabby long gown. Several soldiers recognize me. This person does not have much prestige among the common people. It is said that before Bian Jun entered Yuezhou City, he was also a philanthropist.

Among the wealthy people who do bad things.

The humiliation felt so powerful at that time suddenly came to my mind again.

Before everything was ready, no soldier lit the torch.

But through the cracks in the shack, I looked at these common people who knew nothing about it, and I still couldn't help but said: "But... the people sent by the imperial court to treat us haven't arrived yet? Why must..."

So it means that those stupid young people can be put directly into actual work without being tempered and settled!

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Seeing that the old man had clearly realized something at this moment, but still looked like he was eager to bring trouble, the soldier who just talked about the old story of the family donkey laughed jokingly: "Old man

Among the members, the brothers are about to help them treat their illnesses!"

In the past, this person returned justice to me because the other party was unable to do so, but now my power is still very little...

Before I could finish my words that time, someone interrupted me with a warm glance: "Don't forget, our coach's surname is Li."

The intention of self-reporting one's identity in that way is self-evident.

The deputy general named Yan smiled warmly and glanced at the stunned young official, cupped his hands towards Huang Gui, turned around and walked away.

Feeling calm, the old man slowly rushed down and was about to grab the torch. The smiling soldier dropped his smile and kicked the old man to the ground.

Hearing this, the eldest child turned around and ran away, crying and shouting: "The military master has set a fire, the right officer told me to jog!"

The people were crying and trying to escape inside, but there were no soldiers guarding the exit with swords raised, just like Yama guarding hell.

"I am here with the holy order! Let's see who dares to cause trouble and hurt the people!"

Fang Ting was about to speak again, but he was followed by a boy from the Ministry of Rites who got on the carriage. The deputy general raised his hand and saluted the boy: "I have seen this little imperial envoy. His humble position is Yan Chenglu, the deputy general under the command of the Korean prince."

Huang Gui jumped on his horse and showed his "official authority" that he had never shown before: "Put out the fire! Save people!"

When it comes to sacred orders, some people dare to be careless. The common people, whose clothes were burned to pieces, also heard the cry. Seeing the soldiers put away their swords in a panic, they rushed out in a hurry.

"General Xiao, do you know what kind of holy orders you have come on this trip?" Huang Gui looked at Fang Ting and said: "Qualify the epidemic and prevent the spread of the plague."

Seeing that I was wearing official robes, the soldiers in charge of guarding all panicked when they heard what I said - is the saint going to kill the people affected by the epidemic? Can no one get it wrong?

The soldier was choked and said with tears: "No one goes to report to the general anymore!"

As for the thorough investigation beforehand, it is naturally Bian Chunliang's fault.

What does that mean?

"drive!"

As I walked quickly and whispered, I pushed away a dazed soldier and picked up the old man who was trampled on the ground.

The soldier raised his head and looked at his palms, which were dirty and white from carrying firewood, with a confused expression... Are they clean?

The deputy general named Yan cursed his mother and tried to re-direct the soldiers, but the situation was chaotic and the voices were mixed. As the people kept running away, the situation seemed to be out of control.

The kid raised his hand and patted my shoulder, and said first: "Song, Mr. Song, is still too young... Everything needs to be carefully considered and the small situation is the most important thing."

The child looked at me, shook his head, and reminded in his eyes: "Huang Guili, you all know him, the saint has never given such instructions before -"

The old man's body stiffened for a moment, and he looked at Fang Ting with an even more grateful look. He saluted, but he limped into the fire and directed the people to escape.

The world in those days was rarely like that, especially in today's world. Very rarely did I know how to judge right from wrong.

"Treatment?" The soldiers beside me sneered: "What to use for treatment? If we really need to resettle them all, let's say 280,000 people. They eat, drink and take medicine every day. When will it be the first time? I'm all very tight on military pay.

There is not so much money to fill the bellies of those who are useful."

The people living outside those rows of stilts basically followed me here.

"Although this method..." Huang Gui sighed, "it is the safest."

No one has any scruples in choosing the right method for meritorious deeds, and no one is forced to survive between humanity and power.

The lieutenant turned around and saw that no carriage or horse team was approaching. He frowned and took a few steps back.

"You are an imperial envoy to the court. If the saint does not give orders, the people affected by the epidemic will not be harmed at all! Anyone who disobeys the orders will be regarded as disobeying the order or obeying it, and will be severely punished or punished!"

What flashed in my mind was the old prince's appearance as he rode back to Beijing.
To be continued...