The people's sentiment is raging

The footsteps were chaotic, filling the streets and alleys of the capital, and every household closed its doors.

The whole family and the young and old all went into battle, holding brooms and kitchen knives, guarding behind the door, and guarding against someone breaking into the door.

There are too many people coming to the capital, and it is frightening to hide. Although they are all ordinary civilians, so many people gather together always give people a premonition that something is about to happen.

At present, everyone can still maintain order with respected elders.

But many people in the team looked at the solid tiled houses, the dry food hanging under the eaves in the yard with low walls, and their eyes gradually showed desire.

It is conceivable that as long as someone kicks open the first door, the situation will become out of control.

Blade, smash and loot is the most terrible plague. It spreads extremely fast and releases the darkness in people's hearts. Once it breaks out, it will never be able to calm down unless everything in front of you is destroyed.

"My fellow villagers, stop and listen to me!"

Someone in the team couldn't see the front and shouted, "Stamp him to death, dare to ruin our road!"

Many people are brave enough, and the farmers who were originally honest and honest have become fierce now.

"Stop making trouble, that's Zheng Qingtian!"

When he heard the three words Zheng Qingtian, the originally fierce person immediately became depressed.

The country elder who was leading the way in front of him, when he saw Zheng Qingtian, he grabbed his hands with both hands and complained with tears.

"Zheng Qingtian, you've come forward!"

"We are hungry, and we can't grow crops in the field. Even the wild vegetables are dug up. If we can still grow weeds, we can eat enough!"

"But now, even rats in the village can't be seen. If this continues, everyone will starve to death. Who will receive imperial food for the court?"

Zheng Qingtian nodded repeatedly, "Friends, the court will not ignore you, we are trying to find a way!"

Angry screams sounded in the crowd.

"You are really trying to find a way, and you will not use evil magic to absorb the fertility in our field!"

"Who said this?"

Zheng Qingtian was furious, "I am a scholar, and most of the officials in the court are also scholars!"

"Zi doesn't say anything about strange powers and chaos. We will never use any evil methods to harm the people!"

Seeing the people excited, Zheng Qingtian spoke sincerely.

"My fellow villagers, my family lives nearby. My father and brother farm to support me in the imperial examination!"

"I, Mr. Zheng, even if I am an official now, I am still a fellow villager!"

"If others don't care about you, can I ignore you?"

After a while, all the elders were moved, "Zheng Qingtian, the fellow villagers can trust you, but..."

Zheng Qingtian is upright in his work and has a high prestige among the people. As soon as he comes forward, it is better than other officials flocking to him.

"I see!"

He focused his attention, "Everyone must see it with his own eyes before he believes it?"

He took off his official hat and held it in his hand, "Forget it, today I will try my best to be an official, and I will convince the villagers!"

After saying that, Zheng Qingtian took the lead, walked through the crowd of people and towards the city gate.

This action was really shocking. Once the people turned against each other, they could beat him into a meat paste on the spot.

In the end, Zheng Qingtian was in danger and walked all the way to the city gate and asked everyone to follow.

"Walk!"

The elders gritted their teeth and stomped their heels.

The remaining people also left with the elders of each family.

The originally crowded streets instantly became deserted and the capital returned to peace.

When the officials in the court heard about it, they applauded.

"For these unruly people, Zheng Qingtian should do it!"

"He is raising hope among the people, but it's not for today's use!"

...

Zheng Qingtian kept walking and led the army of the people to the wall.

The tall walls were invisible, and there were soldiers guarding them in front of the gate. When they saw Zheng Qingtian, they stepped forward to stop them.

"Mr. Zheng, you should not enter in a confidential place without any chance!"

Zheng Qingtian waved his hands and threw the soldiers out, "Go away, I insist on going in, and I will bring people in!"

Several soldiers guarding the gate rolled and crawled and disappeared, and the people applauded.

"Friends, let's go in and have a look!"

Zheng Qingtian waved his hand and took the lead in entering the door.

The people entered the gate one after another, and were stunned. There were endless rice fields in front of them.

There are green, golden rice distribution in various growing states, and the unique fragrance comes to the face.

Many people who live in the land kneel down when they see this scene. This is a miracle!

During the current famine, the land is formed and the seeds sown will be suffocated to death underground before they sprout.

Even in the era of good weather, it is rare to see such a rich world, and the rice is bent over.

Immediately, someone in the crowd spoke in horror.

"See it. They have absorbed all the fertility in our soil!"

"Why are the crops growing so well here?"

"Zheng Qingtian, you have nothing to say now!"

The people started to riot and looked at the rice fields around them, with hatred.

Over the years, every household has not starved to death.

As a result, the court not only failed to provide relief, but instead became more and more powerful, trying to take away their land.

Such an imperial court is worse than to let him perish.

"My fellow villagers, listen to me, listen to me!"

Zheng Qingtian hoarsely and stopped everyone, but he could not stop him.

"Don't listen to him. If we pull these demon grasses, we can get back the fertility in the soil and grow crops again!"

The people gradually lost their minds and rushed into the fields. They stepped on the tender rice seedlings, pulled off the green rice ears with their hands, and stuffed them into their mouths. They were too hungry to eat, and they were crazy hungry.

"Stop, stop!"

When Old Man Tian learned that something was wrong, he rushed over and stamped his feet repeatedly.

"You are wasting things!"

"These are rice seeds, more precious than gold, and they can plant grains that accumulate into mountains in the future!"

"Just wasted like this..."

He turned to Zheng Qingtian, "Mr. Zheng, you brought people here to make trouble, not only ruined my hard work, but also ruined the major affairs of the court!"

Zheng Qingtian's face was dull, "Boss Tian, ​​I'm so sorry!"

"You don't have to apologize to me, Meishan Gong will be skeptical about you!"

Zheng Qingtian seemed to have made up his mind and suddenly rushed to the edge of the field and took off his wide official robe.

"Friends, look at me, look at me!"

The official robe fell to the ground, and Zheng Qingtian only had a patched lining, but could not cover his skinny torso and limbs.

This third-rank official of the court was also skinny and thin.

When the people saw this shocking scene, they stopped moving one after another.

The elders shouted repeatedly, "What kind of morality is it? This is the imperial official. If you force him to do this, what should you do in the future? What should you do?"

No one expected that Zheng Qingtian, as an official, still couldn't eat enough.

"You are hungry, I'm hungry too!"

"I, Mr. Zheng, as a parent, can swear to God that I have never eaten half of food that is unhappy!"
Chapter completed!