The heavy snow a few days ago hadn't completely melted yet, and snowflakes started to fall in the sky again. A child among the refugees raised her head to look, and white snowflakes fell from the sky. One of them hit her forehead, and she immediately shrank her head.
, pursed her lips that were a little purple from the cold.
The porridge shed at the North City Gate started lighting up before dawn, and several large pots were cooking at the same time. Zhao Jingyun brought almost all the food that could be mobilized in Taozhou, but it was obviously not enough.
The refugees' eyes were fixed on the long queue in front of them. When they looked at the white smoke steaming from the cauldron, their faces were full of longing. However, there were also many people whose expressions were numb and their bodies were frozen.
I was also in a daze, unable to break out of the quagmire.
Zhao Jingyun looked at this situation and couldn't help but sigh. The food he could find was too little, and some people deliberately spread the news, so more and more refugees gathered, and they couldn't stop them.
The government office would find several corpses from the crowd every day, and the Yizhuang side was already very busy.
"It's almost time," Zhao Jingyun murmured to persuade himself, "it's almost time."
As soon as Zhao Jingyun's voice fell, the crowd waiting to get the porridge suddenly started to commotion. Someone shouted: "The porridge is getting thinner and thinner...Is the court using these things to fool us? My mother is starving to death, and my two children are starving to death."
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"You can just say tomorrow every day. What's better? Don't you just want to drag us to death?"
"I don't want to die, I don't want to wait here to die."
A skinny man shouted like crazy. After he finished speaking, he suddenly rushed towards the Yamen next to him. The Yamen didn't react and was pushed to stagger. The man touched the Yamen with his skinny hands.
Obviously he wanted to snatch the money bag from the Yamen official.
The man tore hard and tore off the money bag. He immediately turned around and ran away without caring about anything else. The man next to him had no time to dodge and was knocked to the ground.
The officer also reacted at this time, drew out the long knife from his waist, and chased after the man.
The road ahead of the refugees was blocked, so they slowed down for a moment. The Yacha stepped forward a few steps, reached out to grab the man's arm, and raised the long knife in his hand.
The blade flashed, and the man's body suddenly shook, and then the people around him heard a muffled groan.
The rolling stuff sprayed some people on their bodies and faces.
Everyone looked at the man and the admin in a daze, and the surrounding area suddenly became quiet. Then everyone heard the sound of blood dripping down, staining the snow under the man's feet red.
"Ah...he killed someone, someone from the Yamen killed someone."
"Killed."
"Killed."
"The government office started killing the refugees."
"Run away."
"Run away!"
The crowd fled in all directions. Those who didn't know where they were were unable to escape and were knocked to the ground.
Zhao Jingyun saw this scene and walked down the tower in a panic: "Quickly, calm the people down and tell them not to panic."
It only takes a blink of an eye to get into chaos, but it takes a lot of effort to stabilize the situation again.
People from the government office stepped forward to stop him and were immediately drowned in the crowd.
There was chaos here, and before the turmoil was completely subsided, another officer rushed over and reported to Zhao Jingyun: "Sir, something happened. The refugees in the city ran to the West Market and robbed several shops."
The boots on Zhao Jingyun's feet had holes in them, but he didn't bother to change them and hurried to the West Market with his people.
…
In a small courtyard in the city.
Feng Antai sat in the main seat, and Zou Guangda on his right was smiling broadly: "We haven't even done anything yet, but it's already bustling outside."
Feng Antai raised his eyes: "How many people have died?"
Zou Guangda's smile froze: "People who starve to death or freeze to death don't count... We have arranged one right now, but... this has just begun. If the trouble gets bigger, lives will be saved."
Feng Antai nodded: "Officials from Beijing will enter Taozhou around six o'clock tomorrow."
"Don't worry," Zou Guangda didn't dare to neglect, "everything will be done well by now." The chaos is like this, and one more night of agitation will be enough.
Feng Antai said: "What about those emigrants? What did they say?"
"They have agreed to go to the government office to ask for an explanation," Zou Guangdao said. "I'm afraid they won't agree, so I don't dare to say that I will besiege the government office tomorrow."
They besieged the government offices and robbed the city's rice grains and property. The refugees were so hungry that they dared to do anything. If a few bandits got in, they could cause big troubles with a little encouragement.
As for the immigrants, these people settled in Taozhou and did not dare to make trouble like the refugees. However, as long as they went to the government office, they would be equivalent to joining the refugees. How can it be made clear?
When the officials from the capital entered Taozhou City, all they saw were people rioting. How shocking was that? Zou Guangda couldn't wait to see the look on the face of the official in the capital.
"It's better to be more steady," Feng Antai said, "Don't underestimate Zhao Jingyun." From Sun Ji to Wang Hu, the results were beyond Feng Antai's expectations every time. Even though the outside world has gone according to their arrangements, but
He still felt uneasy.
Feng Antai continued: "Is there any movement in Fengxia Village?"
"The people in the village have not gone to the village these days. They are preparing to celebrate the New Year in the village," Zou Guangdao said. "From what we have learned, it is because there are scholars in their village who have given guidance."
It’s better than other villages.”
Feng Antai didn't take that village too seriously. He had people watching it for so long. If there was something wrong, he would have discovered the clues a long time ago.
Just like Zou Guangda said, among these people, only Zhao Jingyun is the most important. If Zhao Jingyun is removed, those people can be dismissed casually.
…
In Fengxia Village.
Mrs. Yang's eyelids kept twitching.
Zhao Luoyang looked at her breasts and smiled with two dimples: "Mistress, you want to get rich! We will definitely go smoothly this time."
"Really?" Mrs. Yang was a little doubtful, "Which twitching eyelids means getting rich?"
How did Zhao Luoyang know that as long as her eyelids twitched, she would make a fortune.
While the grandfather and grandson were talking, a small hand reached over and stole a piece of twist.
"Still eating." Mrs. Yang looked at Zhao Yuanbao and wanted to reach out to grab her grandson's arm, but Zhao Yuanbao dodged.
Zhao Yuanbao stuffed the twist into his mouth.
Today, Mrs. Yang made spring dishes, fried twists, seeds and pancakes. Zhao Yuanbao was next to the stove and stole several pieces. His mouth was shiny after eating.
Mrs. Yang was afraid that her grandson would burst his belly, so he rolled up his sleeves and went to catch Zhao Yuanbao.
An old man and a young man were making a fuss in the kitchen, and it was said that Mrs. Yang was going to get half of the twist.
Just as Mrs. Yang was about to walk back to the stove, the curtain was opened and Zhao Xuejing walked in.
Zhao Xuejing looked at Mrs. Yang and Zhao Luoyang: "There is chaos in the city. The refugees are snatching rice and property everywhere. People from the government office went to stop them. I heard that the government officials even killed one by mistake."
The time has come.
Zhao Luoyang said: "We have to send a message so that everyone can prepare."
Zhao Xuejing nodded. In fact, they had been preparing for a long time. They just wanted to wait for those people to show their faces. These evil things could not be allowed to escape again.
The news spread quietly among the sixteen households. There was no fear on everyone's face, but a bit of excitement. Several people put their bows and arrows on their backs.
Mr. Song spread the hand-drawn map on the table: "We have found all the places where they hid their food. The most important thing now is to get the food."
Zhao Xueli responded.
Niu Daochang said: "Not even a grain of rice can be left for them." If they get less than a grain of rice, they will be considered incompetent.
Mr. Song glanced at Zhao Luoyang. The picture of the little fox was really good, and there was nothing wrong with it. The more he looked at it, the more he liked it.
Zhao Luoyang said to Shi Jiu in his mind: "Sir, your charm has increased a lot since you saw the map, right?"
"Well," Shi Jiu said, "a total of 38 points."
The map was drawn by Shi Jiu, and it cost her 15 health points. She made almost no effort.
Shi Jiu continued: "Have you thought about how you want to praise me?"