Zhou Ren pinched the pink face of the concubine in the twelfth room in his arms.
"I hate it, sir, you have to hurry up..."
The concubine gave me a flirtatious look and twisted her waist and walked away.
"Isn't it just some refugee Master Meng, why are you so nervous?"
Zhou Ren stood up from the wicker chair unhurriedly and said nonchalantly.
"Oh my Lord, the refugees are all rushing to the county office. The most important thing is that the plague has broken out. Dozens of people have died in the city in the past few days. Some people are just walking away."
Apparently the county magistrate was busy flirting with his concubine and didn't hear the first half of the sentence.
Meng Yi hurriedly said it again, feeling that this plague was larger than before.
"What? The plague is coming? How dare a bunch of poor people ask me for food?"
What Zhou Ren cares most about is naturally his gold and silver treasures.
"Master Meng, what do you think we should do?"
Zhou Ren asked while rubbing his hands anxiously.
"Sir, according to my subordinate's wishes, I want to kill the chickens and scare the monkeys, and then blast them all out of the city..."
Master Meng made a fierce gesture on his neck.
This action shocked the county magistrate Zhou Ren.
"Master Meng, are you afraid that if you do this, the court will find out and blame you?"
"My lord, we are all on the line now. No matter how merciful we are, the refugees may rush in. As for the court, why not just report that you died of the plague? How about we take the opportunity to ask the shops to donate money, just to deal with the plague?"
Magistrate Zhou Ren's eyes lit up when he heard that all shops were asked to donate money.
"Wonderful, you are indeed the county magistrate's right-hand man."
Zhou Ren smiled and patted Master Meng on the shoulder in approval.
"Let's meet the county magistrate..."
At this time, hundreds of refugees outside the yamen shouted loudly. The man at the front was called Chen Dashan. There was a drought in his hometown, and countless people died of hunger and disease along the way.
When everyone saw the county seat of Ci County, they couldn't help but feel a glimmer of hope.
Who would have thought that a plague had actually broken out in the county town, but not having enough to eat would mean death, so I took the people to the Yamen.
call……
While everyone was still shouting, dozens of policemen with knives suddenly ran out from the Yamen.
"Shut up, everyone, the county magistrate is here."
Seeing the detectives raising the steel knives in their hands, everyone immediately retreated in fear.
Then a fat figure walked out, pacing in all directions.
He was dressed in official uniform, with a black gauze hat on his head, and his two small eyes were narrowed.
Followed by the tall and thin Master Meng, his eyes were filled with cryptic expressions.
In an instant, all the refugees knelt down with a roar, and an old man wandered forward and saluted.
"Sir, old man Chen Shicai, we are all citizens of Zhang County. This year there was a severe drought and the crops were not harvested, so we had no choice but to live in Ci County. Now we have no food to eat. I would like to ask the county magistrate to distribute some food to meet our urgent needs...
…”
Chen Shicai said with a sigh in his voice at the end, and the refugees behind him kowtowed.
Even the people watching from a distance could not help but feel sympathy on their faces.
The county magistrate Zhou Ren cleared his throat and asked for food. That would not cost his own life.
"Come here, drive all these troublemakers out of the city!"
call……
For a moment, all the refugees were stunned.
"Your Majesty the County Magistrate, we are not causing trouble..."
The old man Chen Shizhi waved his hands anxiously and said, and suddenly felt a stream of light flashing across his eyes.
puff!
"Killed..."
No one expected that the police officer at the Yamen Gate suddenly swung his knife, and blood spurted out from Chen Shicai's chest, with a look of reluctance in his eyes.
"Uncle Third, I will fight with you."
When Chen Dashan saw his third uncle Chen Shicai being innocently killed and several other villagers being hacked to death, Chen Dashan became angry and glared angrily. He rolled up his sleeves and was about to rush forward.
"The master doesn't want it. What will happen to me and the children if you die?"
Ms. Chen from behind was holding on to her husband Chen Dashan’s arm.
All of a sudden, all the refugees were shouting and running towards the outside of the city. Those who ran slowly were all killed.
"These two unkind beasts are really bad..."
Seeing the rivers of blood flowing on the street, the people around them were talking quietly.
"Haha, Master, your method is still effective."
County Grand Master Zhou Ren said with a ferocious smile.
"No, someone is infected with the plague again..."
Just at this moment, a commoner in the distance fell down. His body was twitching non-stop, foaming at the mouth, and his face was on fire. These were symptoms of being infected by the plague.
"Master, what should I do?"
A policeman asked anxiously.
"What should I do? Quickly drag it to a mass grave and bury it. Close the gate of the government office so that no one can come. Master Meng, you can handle the donation."
"Master, that man is still alive..."
Before the police officer finished speaking, Zhou Ren had already hurried into the Yamen. There was enough food and drink in the house for a year, so how could he care about the lives of others.
The same thing happened in Ci County elsewhere, and countless people were infected and died from the plague in a short period of time.
Even the imperial court was shocked. Emperor Ling of the Han Dynasty, Liu Hong, slapped the dragon case angrily.
All civil and military officials were frightened, and the last solution they came up with was to post an imperial list and search for skilled doctors to find a way to cure the plague.
In the Longxu Mountain, a spear in the hand of a young man flew up and down, flying dragons and snakes away, cold light flashing as fast as lightning, and whistling sounds in the air...
The young man is about 1.8 meters tall, with a square mouth and nose, sword-like eyebrows and star-like eyes, and a spinning figure as strong as flying.
go!
After a loud shout, the silver gun in his hand was pointed forward, and a rock in the distance was shattered by the force of the gun.
"good……"
An old man with a ruddy complexion next to him was stroking his beard and nodding in praise.
"Zilong has met the master."
The young man is none other than Zhao Yun and Zhao Zilong, who is also Liu Qi’s idol.
The old man is Tong Yuan, a master of martial arts in the late Han Dynasty and known as the master of marksmanship.
"Well, my disciple, you have been on the mountain for ten years, and you have learned the true teachings of your master. There is nothing more to teach you. Now that the world is about to be in chaos, your martial arts skills can serve the court and the country."
Tong Yuan was indifferent to fame and fortune all his life, he was upright, and he cared about the world. Zhao Yun was his close disciple and the one he was most satisfied with.
Whether it was troop formations or martial arts, he understood them very quickly. He even read the classics and histories by heart.
"Disciple, please remember Master's teachings."
A white horse carried Zhao Yun down the mountain.
Whoosh...
An arrow was directed towards a wild boar running in the jungle. Just as the arrow was about to hit the wild boar's neck, another arrow suddenly flew from another direction.
The running wild boar fell to the ground in response to the sound, twitched a few times and ran out of breath.
"Brother is good at archery..."
The black-faced Zhang Fei waved the spear in his hand and shouted. The person next to him was Liu Bei, the big-eared thief, with a smile on his face.
Not seeing the child prodigy Zhuge Liang that time, Liu Bei had no choice but to take his two sworn brothers to Xinye.
Afterwards, the more Liu Bei thought about it, the more something was wrong. He was not that familiar with the eldest son Liu Qi, so he insisted on dragging him out to drink.
And the pot of wine that was touched and spilled was like a fish bone stuck in the throat.