The people watching gradually showed signs of commotion.
Seeing that the situation was not good, Wu Qiudao, as a disciple of the Medicine King who had treated their patients, forcibly quelled the riot.
He discussed with Lin Zhixian, and according to the previously conceived plan, he asked the petty officials to announce that starting from tomorrow, the government would open a porridge shed for a long time. Anyone who took the initiative to declare and was registered on the refugee list would be able to obtain a license plate and eat in the porridge shed.
Come and eat for free.
But this news did not reassure them. Three years ago, when the drought first appeared, Wang Taishou had already opened a porridge shed. At that time, he also said that it would provide long-term supply. However, it only opened for less than a year. The big households that provided money and grain withdrew.
Governor Wang's promise became a joke.
Taishou Wang and Magistrate Lin have negotiated terms with the remaining big households. They cannot let out the news that the grain they have this time was confiscated from wealthy families. It will be difficult to convince the frightened people when the credibility of the Taishou Mansion has been ruined.
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"He must have done great evil in his previous life and was reincarnated as a drought monster in this life! He also caused our entire Yuzhou to suffer from the drought for the past three years!" Some excited people cursed.
When several domestic slaves sent by big families to observe the situation saw this, they also shouted a few slogans, adding fuel to the fire.
"Wang Qin is the noble son of the Wang family in Taiyuan. How can he understand the suffering of our people? Has he done anything worthy of praise in the past three years?"
"Why not? It was his idea to charge city fees! It's ten cents per person each time! It all goes into his pocket!"
"That's right! In the past, there were big brothers on the road who upheld justice for us! Now the whole shopping mall is dominated by those businessmen who have the final say, and ordinary people have no way to redress their grievances after suffering losses!"
"There are also those fishermen and water bandits on the Wujiang River, Fujiang River, Qijiang River, Daning River, Apeng River, and Youshui River. Most of the commissions collected are given to the prefect's mansion, otherwise the tooth soldiers will come the next day.
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Everyone became more and more angry as they talked. Even when the Medicine King's disciple's flying sword was swinging above his head and the man-bear roared for everyone to quiet down, they were no longer afraid and started making noises instead.
After all, after more than ten days of free clinics, they have already realized that these two people are good people. The sarcastic words and evil behavior before were all for the sake of the order of the free clinic and would not really harm the poor people.
Wang Taishou, who has been burning incense and praying on the rain platform, praying for rain devoutly, also heard the complaints of the people. He has been kneeling for three days, only drank some water and could not eat much food. Now he is in a trance.
Wang Qin always felt that his official reputation was very good. Even if the big families were bullying and flattering him, he did do a lot of practical things, so the people's curses and complaints directly broke his guard. He shouted angrily: "Drought, flood, rain or shine.
It’s God’s will. How can I, as a human being, let Yuzhou suffer from a severe drought for three years because of me?”
At this time, a dark cloud suddenly floated in the sky. Wang Qin was delighted, and all the people below also stopped commotion.
When he got closer, the clouds were within reach, and he was discouraged again. What's the use of this small piece of cloud top? Yuzhou is thousands of miles away!
When Wang Qin was discouraged and lamenting, the cloud turned into an old man, leaning on crutches and landed on the rain platform. He smiled and said to Wang Qin: "Prefect Wang is wrong. The drought in Yuzhou for three years is indeed for you."
And accept it!"
Wang Qin was stunned for a moment, and then cursed angrily: "You lame old man, why do you slander me so much?"
Wu Qiudao below was surprised. The old man on a crutch was clearly the culprit who forced him to go down the mountain to practice and escape from Kunlun. He was the founder of the Kunlun Yinxian Sect and the self-proclaimed "Li Guaier" Donghuazi Li Xuan!
Li Guaier stroked his beard and smiled: "It seems that Prefect Wang has forgotten who I am?"
Wang Qin frowned and thought for a long time, but still couldn't remember, so he asked: "Who are you?"
Li Guaier walked a few steps closer and asked: "Prefect Wang was born in the Wang family of Taiyuan, one of the most popular among the five surnames. He was awarded the second imperial examination at the age of fifteen. He must have been a child prodigy since he was a child, right?"
Wang Qin blushed a little: "That's not true. I was also a playboy when I was young. It wasn't until I was twelve years old that for some reason, my brain suddenly opened up. I suddenly woke up and studied hard."
Li Guaier sighed: "It seems that noble people forget things a lot, so I will help you recall your memories."
So Li Gua'er began to tell the story of how the two met six years ago.
In the ninth year of Xiantong, Li Guaier went to Taiyuan on a whim and saw an ancient camphor tree on the roadside that was very mysterious and endearing, so he pressed his head and sat under the tree.
Not far from Guzhang, there is a school, a large building with a high gate, which is the thoroughfare of Kangzhuang. In the room, an older gentleman can be seen teaching many disciples, reciting excerpts from the Four Books and Five Classics and explaining their meanings.
It was cool under the tree, and when the summer wind blew, Li Gua'er soon fell asleep leisurely. His body was ugly and half-clothed. One of his ulcerated lame legs was covered with rotten odorous insects.
The flies were buzzing, and passers-by were so disgusted that they walked away.
After a while, the clan school was over. Most of the Wang boys who came out were scared away when they saw Li Gua'er's appearance. Only a few bold ones surrounded Li Gua'er and shouted: "Beggars, rotten legs."
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After calling several times, Li Guaier started snoring loudly like thunder, scaring away a few more children. In the end, only a teenage boy stood in front of him. He was not afraid of this weirdo Li Guaier, with his eyeballs.
Wandering around, as if he had some bad idea.
The little boy was very courageous. Seeing Li Gua'er go back to sleep, he went back to his tribe and took a pen and ink and started scribbling on his face until Li Gua'er was so itchy that he woke up and asked: "
What's your name? Did you wake me up?"
The little boy was not timid at all. He turned around and asked, "This is the territory of the Wang family in Taiyuan. Who are you? How dare you intrude into other people's family's important place of clan education?"
Li Guaier touched the ink on his face, looked at the naughty child in front of him in a funny way, and said mysteriously: "You can't guess who I am! But I can guess your name right away.
!Boy, can you believe it?"
The little boy curled his lips: "I don't believe it, you are a liar! I will call the servants to chase you away!"
Li Guaier chuckled: "If you don't believe it, how about we make a bet?"
"Bet, just bet. If you can't guess, just..." The little boy got interested and saw Li Guaier lying under the shade of his camphor tree to enjoy the coolness. He felt a little unhappy and said, "Just expose him to the sun for three days. No way."
Use the shade of my tree!"
Li Guaier's eyes changed slightly and his smile remained unchanged as he replied: "Okay, if I can guess your name, how about you lick the pus from the sores on my lame leg?"
The little boy thought for a while and realized that this lame man must be a foreigner. How could he know my last name?
So he nodded and agreed: "Okay! It's a deal!"
"Brother Shen!"
"Um!"
When Shen Changqing walks on the road and meets familiar people, he will say hello or nod to each other.
But no matter who it is.
There is no unnecessary expression on everyone's face, as if they are indifferent to everything.
Regarding this.
Shen Changqing has become accustomed to it.
Because this is the Demon Suppression Division, an organization that maintains the stability of the Qin Dynasty. Its main responsibility is to kill monsters and monsters. Of course, it also has some other side jobs.
It can be said.
Everyone in the Demon Suppression Division has a lot of blood on their hands.
When a person is used to seeing life and death, he will become indifferent to many things.
When he first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a little uncomfortable, but he got used to it over time.
The Demon-Suppressing Division is huge.
Those who can stay in the Demon Suppressing Division are all powerful masters, or those who have the potential to become masters.
Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.
Among them, the Demon Suppressor Division is divided into two professions, one is the Guardian Envoy and the other is the Demon Slayer.
Anyone who enters the Demon Slayer Department starts from the lowest level as a demon slayer.
Then he will be promoted step by step, and eventually he is expected to become a guardian envoy.
Shen Changqing's predecessor was a trainee demon slayer in the Demon Suppression Department, and he was also the lowest level among the demon slayers.
Possess the memory of the previous life.
He is also very familiar with the environment of the Demon Suppression Division.
It didn't take long for Shen Changqing to stop in front of a loft.
Unlike other places in the Demon Suppression Division that are full of chills, the attic here seems to stand out from the crowd, showing a different kind of tranquility in the bloody Demon Suppression Division.
At this time, the attic door was open, and occasionally people came in and out.
Shen Changqing only hesitated for a moment before stepping in.
Enter the attic.
The environment changes in vain.
The fragrance of ink mixed with the faint smell of blood hit his face, causing him to frown instinctively, but then relaxed it quickly.
There is almost no way to cleanse away the smell of blood that comes from everyone in the Zhenmo Division.