After some relief, Zhufeng hugged Zhao Qian, and the two took the lead towards the city gate.
At that time, the sky was overcast and the wind was howling. Everyone was wearing thin clothes, and their clothes were constantly fluttering in the wind. The cold wind seeped in, making people's teeth chatter with the coldness.
Qingyu squinted her eyes slightly, the strong wind was cutting her face and ears like a knife, and her eyes were uncontrollably wet due to the wind. She frowned slightly, and a bad premonition filled her heart.
Hongtao walked with her head lowered, feeling that her forehead and heart were hurting, and the wind was whistling in her ears. She had to speak loudly: "This is obviously a place where wind and energy are stored, why is there evil energy? The energy has dissipated, this
The city is about to turn into a vicious city."
When everyone heard this, they all stopped and looked at Hongtao. Zhao Qian didn't understand this, but he could also feel obvious changes. When he was still some distance from the city gate, it was not as cold as before, but the closer he got, the more he got closer.
, the wind got stronger. He thought it was because he was in the wind.
Hongtao hugged her arms and felt a cold wind blowing. She couldn't help but shiver. She quickly tightened her body and stood in front of the taller Zhufeng. Only then did she feel that the wind was getting lighter, and then she said with a trembling voice:
"When every town is established, it must go through Feng Shui exploration. The Qi of Chengyang County is good, and the Qi veins are good, but there is an evil spirit, which ruins the aura here and makes the Qi here bad.
The scene has become violent and murderous, which is a sinister sign."
Zhao Qian couldn't help but ask, "What does it mean to have a good breath?" If he could still settle down in the future, he would be able to choose a good place.
It is rare for Hong Tao to show off in front of outsiders, so she is naturally willing to say a few more words, "The wind is neither fast nor slow, gentle and comfortable, this is a good breath."
It is not good if the wind is too strong or too weak. If it is too strong, the wind will disperse, and if it is too weak, it will cause shortness of breath. This place is surrounded by mountains and rivers, so it is a good place to breathe, so what is going on with the evil energy that comes for free?
"She looked in the direction of the city gate in confusion.
Qingyu looked at the passers-by around him, then at the gloomy sky and the ground like flying sand and rocks. The three realms of heaven, earth and man were restricted. This was the way of divination.
After a moment, she said calmly: "This is a place of great evil and great good fortune. Half of it is bad and half of it is good. Someone made this auspicious place look bad."
Zhufeng and Wen Ya looked at each other, and then Wen Ya said aggressively: "Whether it is bad or good, you will know when you go in and take a look."
"Yes, let's go take a look." Zhufeng nodded in agreement. It was so easy to get here and he couldn't turn around again.
So the group of people continued to head towards the city gate against the wind.
When they arrived at the city gate, the leader Zhufeng was about to stride in, but the soldier who didn't want to defend the city flashed his weapon and stopped him and said: "Stop, let's lead the way."
"Road guide?" Zhufeng turned around and looked at everyone. He had never heard that such a thing was needed, but Zhao Qian understood and hurriedly stepped forward and said: "Master, we are fleeing from famine and there is no road guide. Refugees have not needed it since ancient times.
We can enter the city by taking the road, please let us in."
"Fleeing from famine? Refugees?" The guard's eyes immediately became disgusted, and he pushed Zhufeng and Zhao Qian with weapons, "Go, go, refugees are not allowed to enter the city. To the left of the city gate, that area was kindly allocated to you by the county guard.
Territory. Go over there.”
The group of people looked at each other. When the guard saw that they were still not leaving, he urged with a fierce face: "Hurry up and don't block other people's way into the city."
Qingyu and others had to step aside, and then Zhufeng suggested: "Go and have a look?" Everyone had nothing to object to, so they walked left towards the city gate.
Qingyu took one last look at the towering city gate and shook his head helplessly. This was the source of the evil spirit.
...
In the lobby of the Sheriff's Mansion, the sixteen-year-old young master Pan Ming looked anxious, and his plea was filled with unbearable anger: "Father, there are thousands of refugees outside the city. Seeing that winter is approaching, wouldn't it be direct to just leave it alone?"
Sentenced them to death? And asked my father to open the city gate and welcome the refugees into the city."
Pan Chenggui, the county governor who was handling official business in the hall, had a dark face and was very impatient, "What do you know? You also know that there are thousands of refugees. Once they enter the city, how much trouble will it cause? Have you considered the safety of the people in the city?
Winter is about to enter, and there is not enough livelihood for the refugees in the city, so how will they survive? They will steal and rob in order to survive. Where will this put the people in the city?
Since my father is the governor of Chengyang County, I should consider everything for the people of Chengyang County. Although the refugees are pitiful, letting them in hastily will undoubtedly turn this city into a city of disaster."
Pan Ming was speechless for a moment, paused, and then added: "Father can open a warehouse to store grain and help these refugees. When next spring, they can find a living in the city."
Pan Chenggui put down his pen, his expression serious and serious, "Then I ask you, father, how many stones of food do you need based on a population of 10,000, the cold winter of March, three porridge and three steamed buns a day?"
Pan Ming had another meal. He thought about how much he would eat every day, and after thinking about it for a while, he said: "Nearly four thousand dan of grain."
"Wrong." Pan Chenggui said sternly: "It's nearly 5,000 shi of grain. What you're counting is just rice, but just drinking porridge can do the job? How will they be able to afford their clothes? How will they afford their accommodation? Don't these cost money?"
Do you know what five thousand shi of grain means? Nowadays, the vassal states are ambitious and want hegemony. Daxia may overthrow at any time. The 100,000 shi of grain now in the granary will all be transported to the battlefield by the end of the year. Do you want to do it for
Father, will you give up the whole of Great Xia for those refugees?"
Pan Ming lowered his head, tears welling up in his eyes. After a long time, he said unwillingly: "Then we can't let those people freeze to death and starve to death. Even if it's just one meal of porridge a day, it's better than nothing at all."
Pan Chenggui smiled, "You are still too naive. If you really have one meal of porridge every day, it won't be a big deal if you only have 10,000 refugees.
But there are at least hundreds of thousands of people fleeing from all directions. Once the news spreads about Chengyang County's soup kitchen and accepting refugees, countless refugees will flock over, and what will happen then?"
Pan Ming clenched his fists. He really didn't think about what his father said. He just wanted to save those poor people.
"There will definitely be a way. I don't believe that God would really watch so many people die." Pan Ming said loudly:
"Also, father, even if you are justified in doing this and have to do it, God will still punish you. The master said that the aura of Chengyang County has changed, and there will definitely be chaos this winter."
After he said this, he ran out.
Pan Chenggui looked at his son's retreating back, sighed deeply, and said impatiently, "It's that magic stick again. Find someone to get rid of him quickly. If he hadn't instilled those ideas into Ming'er, Ming'er wouldn't be there anymore."
How good."
The master chronicler Shi smiled slightly and said, "Young Master is kind-hearted and doesn't want to see others suffer."
Pan Chenggui rubbed his aching head and put the pen on the shelf with some irritation.
But after Pan Ming left the lobby, he returned to his small courtyard and saw his master practicing. He came forward with a bleak look and said:
"Master, my father does not agree to help the refugees. Master, you have great powers. Please think of a way to prevent those people from starving to death and freezing to death."
The middle-aged man who was called master stopped practicing, shook his head and sighed: "Chengyang County, a disaster is coming."
Pan Ming was anxious, "But what did the master say about the breath being broken? Is there a way to save it?"
The middle-aged man shook his head, "It can't be broken. It can't be broken. If we don't help the victims, this disaster will be unavoidable. Master, you'd better find a way to survive on your own. You have to leave as a teacher. We can't stay in Chengyang County."
Pan Ming was so anxious that he almost cried. He grabbed the middle-aged man's sleeve and said, "Master, you can't leave. What will happen to Chengyang County if you leave?"
The middle-aged man rolled his eyes and said, "Give me fifty taels of silver, and I will give you a way to avoid evil."