Lu Zhi stared at Zhao Hongrun in disbelief with his eyes wide open, with an expression as if he had seen a ghost in the daytime, and the hand pointing at Zhao Hongrun was trembling slightly.
It has to be said that pointing his finger at Zhao Hongrun and naming the latter is a very rude behavior for the nobles. Fortunately, Zhao Hongrun and the Zongwei will not argue with Lu Zhi about this.
"Yes." Zhao Hongrun smiled slightly and nodded.
Seeing this, the surrounding crowd became noisy, and the refugees came over one after another, begging Zhao Hongrun to help them and make decisions for them.
Because the scene was so chaotic, it was as if there were thousands of bees buzzing in his ears, which made Zhao Hongrun's ears tremble. He quickly said: "Okay, okay, everyone, everyone, please be patient. I promise that I will solve it for you." accommodation.”
Hearing Zhao Hongrun's solemn assurance, the nearby refugees stopped talking with joy, but they did not leave and still surrounded Zhao Hongrun.
It's no wonder, after all, Zhao Hongrun still enjoys a high prestige among the refugees who were originally from Yanling, because it was he and the Junshui Army who defeated the army of Chu Yangcheng Lord Xiong Tuo two years ago.
As for why he is more famous than the entire Jun Shui Army, it must be mentioned his noble status as a prince.
"Your Highness Prince Su, please forgive me for offending me so much..."
Lu Zhi expressed his apology to Zhao Hongrun.
Because in his chat with Zhao Hongrun just now, he had been extremely dissatisfied more than once with the fact that Yanling now belongs to the more than 400,000 Chu people, which inevitably included some disrespectful complaints and complaints about Zhao Hongrun.
But then again, how could Zhao Hongrun get angry over such a trivial matter?
"It doesn't matter, Brother Lu, those who don't know are not guilty."
Zhao Hongrun smiled and waved his hand, but when his eyes saw the county soldiers who were now even more frightened, his expression gradually darkened.
At this time, Zongwei Mu Qing came to Zhao Hongrun, clasped his fists and said: "Your Highness, I have seen all the injured people, and applied medicine to the wounds. The rest are all skin injuries, but three of them are seriously injured. I am afraid……"
Zhao Hongrun frowned and followed Mu Qing towards the three seriously injured refugees. Only then did he notice that all three of them had been stabbed in the chest and abdomen. According to today's medical skills, the bodies were stabbed by the blade. It is almost incurable.
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Zhao Hongrun knelt down and held the hand of one of the three people, feeling quite uncomfortable in his heart.
To be fair, his reaction just now was extremely fast. When he saw those county soldiers pulling out their sharp swords, he knew something was wrong, so he quickly asked Yan Mo to summon the five hundred Yanling soldiers, but even so, he was still a step too late.
In the final analysis, he never expected that those county soldiers would actually use their swords, that they would actually point their swords at civilians.
If it were just sticks, Zhao Hongrun would still understand, but they actually used blades!
The three seriously injured people were all carried to Anling County by Zongwei Mu Qing and more than a dozen Yanling soldiers to seek medical treatment. However, to be honest, Zhao Hongrun was not optimistic about whether they could recover. He could only sincerely wish them good luck. Survive.
Seeing that Zhao Hongrun was not looking well, Zongwei Zhou Pu dismissed the surrounding refugees knowingly, because he knew that his Highness was on the verge of a seizure at this moment.
The refugees obviously saw Zhao Hongrun's gloomy expression of suppressing anger, and they retreated obediently. However, they did not leave very far. After all, they also witnessed Zhao Hongrun angrily reprimanding the magistrate of Anling County.
That scene was a way to vent his long-standing grievances.
After about a stick of incense, the magistrate of Anling County finally showed up. The magistrate in official uniform was seen galloping in front of Zhao Hongrun on horseback, got off his horse, knelt down on the ground with a thud, and shouted: "
I am sent to Yan Yong, the governor of Anling County, to pay homage to His Highness King Su."
Actually came on horseback...
Zhao Hongrun glanced at the Anling County magistrate who was kneeling in front of him with some surprise.
You know, the time spent by a stick of incense goes by in a blink of an eye, and the reason why he made such a harsh request was to take advantage of it when the county magistrate was late. Unexpectedly, this guy was a bit smart and knew that he could not use a stick of incense.
Xiang Nei ran from the city government office to the outside of the city, and unexpectedly got a mount from nowhere. He didn't bother to wait for the county soldiers and government officials, and arrived alone within the time of burning an incense stick. This really made Zhao Hongrun unable to get angry.
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Glancing at the mount, Zhao Hongrun found that the horse was still tied with a noose. Obviously, it was originally a horse pulling a carriage.
"Anling County Magistrate Yan Yong..." Zhao Hongrun repeated the name of the Anling County Magistrate kneeling in front of him and asked: "Yan Yong, how did you enter the official career?"
Yan Yong lowered his head and said respectfully: "I am an official in the imperial examination in the third year of Hongde's reign, and I am ranked No. 17 on the first list."
It turns out that he was not the recommended official, or did he pass the exam himself?
Zhao Hongrun sneered secretly in his heart and asked: "Oh, he is actually a man who has read poetry and books... I am here to ask you, how do you interpret the word "Fu" for "Xian Fu"? Note: "Xian Fu" means county magistrate.
Yan Yong was silent for a moment and replied honestly: "Your Majesty, please give me peace of mind."
"Very good." Zhao Hongrun nodded and ordered: "Raise your head and look around carefully to see if you can do this!"
However, Yan Yong did not dare to raise his hands and remained kneeling on the spot with his head lowered.
"Yes..." Yan Yong was shocked, subconsciously raised his head, and looked around as he was told.
What caught his eye were the bloodstains on the nearby ground, the frightened eyes of the county soldiers whose weapons had been confiscated by the Yanling soldiers, the angry eyes of the group of refugees in the distance, and the cold and cold expression of His Highness Prince Su in front of him.
Bone-piercing, murderous eyes.
"Where do you have the courage to order the county soldiers to point their swords at the people? You are more capable than me!"
"I... I am aware of my guilt..." Yan Yong kowtowed repeatedly.
Zhao Hongrun took a deep breath to calm down, and said in a deep voice: "Get up, you are the head of a county, and I can't punish you. This matter will be reported to the imperial censor and the censor will be informed."
The historian will decide your crime...Get up!"
Yan Yong stood up as he was told, his eyes obviously dull and stiff.
You must know that when the defendant goes to the Yushi Prison, it means that his career in this life is over. Even after he is dismissed from his official position by the Yushi Prison, he will be questioned by the Ministry of Punishment and will most likely be expelled from the army and sent to Chengdu.
Gaoguan, Fenxing fortress to build the pass, or sent to Nanyan to build the plank road.
Suddenly, Yan Yong fell to his knees again with a pop and begged: "Prince Su, this matter is none of my officials' business..."
Of course, Zhao Hongrun guessed that this whole thing was most likely not Yan Yong's idea. Thinking about it, he knew that a county magistrate who had passed the imperial examination and became an official without much backing would dare to do such a thing that aroused public resentment. He would not risk his life.
Already?
Obviously, there is someone else behind the scenes.
Yan Yong, the magistrate of Anling County, is most likely just taking orders from someone.
Therefore, just like how he treated the county soldier leader, Zhao Hongrun did not make it too difficult for Yan Yong. After all, these were just some little people, some poor people who would be pushed out as scapegoats by some people at any time. What did Zhao Hongrun do to make things difficult for them?
Those who want to teach a lesson are those tigers who are hiding and can eat people.
Thinking of this, Zhao Hongrun didn't bother to listen to Yan Yong's plea, and said calmly: "Opening the warehouse to release grain may reduce some of the sins you have committed."
"Put out food..."
Yan Yong was stunned for a moment, with cold sweat dripping from his forehead.
Seeing this, Zhao Hongrun frowned and said, "Do you have any objections?"
"No, I don't dare..." Yan Yong shook his head repeatedly.
At this time, the county soldier leader whose head had been knocked open by Zhao Hongrun with a stick just now ran out of the city with a dozen people panting.
Because he didn't dare to take the time to bandage the wound on his forehead, the county soldier's face was covered with blood, which looked strange.
Seeing their arrival, Yan Yong quickly ordered them: "Li Li, quickly prepare to open a warehouse to store grain, and open a porridge shop here..."
Li Li, the leader of the county soldiers, was out of breath before he ran to the ground. He panted and said, "I'm humble... I humble my duty and obey my orders."
After that, he secretly glanced at Zhao Hongrun and said with some embarrassment: "Sir, I'm afraid we don't have enough manpower..."
Where are the manpower in the county government?
Well, aren't you kneeling over there holding your head?
After hearing this, the county magistrate Yan Yong turned his head and looked at Zhao Hongrun.
Seeing this, Zhao Hongrun waved his hand expressionlessly and called: "Yan Mo?"
"You will eventually understand."
Yan Mo understood and made a gesture towards the Yanling soldiers under his command. Immediately, the Yanling soldiers retreated to one side and released the detention of hundreds of county soldiers.
At this time, Zhao Hongrun said coldly to Yan Yong: "Within one hour, I will see with my own eyes that these people receive rice porridge."
"Yes, yes..."
Yan Yong nodded repeatedly, and then called the county soldiers to come to the county to prepare the tools needed to open a porridge shop.
It has to be said that in the situation where lives were at stake, both Yan Yong, Li Li, and the county soldiers showed much more energy than usual. In less than half an hour, they were placed outside the city.
Cooking utensil, pour rice into the cooking utensil and start cooking porridge.
Of course, the remaining half an hour to cook porridge was obviously not enough, but Zhao Hongrun did not care about this with Yan Yong. After all, he could see that Yan Yong and others really tried their best this time.
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After nearly half an hour, the fragrant smell of rice porridge spread outside the city, making the refugees watching nearby salivate.
No wonder, after all, how many days have they not eaten rice?
And just when Yan Yong was commanding the county soldiers to distribute rice porridge, a group of knights came galloping from the southeast road.
Judging from their clothing, they looked like a group of noble children heading out of the city to hunt.
At the front and rear of the team, a young man who was not inferior to Zhao Hongrun in terms of clothing and clothing rode close to him from a distance. He looked at the long queue of refugees who were receiving porridge, with a hint of displeasure in his eyes.
"Who? Who is setting up a porridge factory here to serve porridge?"
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At this time, Zhao Hongrun was standing among the refugees, watching the refugees receiving their porridge quietly. Suddenly, he heard this shout and turned his head to look over.
Humph! Is he the real owner?
Zhao Hongrun separated from the crowd and walked over quietly. (To be continued.)