Daqin: Zulong Overheard My Rebellion Plan

Before reaching the refugee camp, everyone began to feel a deep sense of sadness.

The tree bark in Fang Yuan, a refugee camp, was ripped off.

Some women were squatting on the ground, carefully picking up the remaining withered grass on the ground and putting them into the baskets, preparing to bring them back to the camp for their families to eat.

Some children are pulling drowned mice, rabbits and other small animals from the ground.

If there is something to be gained, he hurriedly stuffed the animal's carcass into the ragged clothes, and ran to his own adults, as if he had found some supreme treasure, for fear of being snatched away by others.

Seeing this, Fusu couldn't help feeling anxious.

"How can you eat grass!"

"You can't eat grass!"

"And the carcasses of those rotten animals should not be eaten, otherwise they will be easily infected with the disease!"

Jia Zhang sighed softly: "What can I do if I don't eat these things?"

"As long as there is something edible, they won't be like this."

"However, let's not talk about food, the bark of the nearby trees has been eaten clean."

"These things may be poisonous and may not be enough to eat, but at least they can "990" allow them to persist for a day or two."

"Perhaps, we can hold on until the turning point comes?"

Fusu's eyes were full of grief, and he couldn't help looking at Wang Ying expectantly.

"Marquis Chang'an, let's help them."

"We have a lot of food in the convoy, why don't we give them some.

Jia Zhang suddenly showed surprise: "My lord, did you bring food?"

"How much food did you bring?"

Fu Su proudly pointed behind him: "These carriages are filled with food!"

"However, these grains were not brought by me, but by Marquis Chang'an.

Looking at the thousands of carriages behind him, Jia Zhang's heart trembled.

He had been guessing whether these carriages were loaded with food.

But Jia Zhang, who knew the current situation of the Daqin Grain Depot, knew that the Daqin Grain Depot couldn't produce so much grain.

So Jia Zhang only thought that some grain should be loaded in these carriages, and more carriages should be loaded with bricks and stones and other objects for post-disaster reconstruction.

But now Fusu says that these carriages are filled with grain?

So much food is enough for the victims to eat for a month.

In this way, the disaster victims in Yiyang County will be saved!

Jia Zhang bowed to Wang Ying gratefully.

"Your Majesty, thank you Lord Hou on behalf of Qianshou of Yiyang County!"

But Wang Ying said in a low voice, "You don't need to thank the governor Jia.

"This Marquis is not planning to donate food."

Great joy and great sorrow alternated in an instant, leaving Jia Zhang stunned in place.

Wang Ying ignored Jia Zhang, but turned to look at Fusu.

"Young master, never underestimate what people can do to survive."

"Do you know why the Marquis used sackcloth to cover the grain on the carriage along the way?"

"What you just said, really shouldn't be said."

Fusu looked at Wang Ying in confusion: "What does Lord Hou mean by this?"

"So what if people do crazy things to survive?"

"Because of this, I should wait more..."

Before Fusu could finish his sentence, a voice suddenly sounded from not far away.

"These wagons are full of food!"

Fu Su followed the prestige, and saw a hungry and skinny man looking greedily at the carriage, hissing loudly.

"I just heard that these carriages are full of food!"

"This food is enough for us to eat until we leave Yiyang, and even enough for us to escape into the mountains and reclaim the fields by ourselves until the autumn harvest!"

Hearing this, both green eyes, already so hungry, looked at the convoy.

After a few breaths, a crazy cry finally sounded from the crowd.

"Grab food!"

Immediately, thousands of heads of Guizhou rushed towards the carriage.

"Food, I want food!"

"With food, Ah Weng will not starve to death!"

"If the imperial court does not save us, we will save ourselves!"

Seeing this scene, Fusu was stunned: "How dare they!"

Wang Ying pouted: "That's why Ben Hou said, never underestimate what people can do in order to survive."

"In the face of life and death, everything is a small section."

"These people were so hungry that they were about to die, but the young master said carelessly that the army behind him was full of food?"

It would be strange not to go crazy!"

Sure enough, bringing Fusu here is a disaster!

If you say that Fu Su is stupid, Fu Su is actually not stupid, and it is impossible for a fool to be familiar with the three thousand volumes of books in the doctor's library.

But Fusu is the real axis, and even more of a bookworm.

Yingzheng realized this, so he sent Fusu abroad, hoping that he could combine theory with practice and be less nerdy.

But the question is, why let Benhou come to open his eyes!

Benhou is bitter in his heart, and Benhou can't say it yet.

Sighing softly, Wang Ying spoke solemnly.

"Iron Shield!"

Iron Shield immediately handed over: "This subordinate is here!"

Wang Ying said coldly: "Anyone who dares to attack the convoy is a bandit!"

"Your self-determination!"

After a pause, Wang Ying urged: "Give Croton and the others a chance."

After one sentence, all the guards of the convoy had their eyes lit up.

Wang Ying's words directly defined the nature of these disaster victims.

You know, killing a bandit is the same as killing an enemy, and you can get a first-level first merit.

Killing thieves was one of the few ways Daqin could gain military merit in peaceful times.

All the guards cheered and shouted: "Kill!"

Seeing the convoy guards fighting with the victims like tigers out of the cage, Fu Su became anxious immediately.

"Marquis Chang'an, anyway, these grains are meant to rescue the victims, how about letting them get them first?"

"We are here to provide disaster relief, not to kill people!"

Wang Ying said indifferently: "This convoy belongs to Yingyang Company, not Benhou's convoy, let alone the court's convoy..."

"These grains are all privately owned by Yingyang Company."

"The victims of the disaster deserve sympathy, but they cannot commit crimes, let alone rob others just because of the disaster, otherwise it will definitely lead to social unrest!"

Fusu's eyes were full of resentment.

Who doesn't know that Yingyang Company is yours, so is there any need to play word games?

Wang Ying continued: "Secondly, even if this is the imperial court's disaster relief convoy, they cannot loot it.

"Young master, do you think these people will only take what they deserve when they rob?"

"They must be able to grab as much as they can!"

"If there is no one to stop him, do you believe that these thousands of disaster victims will be able to rob all the more than one hundred thousand shi of grain?"

"At that time, what about other disaster victims?"

Wang Ying said seriously: "Using resources rationally and maximizing them is also the meaning of the existence of the imperial court!"

Fusu opened his mouth, but found himself speechless.

He could only frown and said: "But we can completely control them, not kill them!"

Wang Ying shook his head: "There are only 5,000 people in the entire convoy including the guards and drivers."

"My lord, you want five thousand people to control the thousands of Qianshou who are almost insane because of hunger?"

"Even if it can be controlled, what if there is another Qianshou robbing the convoy?"

Wang Ying said sincerely: "Nowadays, the only way is to kill!"

"What they are committing now is a capital crime, even if they are arrested and controlled now, they will still be dead when the Tingwei judges.

"Of course you and I are here to provide disaster relief, but Qin Hui must not be ignored just because of disaster relief!"

Wang Ying couldn't bear to kill these victims, but Wang Ying knew very well that now he could only kill them.

The more catastrophic the year, the more need to stabilize order 3.7.

Otherwise, once the hundreds of thousands of disaster victims in Yiyang County are in turmoil, Wang Ying will never even think about helping them.

It's better to kill a bloody road with a knife and escape back to Xianyang City!

Fu Su couldn't refute Wang Ying, so he could only hold the reins tightly, and said in a bitter voice full of self-reproach: "It's my son who hurt them."

Seeing this, Wang Ying was quite angry.

You know it's wrong!

Originally, the journey was smooth, and these people would be able to eat after waiting a few more hours.

Once the stomach is full, don't worry about being starved to death, order will naturally be restored.

In the end, because of your benevolence, Hou Benhou must order his men to kill the victims!

Sure enough, Madonna's disease is the most poisonous disease in the world!

I only hope that this killing can cure Fusu's Virgin Mary disease.

Of course, there is no cure for falling down.

Anyway, this world will belong to me in the future, no matter how much Fusu suffers, he will not be able to make any big waves.

Wang Ying pulled the reins and rode his horse towards the refugees.

"Quickly resolve the battle and speed up to the refugee camp!".