The Ming Dynasty’s Prodigal Son

It is not an easy task to move the population of the flooded area on a large scale.

After all, it is drought and there is no big water.

What's more, people rarely want to leave their homeland easily.

Not only that, no one is willing to give up everything, and within a short period of time, carrying burdens and following the government to take refuge.

Therefore, Zhifu pressed on Zhixian, and Zhixian pressed on the servants in the head. These wolves-like servants, afraid of Shangguan's blame, naturally could not care much.

Almost broke into the house, very rude.

The Jiujiang Guard has also acted, and with the sacred order, began to dispatch.

In a short time, there were several low-lying places, involving a population of 70,000 or 80,000 people, which suddenly became a **** on earth.

There are crying fathers and mothers everywhere, and soldiers are like bandits.

Some large households suffer the most.

Ordinary people, it can be said that there is no long thing, hiding for a while will hide for a while, after all, the government also promised food for relief.

But large families, after all, with a large population, so many houses and fields are still here?

God knows he's gone, there is no one here, whether he will be remembered by anyone.

But because of the sacred order above.

His Majesty personally made the decision, and the pressure was all on the Zhifu. If the big households refused, the small people would be afraid even more. At that time, I do n’t know how many black gauze hats fell, and how many people would fall.

As a result, the officers and soldiers all launched a ruthless come and took the Jiujiang Guard officers and men to break the door directly, pulling the people away.

The gentry were frightened.

Never seen such a ruthless one.

Not only that, why does His Majesty have such a purpose?

A drought is happening, and suddenly the population is about to migrate.

The trembling gentry had to be obediently watched and held by the government to some higher places.

Later, the government officials were either looking for vacant houses or the usual dilapidated city **** temples.

After all, all this is too urgent. The vast majority of these vacant places are broken walls, and countless people are placed here. It is terrible to see. There are howlings everywhere, which are sporadic conflicts with the government.

Occasionally, someone will mess up and say: "It's not good, it's not good, the people of the Zhou family in Hekou fought against the government ..."

In the City God Temple.

Dozens of gentry gathered together in shock, and they still have lingering fears. In fact, the general drought does not have much impact on them.

After all, they are landlords, and the landlords all have grain storage. They can cope with the catastrophe in front of them. Not only that, but after the catastrophe, the food prices tend to rise. Although they have no harvest this year, the food prices in previous years have been several times higher Even more than ten times.

Ordinary people will go bankrupt in the disaster year. They have to borrow money in order to survive. This is a profit-making loan. They borrowed a bucket of rice, and their children and grandchildren will still shoulder the burden. I am afraid they are still unclear.

In the disaster year, with grain and silver in hand, it was much easier to annex the land.

To a certain extent, the disaster year is a carnival. Every time a disaster year occurs, as long as the gentry can seize the opportunity, the net worth can more than double.

It is a pity that at this juncture, the population is suddenly moving.

Old gentleman Fang Wenjing couldn't help but whispered: "Well, this is the official to force the people back, no wonder others."

The other gentry looked at each other and nodded secretly.

Fang Wenjing sighed: "Look at this day, look at this hot sun. At this time, we are suddenly moved here. What is this going to do? They all say that the current emperor is a good emperor, an old man ... nothing to say. , I want to come ... It must have been a traitor from the middle of the DPRK, how could there be such a purpose? I, all the people who are law-abiding and law-abiding, have suffered this innocent disaster, eh, this day ... how can I live, the old man ’s house There is no one to look after it now, God knows if there will be any thieves to worry about, and that place ... those places ... "

Fang Wenjing couldn't breathe excitedly and coughed desperately.

"Mr. Fang Lao, all right, the government has always bullied the people. What can we do? But Mr. Fang Lao is right, there is a traitor in North Korea and China."

Someone's eyes flickered: "You are talking about Fang Jifan's dog-like thing?"

Everyone said nothing.

The man consciously lost his word and shivered, and did not continue.

The outside is still chaotic.

The county sent people to put porridge, and the victims scolded again, because everything was too urgent, and the county did not get much food.

Fang Wenjing ate this clear soup, almost stomping his feet: "That Liu County Gong, has always been a respectful person to me, but this time, he was merciless, hum!"

"Yeah, he wanted to visit him a few times, but he refused to see, I don't know what it meant."

"This is harmful to the people. I heard that some people refused to leave and were beaten to death by the officers."

Fang Wen trembles quietly, clicking the bowl and falling, the porcelain is scattered all over.

He snapped: "The old man would not believe it. In this world, there would be no justice. The old man ... The old man is going to sue the royal officer, and sue the group of dog officials, Laifu, Laifu ..."

"Master." A man came forward, huddling.

Fang Wenjing said: "The old man repaired a letter. You personally took the letter, quickly whip it, sent the old man to my nephew, and told him that the fathers and fathers in the village could not live anymore, let him do it himself!"

He said, he asked someone to take a pen and paper, repaired a letter, and then looked at the other gentry: "What do you say?"

"We ... we ..."

"This is for the request of 100,000 people, can you just stand by and watch? If there is no movement in the temple, those dog officials do not know how to bully me and other small people!"

Someone got up: "Okay, count me."

Others seemed to be encouraged, and they stepped forward and looked down at what was written in the letter. Someone said timidly: "This ... this ... Mr. Fang Lao, this letter is too explicit. Could you delete Fang Jifan, only If there is a traitor, why do you need to name the surname, which is not good and offends people. "

Fang Wenjing yelled angrily, "I'm afraid to say anything, I'm still afraid of him? I have an old bone, and he burns with his jade, hum, I also read the book, understand the reason, I take the dead day ... … I ’m still afraid of this little thief. If I ’m afraid of him, I ’m not surnamed Fang. I follow this dog ’s surname! ”

Fang Wenjing scolded and dipped the ink on the other side. He wiped out the three characters of Fang Jifan on the square head directly with ink, and wrote the word "traitor" beside him.

Everyone sighed: "Mr. Fang Lao is a straight man."

Fang Wenjing then handed the letter to Laifu.

Laifu busy was ordered to go.

But here, it is still messy. In this hill, there are actually thousands of people gathered. In other places, I don't know how many people.

I heard that in some counties, because of the low terrain, the entire county was moved. Many robbers took the opportunity to go to the emptied house and ransacked it.

I do n’t know how many people, thinking of home in their hearts, but gathered in this awful place, bursting into tears with the poisonous sun, looking at the countless cracked loess, choked with speechlessness.

Fang Wenjing only lived here for more than a day and became ill.

On the one hand, it is depressed, on the other hand, it is also unable to adapt to this humble condition.

At noon the next day, he dragged his sick body to the outside of the dilapidated Chenghuang God Temple.

Seeing here is full of people. He is full of people. He is a gentry. Fortunately, he can live in a shaded place at least. Other people have no such luck.

Looking at this scene, he leaned on his staff with his hand and pointed in the direction of his hometown. He couldn't help but tears: "I'm afraid that I can't bear it anymore. Oh, how can the world become so sinister ... … "

He said while stomping his feet.

"Your Majesty believes in the traitors around you. Seeing this, your Majesty will be dim. You see, Tang Xuanzong, wasn't he holy when he was young? ....... See me ... the hard times are yet to come, not giving us a way of life. "

He began to scold.

Many people were crying because of his scolding.

Seeing the situation, the officers and soldiers wanted to come forward. At first glance, it was Mr. Fang Lao, who seemed to be afraid of him. They dare to do something to the unconvinced little people, but this Mr. Fang, If it were not for the death order given above, he must be moved out, who would dare to offend him.

As a result, many people pretended to be deaf and dumb and dispersed.

Fang Wenjing's scolding sounds seem to be poking the pain of many people, and they are noisy.

Intermittent effort, all kinds of scolding.

Fang Wenjing pointed at the sky ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ with an excited red face: "If you don't say a word, you will move the people and make people move away. Is this still a good emperor? The husband hasn't lived for a few years and the husband wants to ask. , God, do you still let people live? "

Speaking of which, all of a sudden, it was suddenly ... a thunderbolt on the sunny day!

Rumble ...

Everyone froze.

Fang Wenjing's scared face was pale.

The body couldn't bear it, but it was alive, trembling, and then the cane fell to the ground, and the whole person fell to the ground.

Rumble ...

Another thunderous thunder.

Between the world and the earth, it suddenly became dark.

then……

Strong wind.

It seems that because the heat brought by the previous drought has not dissipated, a wave of heat swept wildly, blowing Fang Wenjing's eyes.

All of a sudden, there was silence on this hill.

Rumble ...

The dark sky was struck by lightning, which was like a silver snake, and disappeared in an instant.

People looked at the sky in amazement.

Heaven is impermanent!

Immediately after ...

Downpour rain fell from the sky.

This terrible downpour, tilted down like crazy.

"Quick, quick ... avoid the rain ..."

Someone shouted.

Fang Wenjing fell in the mud. The mud that was originally cracked and dried was harder than stone. Soon, under the immersion of rain, in a flash, it began to be soft. Afterwards, there was more and more rain. Become sparse.

Someone was busy stepping forward and helped Fang Wenjing.

In Fang Wenjing's eyes, with a daze.

He ... is a bit ignorant.

Just ... did you seem to curse?

Scolding God?

God is angry?

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