The Ming Dynasty’s Prodigal Son

Under the thunder and thunder, heavy rain poured.

But countless people still looked up at the sky, still looking up.

Someone responded: "My crop, my crop ..."

But quickly, he was stopped.

This rain is terrible.

Everyone hid in the City God Temple.

Everyone has worries about the future.

The City God Temple seems to be unable to withstand the rain. Fortunately, it is on a hill. There are many trees on this hill, so I do n’t worry about triggering a rock flow.

The rain was so anxious that it washed out countless small ditches and rushed to the ground.

Although it is wet, it is unavoidable to rain, countless people are crowded together, people are worried.

Someone thought that he could not close the window that was cracked by the storm and looked at the outside. This is a world of rain. Except for the shower, nothing could be seen clearly.

The officers began to fire urgently.

According to His Majesty's Decree, the orders of the prefects, at this moment, the most important thing is to prevent epidemic and keep warm.

Suddenly, the sky changes. Once someone can't stand the sharp edge of the sky, some people will inevitably start to breed diseases, and a large number of people gather together, it is possible to evolve into an epidemic.

They brought in the dry wood that had been prepared, vacated the open space in the middle of the crowd, and began to burn.

Then, above this campfire, iron pots were hung.

In the iron pan, some herbs were cooked.

Not only that, but also distributed some rice wine.

Fang Wenjing was sitting on a long stool, watched by several gentry and consuls. He was blind, and the flames of the campfire were reflected in the depths of his cloudy eyes.

He was a little ignorant.

I'm still worried now, did I say the wrong thing, my God, this rain, because God is angry, won't you really hire it yourself.

Of course, he slowly settled on God, it should not be ... no ...

He sat blankly.

This night, no one can sleep well.

Everyone listened to the sound of the shower outside, and everyone's heart was panic.

Fang Wenjing took a nap.

When he woke up and opened his eyes, the first thought was ......... The rain stopped, and the rain stopped and it was time to go home.

but……

The torrential rain outside is still like a note.

Among the crowd, many people are already uneasy.

"I want to go home, and I need a house. I still have a pig at home."

"Barn, my barn ..."

Such a heavy rain is terrible. These heavy rains have fallen for a full night ... but there is no sign of stopping ...

Fang Wenjing also began to change his complexion.

Own mansion, those furniture, so many books in the study, and the collection of calligraphy and painting ...

He got up on crutches and opened the hot soup medicine handed over by someone, Wei Wei trembling: "No, no, you have to go home and see."

"Can't go back." A clerk stopped him with a scorched head. The clerk obviously came back from the outside, his face was blue, and his body was still wet. Live: "Can't go back ... back ... I can't go back, I slam ... I slam ..."

It broke ...

All of a sudden, everyone exploded.

"Did you see it with your own eyes?"

The bureaucrat couldn't help crying: "At this time, who dares to go to Jiangdi ... who dares to go? It's just ... just ... under our hills, it has ... have become a country and a country! "

Suddenly, no hundreds of people thumped their chests.

Fang Wenjing was almost mad, he was trembling, looking at the clerk: "A piece of Ze Guo?"

"Several sergeants, just under our hills, found a torii, this torii ..." Shu Li's teeth kept shaking, he stared at Fang Wenjing: "This is more than twenty miles away , Floating from Ewha Village, it was a torii built by Li Hua Village ’s strong woman Zhao Shi 17 years ago! "

Everyone ... It was like a thunderbolt on the sunny day, with no eyes, and a trace of despair across his face.

Finished, this time is completely finished.

A torii can be washed away by the flood, and it was washed away for more than twenty miles.

So ... what else hasn't been washed away?

I'm afraid ... everything under the hill is destroyed.

Your own house, your own land, your own pig, your own chicken ... everything and everything ... I'm afraid it's totally different, and nothing is left.

By the way, there is a barn, there is food in the barn ...

The only thing that can be tidied up is the softness of gold and silver, but nothing else.

Fang Wenjing was crumbling, and the rest of him was already in an uproar.

"Please rest assured, please rest assured, the county has been prepared and prepared ... The food for disaster relief, the prepared, the herbal medicine, and the prepared, thanks to the sacred ... Fortunately ..."

Fang Wenjing's body was trembling again. He looked at the book official with a brutal expression, and then ... he reacted.

Yup.

If ... If you and your family did not come here, it was not because of the decree, not because of the prefects and the prefectural government, or because of these officers and soldiers, they used force to rush everyone here.

I'm afraid that when the rainstorm comes, it will be trapped. Then, during this night, the river embankment was washed down, and then ... my family of more than 70 people, all have to be buried in the fish belly.

The water is terrible, and Fang Wenjing has no memory. At the beginning ... the rainwater smaller than this, the harm caused by it seems to be ruined.

The house is gone, the land is still yours, and you can always rebuild it in the future. The grain in the barn is gone. As long as you are alive, the Fang family has packed up so much softness, and it will not be poor, but if you are dead, you will have nothing. Alright.

My granddaughter-in-law just gave birth to a great-grandson, his three sons, his ...

He suffocated his face and suddenly burst out of breath.

Suddenly, he slipped and knelt down.

When the book official saw Fang Wenjing kneeling towards himself, he was busy and said: "Oh, no use, no use ..."

Who is Fang Wenjing, this is a famous gentry in this county, the relationship can be directly connected to the Peking teacher, and the people you know are rich or expensive; it is the county respect, and seeing him is also respectful.

I ... How can he be.

Although Fang Wenjing was kneeling, his momentum was full, his eyes swelled, and he stared at the official: "It's not you who is kneeling, but the emperor, the emperor."

The clerk was startled, and was busy avoiding sideways.

Fang Wenjing thumped his chest and fell: "Our emperor ... Which is the holy Ming ... the old folks, old folks ... My emperor is holy. My emperor is the son of heaven, and he looks at the fire. The old man knows that our people in Jiujiang are about to suffer from this. It was only after the disaster that I was ordered to order. If it were n’t for him, I ’d wait ... Do you still have a life? Ask yourself, who can survive this terrible flood? Your majesty saved the people from the fire and water ... The old man was really ashamed. At the time ... he even said that it was not bad. Now I know that if it were not my emperor ’s holy Ming, the old man, a family of more than 70 people, was afraid that there would be no place to die! "

With that said, Fang Wenjing was already bursting into tears, and old tears were vertical and horizontal.

Under this violent storm, everyone's heart is cold.

This is the most common feeling of isolation and helplessness before the disaster.

At this time, every one was in a state of anxiety and felt that they were alone and helpless.

But at this time, Fang Wenjing shouted so.

Suddenly, it seemed that people began to give a little hope.

Yes.

Since the emperor has made a decree, he has saved us and let us survive at least.

Then ... the emperor will not ignore us.

What we worry about, at most, is the loss of some property, but the man is still alive, the emperor will not teach us to starve to death, or teach us to freeze to death, as long as people live, everything will be there in the future.

This broken temple suddenly boiled.

Although there were children crying, under the bonfire, many people fell down: "Your Majesty saved us, Your Majesty saved us, folks, everyone must have a conscience, have a conscience ... Long live my emperor ... "

"Long live my emperor ..."

All of a sudden, everyone's pale face turned a lot red.

As if all of a sudden, I saw hope in despair and saw the dawn in adversity.

"Long live my emperor."

This shout actually covered the rain outside.

………………

In a corner of Chenghuang Temple.

A poor scholar who was called Mr. Wang by his neighbors looked at it coldly.

Because he fell down ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~, he settled here early in the early years, started Mongolian learning, and taught some knowledge to the children.

Because of this, he survived.

He has a lonely nature and does not like to associate with people, even ... he has not yet married.

At first, many people didn't understand it.

Why doesn't he want to marry his wife, after all, everyone sees that he can read and write words, although it is a disgrace, some people talk about it.

But slowly, everyone seems to be used to it.

Mr. Wang narrowed his eyes.

Like his predecessor, he rode as a little Jinyi Weiti, and was ordered to observe here.

Jiujiang is not just an ordinary house, it is an important town that guards the throat of the Yangtze River. Because of this, Daming not only established Jiujiang Guard, but also military institutions such as the Huaifu Group Herdsmen. Almost any town in the world, the factory guards are indispensable. Lurking.

Mr. Wang is one of them.

Here, he secretly collected every message, and then, all these messages will be truthfully transmitted to his own by some kind of channel. After that, these messages will go through step by step. Eventually, they will appear in the North. Zhenfu Division.

Mr. Wang stared at the ruined temple, and the countless people shouted excitedly, and his heart was still like water.

But ... but a little surprised.

Awesome!

His eyes swept over everyone one by one, and on everyone's face, he seemed to seek everyone's response.

For him, it was just a humble job.

But today's atmosphere ... is very different.

How can I say that there is actually a point ... even his own desire to be touched by this emotion.

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There are at least two more chapters.

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