Daily life of slaying demons in the government

Chapter 268 Chance Encounter
After returning from Broken Mirror Lake, Yang Qian's mind was restless all the way.

I feel that the world is so chaotic. One wave after another, one after another, it's all about life and death, it's hard for people to just go with the flow.

I originally thought that I would just be an official, and then practice cultivation "as fate would have it", striving to live a life of leisure and wealth. If I was lucky enough to have a chance to live forever, that would be the best thing.

But now, Yang Qian has a much greater sense of urgency.

The information Xu Xiushan gave was that he would come to find Yang Qian soon after he dealt with the disaster within the sphere of influence of the Five Thunder Palace, and asked Yang Qian to be careful for the time being.

Yang Qian was also prepared to have a detailed discussion with Xu Xiushan about the matter of Huashen Sect and Zhou Zhong in person when the time comes.

As soon as we arrived outside the city, a camp came into view.

After Liu Chuan discussed with Ge Shuni, he took out the original city guard training ground outside the city and transferred tents from the military supplies to accommodate the people who were displaced in the catastrophe and to receive the refugees who continued to pour into the city.

The cleanup in the city was very troublesome because so many people died. Just dealing with the bodies was an extremely time-consuming and laborious task.

The surrounding quicklime has almost been removed. Now there is no way to bury them, so we can only burn them directly. Fortunately, they are all mummies, so burning them does not require much firewood.
So from a long distance away you could see huge columns of black smoke rising from the city.

Dig nearby, burn nearby. There are far fewer people in the city than outside the city. Once a piece of land is cleared, the houses must be repaired as soon as possible.

The house involved a land deed and a huge amount of money. The dead, the living, and the relatives were all in a mess. Yang Qian was overwhelmed when he heard Liu Chuan talk about this. He felt lucky that he didn't have to deal with these things.

However, something seemed to be wrong outside the city today. When I passed by the camp, I saw a lot of people gathered in one place, and I could vaguely hear noises.

"Go check what's going on?" Yang Qian turned around and said to Zhao Chen beside him. Although the Patrol Division is not responsible for public security, it cannot turn a blind eye when it encounters a situation like this, especially when the government offices are seriously understaffed.

Soon, Zhao Chen and a few others went there and seemed unable to get out.

Yang Qian frowned. He knew Zhao Chen's ability. He had investigated the fire case in the evidence building, which was so difficult to investigate before. Although he was not a cultivator, he was quite skilled among warriors. He wouldn't be surrounded by a group of people who looked like refugees and couldn't get out, right?

"grown ups?"

"Let's go and take a look." Yang Qian frowned and walked over with a group of police officers and yamen runners.

Without making a sound, the people in front of him would subconsciously avoid Yang Qian's robes and the sharp aura he exuded. No one dared to meet his gaze with their heads down.

When he entered the crowd, Yang Qian was so angry that he laughed.

Zhao Chen and his companions were seen being held on the thighs by several crying women, who refused to let them leave. They were shouting that Zhao Chen and his companions were bullying outsiders.

After working in the Patrol Office for a long time, he is used to dealing with extremely vicious criminals, but he is unable to deal with a shrew who throws a tantrum?
Seeing Yang Qian leading people over, the women were a little scared, but they gritted their teeth and cried even louder, and kept telling the people around them how pitiful they were, how they were bullied by others, and even by the officials.
Although it was splashed, the matter was still made clear.

There was a shed nearby with a stove, pots and pans, and several men and women dressed like wealthy families, as well as servants. Yang Qian understood what was going on.

It was nothing more than someone coming to distribute porridge, and these refugees wanted to eat more and take more, but the porridge distributor felt that they had to follow the rules, so these people were unreasonable and wouldn't give in. After Zhao Chen came, he started to rely on Zhao Chen.

You can't say that this kind of person is bad, he is just after a bite of food. But he is as annoying as a fly.

When he was in Sandao City, Yang Qian had dealt with this kind of people a lot.

Zhao Chen could have kicked away the woman who was hugging his legs, but the other party was splashing water herself and was not a vicious person. He was worried about hurting her for a moment, so he hesitated.

"Sir, I..." Zhao Chen was very ashamed and was about to explain to Yang Qian, but was interrupted by Yang Qian waving his hand. Yang Qian looked around at the ragged refugees watching the excitement, then turned to a yamen runner beside him and said, "How should we deal with those who cause trouble in the camp and incite unrest?"

"In reply to your words, according to the wartime control order temporarily activated by the Lord of the Mansion, anyone who causes trouble and incites unrest in the camp can be killed on the spot."

Yang Qian glanced at the yamen runner who was speaking, and felt a chill on his back. He swallowed his saliva, then drew the oxtail knife from his waist, and shouted: "Those who incite unrest will be killed on the spot!"

With a loud shout, the remaining yamen runners drew their weapons from their waists, gritted their teeth and rushed forward.

Zhao Chen and the others who were hugged by the thighs were stunned for a moment and subconsciously reached out to touch the hilt of the knife at their waist.

Just as the sharp blade was about to chop the first woman's head, Yang Qian suddenly spoke.

"Stop. Who told you to kill the refugees?"

With just this one sound, the blade was only three inches away from the woman's neck. If it had been a little slower, or if the bailiff wielding the knife had not had just a little less skill, the woman would have been killed by the knife.

Yang Qian did not even look at the women who were already paralyzed on the ground and peed themselves in fear. He looked at the crowd around him who wanted to disperse but did not dare to move, and said loudly: "It is not easy to escape. You should cherish the food you have. Don't be petty here. Be careful not to lose your food.

This time it's just a warning, next time it won't be so easy.

What? Don’t you have to queue up to get porridge? What are you doing surrounding me? "

As soon as Yang Qian finished speaking, the crowd immediately dispersed and lined up obediently, instantly resolving the chaotic situation.

"My Lord, I am incompetent."

Yang Qian shook his head at Zhao Chen but said nothing. He turned and left the camp gate and headed towards the city.

After Yang Qian left, people outside the porridge stall began to talk about it. Many people were frightened just now and thought that the women were dead. Fortunately, they survived.

People started to get busy in the porridge stall.

Today, the porridge was distributed by the academy. The porridge was made from the academy's stored grain, and the people who cooked and distributed the porridge were the academy's servants and students.

"Who was that adult just now?"

One of them, a pretty girl who looked no more than sixteen or seventeen years old, asked curiously in a low voice to her classmate next to her.

"It's Yang Qian, the chief officer of the Patrol Office, Sir Yang."

"Looks so fierce!"

"Vicious? I heard that if it weren't for him, 80% to 90% of us would have died that night. He is the best master in our city!

In my opinion, we should do things like Lord Yang did, and those who don't follow the rules should be punished, and see if they dare to cause trouble again in the future!"

"That's true."

After a brief chat, the porridge stall became busy again.
(End of this chapter)