Runaway Mengfei is not easy to mess with

Chapter 367 Yingcheng
Although the old man didn't say much, every word wept blood, every sentence was like a needle, piercing Chu Tianmu and Xilinglan's heart for a while.

Everyone was silent.

After a long while, the old man seemed to realize something, and hurriedly got up to plead guilty: "It's all because the little old man was quick-mouthed and rude to the nobleman. The emperor's auspicious people have their own aura, and the blessings are all in the sky, so it will be fine..."

Xilinglan sighed and waved her hands: "Don't panic, old man, Ding Si, give the old man 20 taels of silver and a bag of dry food, and send him back to the villagers."

Seeing that he said something wrong, the old man was not only fine, but also got food and money, he was overjoyed, thanked him quickly, and was invited out of the arbor, so naturally someone sent him away.

Xilinglan looked back and saw Chu Tianmu's face was grim, she could only comfort her: "Now the situation is severe, there is no use for us to worry, we should hurry back to Kyoto."

Chu Tianmu nodded and stood up: "Continue on your way."

Er Er hesitated to speak, and the group hurried back to Chu Feng after receiving the news. Now, for ten days, they have been traveling every day except for eating, and the sleep time has been reduced to a minimum. Even Iron Man can't support it.

However, the information about the aftermath of the flood along the way, and the old man's narration just now, all show that Chu Feng's current domestic situation is quite serious. I'm afraid the court in the capital is in chaos. If he doesn't go back in time, the consequences will be disastrous.

Thinking of this, Er Er finally swallowed his words of persuasion, followed silently, got on his horse, and headed towards Yingcheng.

Within a quarter of an hour, I saw the gate of Yingcheng. It was close to noon, but the gate was closed tightly, and the walls were heavily guarded, with soldiers patrolling back and forth.

Under the city wall, thousands of disaster victims crowded at the city gate, begging, scolding, or threatening, trying to get the soldiers on the city gate to open the city gate.

When Xilinglan and his party approached, they heard a leading captain on the city gate shouting at the people below the city gate: "Retreat quickly, the magistrate has ordered that no refugee is allowed to enter, and you are limited to disperse within an hour." Go, otherwise, shoot to kill!"

This sentence stabbed a hornet's nest, the hunger/thirst was unbearable, and all the hope of survival lay in the refugees in Yingcheng, and the pot exploded immediately.

"Fart! Why don't you let us in!"

"That's right, let me in!"

"Master General, please let us in. My youngest son hasn't eaten for three days. Please, please do me a favor and give us a way to survive!"

"These dog officials don't care about our life or death! It's dead anyway, let's fight them!"

……

Chu Tian's face was as sinking as water, and the veins in the hand holding the horsewhip burst out. With a "squeak", the agarwood handle, and the horsewhip entwined with gold and silver threads were pinched into two pieces, "What's going on here?" It was almost A word escaped through the teeth.

Bing San waved his hand, and the secret guard who had sent the old man to catch up with the large group of refugees came forward and reported in a low voice.

It turned out that since half a month ago, victims of the disasters had come to Yingcheng one after another. The prefect of Yingcheng also opened a warehouse to give out porridge at the beginning, and received thousands of victims.

However, the supplies in Yingcheng were limited, so many victims needed food, shelter, and medicine. The prefect of Yingcheng soon couldn't bear it anymore, and sent reports every day, asking for support from the capital.

Every day in Kyoto, the prefect of Yingcheng insisted, persisted, and continued to persist!It has been going on for half a month. Seeing more and more disaster victims pouring into Yingcheng, the life of local residents in Yingcheng has been affected.On the one hand, the needed support will never come, and on the other hand, thousands of disaster victims are waiting to be fed. The prefect is not a god, so of course he can't stand it.

PS, I went out to play during the Mid-Autumn Festival today, it’s even later, la la, happy holidays everyone, why~~ I want to eat mooncakes!
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