Prodigal Son of the Ming Dynasty

  Chapter 1054 The emperor is holy

   Under the furious thunder, heavy rain poured down.

   But countless people still looked up at the sky blankly.

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

   But it was very fast and was stopped by someone.

   This rain is terrible.

  Everyone hid in the Temple of the City God.

  Everyone is worried about the future.

  City God’s Temple seems to be unable to withstand the rain. Fortunately, it is on a hill, which has many trees, so it is not worried about causing stone flow.

  The rainwater was rushing down, so countless small ditches were washed out, and they flowed to the ground in a hurry.

  Although it is humid, it is unavoidable to be rained. Countless people are crowded together, and people are full of fear.

  Some people thought that they couldn’t close the window that was slammed by the squall and rain, and looked outside. This is a world of rain. Except for the torrential rain, everything can’t be seen clearly.

  The guards urgently started to light the fire.

  According to His Majesty's decree and the prefect's order, at this moment, the most important thing to pay attention to is epidemic prevention and keeping warm.

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

  They brought the dry firewood they had prepared, made a space in the middle of the crowd, and started to burn.

   Then, above the bonfire, iron pots were hung one by one.

  In the iron pot, some medicinal materials were boiled.

   Not only that, some rice wine was also distributed.

  Fang Wen sat quietly on a long stool, with several gentry and guards watching over him. His eyes were dull, and the flames of the bonfire reflected in the depths of his cloudy eyes.

  He was a little confused.

  I am still worried about whether I said something wrong. My God, this rain is caused by God's anger.

  Of course, he slowly calmed down, it shouldn't be... no...

  He sat blankly.

   This night, no one can sleep well.

  Everyone listened to the sound of the sudden rain outside, and everyone was in panic.

  Fang Wenjing took a nap.

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

But…

  The torrential rain outside is still in full swing.

  Among the crowd, many people have already begun to feel uneasy.

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

   "The barn, my family's barn..."

  Such a heavy rain is terrible. It has been raining for a whole night...but there is no sign of stopping...

  Fang Wenjing's complexion also began to change.

  My own big house, those furniture, and so many books in the study, as well as the collection of calligraphy and paintings...

  He got up on crutches, opened the hot soup passed by someone beside him, tremblingly: "No, no, I have to go home and have a look."

"I can't go back." A scribe stopped him in a panic. The clerk obviously came back from outside. His face was ashen, and his body was still wet. He was shivering from the cold, and his body was next to the charcoal fire, and he pulled Fang Wenjing away. Live: "Can't go back... go back... can't go back, breached... breached..."

   broke...

   All of a sudden, everyone exploded.

   "Have you seen it with your own eyes?"

  The scribe couldn't laugh or cry: "At this time, who dares to go to the river embankment...who dares to go? It's just...just...under our hills, there is...a swamp country, a swamp country!"

  Suddenly, countless people beat their chests and fell to their feet.

  Fang Wenjing was almost going crazy, he was trembling, and looked at the clerk: "A whole country?"

"Several sergeants found an archway just under our hill. This archway..." The clerk's teeth were trembling, and he stared at Fang Wenjing: "This is more than twenty miles away. It came from Lihua Village, that is the memorial archway erected by the martyr Zhao of Lihua Village seventeen years ago!"

  Everyone...like a bolt from the blue, their eyes were lifeless, and a trace of despair flashed across their faces.

   It's over, this time it's completely over.

  An archway can be washed away by the flood, and it has been washed away for more than 20 miles.

   So...what else, didn't wash away?

  I'm afraid...under the hill, everything has been destroyed.

  My own house, my own land, my own pigs, my own chickens...everything...I'm afraid it's completely unrecognizable, and there's nothing left.

  By the way, there is also a barn, and there is grain in the barn...

  The only thing that can be cleaned up is the gold and silver, other than that, there is nothing left.

  Fang Wenjing was on the verge of collapse, and the rest of him were also in an uproar.

   "Please don't worry, please don't worry, the county has already prepared, all of them are ready... The food for disaster relief is ready, and the herbs are also ready, thanks to the imperial decree... Fortunately..."

  Fang Wenjing's body trembled again, he looked at the clerk with a dazed expression, and then... he came to his senses.

correct.

  If... If I and my family didn't come here, it wasn't because of the imperial decree, not because of the magistrate and magistrate's yamen, not because of these officers and soldiers who used force to drive everyone here.

   I'm afraid that when the rainstorm comes, they will be trapped, and then, in one night, the river embankment will be washed away, and then... the seventy-odd members of my family will all be buried in fish belly.

  The flood was terrible, how could Fang Wenjing have no memory of it, back then... the rain that was smaller than this, the harm it caused seemed to destroy the world.

The house is gone, the land is still my own, and it can always be rebuilt in the future. The grain in the barn is gone. As long as I am alive, the Fang family has packed up so many things, and they will not be poor. Yes.

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

  His face was suppressed, and he suddenly let out a breath.

  Suddenly, he slipped and fell to his knees.

  When the scribe saw Fang Wenjing kneeling towards him, he hurriedly said, "Oh, you can't do it, you can't do it..."

  Who is Fang Wenjing? This is a well-known gentry in this county. His relationship can be directly connected to the capital. The people he meets are either rich or noble;

  Myself...what can I do.

  Although Fang Wenjing was kneeling, she was very imposing, her eyes were bulging, and she glared at the clerk: "It's not you who is kneeling, it's the emperor, it's the emperor."

  The scribe was taken aback, and hurriedly turned sideways to avoid it.

Fang Wenjing beat her chest and fell to her feet: "Our Majesty... Holy Ming... fellow villagers, folks and elders... my emperor is holy. My emperor is the son of heaven. He knows the fire clearly. His old man knows that the people of Jiujiang are about to suffer such a catastrophe. I was ordered to come down and made a decree. If it weren't for him, would we...have life? Ask yourself, who can escape this terrible flood? In ancient times, Dayu controlled the flood, and now His Majesty saves the people from the fire. Amongst... the old man is really ashamed, at the beginning... he still spoke rudely, but now I realize that if not for my emperor's sage, the old man's family of more than seventy people, I am afraid that there is no place to die!"

   As she spoke, Fang Wenjing burst into tears.

  Under the storm, everyone's heart is cold.

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

  At this time, everyone is distraught and feels alone and helpless.

  But at this time, Fang Wenjing yelled.

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

Yes.

  Since the emperor issued an imperial decree to save us, let us at least survive.

  Then...the emperor will definitely not ignore us.

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

  The ruined temple suddenly boiled.

  Although there were children crying, under the bonfire, many people bowed down one after another: "It is His Majesty who saved us, it is His Majesty who saved us, folks, you must have a conscience, you must have a conscience...Long live my emperor..."

   "Long live my emperor..."

  It seemed that all of a sudden, everyone's pale faces turned a lot ruddy.

   It seems that suddenly, I saw hope in despair, and saw the dawn in adversity.

   "Long live my emperor."

  The shouting sound completely covered the rain outside.

  ………

   In a corner of the Chenghuang Temple.

  A down-and-out scholar who was called Mr. Wang by his neighbors watched all this coldly.

  Because he was down and out, he settled here in the early years, started elementary school, and taught some knowledge to the children.

  Because of this, he survived.

  He has a withdrawn personality and doesn't like to socialize with others. He even...he doesn't even marry a wife.

   At the beginning, many people did not understand.

  Why doesn't he want to marry a wife? After all, everyone sees that he can read and write.

  But slowly, everyone seems to have gotten used to it.

  Mr. Wang restrained the sharpness in his eyes.

  Like his predecessors, he was ordered to observe here as a mere brocade guard.

Jiujiang is not just an ordinary mansion, it is an important town guarding the throat of the Yangtze River. Because of this, Daming not only established Jiujiang Guard here, but also established military institutions such as the Huai Mansion Group Animal Husbandry. Almost any important town in the world cannot do without factory guards. of latent.

  Mr. Wang is one of them.

Here, he is secretly collecting every piece of information, and then, all of these information will be truthfully transmitted to him through some kind of channel, and after that, these information will be moved step by step, and finally, will appear in the North Town Fusi.

  Mr. Wang stared at the excited shouts of countless people in this ruined temple, and his heart was still as still as water.

  But...but I was a little surprised.

  The hearts of the people are awesome!

  His eyes swept over everyone one by one, looking for everyone's reaction on everyone's face.

   For him, this is just an inconspicuous job.

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

  How should I put it, there is actually a bit... even his own desire to be touched by this emotion.

  ...

   At least two more chapters.

  (end of this chapter)