The first cause of all realms

Chapter 524: The First Attempt to Keep the Precepts

Huhu~
The cold wind blows the snow and the strong smell of blood.

All night, the people in Yanzhou City were in great panic.

Hearing the faint shouts and roars, even in sleep, they would wake up with a start. When the sky was getting dark, some people finally couldn't bear it anymore, and carefully went out to wait and see.

"Cough cough~"

The coughing sound from the next door woke up Fang Ada, who had been restless in his sleep. His teeth were trembling, he put on thin clothes, and went out the door.

It was another night of heavy snow, and the snow in the small courtyard was covered with another thick layer.

He quickly boiled the fire and boiled the medicine. Before the smoke rose in the city, he had boiled a bowl full of medicine and came to the old lady's bed.

"Son, son."

The sickly old woman sat up with difficulty, swallowing the medicinal soup fed by her son, tears streaming down uncontrollably:
"It's your mother who dragged you down. We can't afford this medicine..."

"Mother, no son."

Fang Ada felt sour in his heart, and tried his best: "My son met a kind man, this medicine soup is the money he gave, your illness will definitely get better..."

"Why, how do you take other people's money..."

The old woman couldn't help coughing a few times.

"Mother, don't talk anymore, I will pay it back later, I will definitely pay it back..."

Fang Ada suppressed the pain in his heart, waited for his old lady to lie down, closed the door and window, and then went out.

At this time, the sky was already bright, and smoke could be seen rising in the city. In the nearby yard, there was also the aroma of porridge and rice, as well as uncontrollable crying.

"Who died again?"

Fang Ah thought dumbly.

In a year, the cold winter is always the most difficult. In the past, every year in the cold winter, a large number of old people could not help but die, but now, it is needless to say.

There used to be 43 families in Xiaoque Lane where he lived, but now there are about a dozen houses with white cloth hanging outside their doors.

It's just that there is no funeral.

Including his father and brother, the poor families in the seven urban districts of the outer city did not even have money for funerals, and there were not a few of them who had their bodies buried for half a month or even several months.

People who sell themselves as slaves like him can be found everywhere.

What is even more sad than this is that recently, there is no place to sell themselves as slaves, and several big families in the city that have connections with the rebel army no longer want males.

As long as a handsome girl under fourteen...

As the night passed, the wind and snow finally stopped, and as the sun rose, there were scattered figures in the city, but most of them were hiding in the dark and watching.

It has been the eighth day since the Great King's Banner was changed in the city, and the panic in the city is still there, but most people have gotten used to it.

Under the old tree at the entrance of the alley, there are neighbors nearby, either sitting or standing, mostly with sad faces, and a small number of people with numb expressions.

"Yan's army, is it down now? The shouts of killing last night seemed to come from outside, but no one seemed to leave the city... Could it be that someone from the court called?"

"It doesn't make much difference whether you come or not! In my opinion, it's better not to come. After finally feeding the pack of hungry wolves, come a pack of vicious dogs! I'm afraid we won't have a chance to survive..."

"The imperial court, swallow bandits, and raccoons of a feather are not good things! I don't know which group of gangsters brought down the swallow bandits..."

"My family is running out of food..."

"My god! Don't give people a way to survive!"

……

Long and short sighs, after Fang Ada approached, he paused for a while, and after recognizing the person, he started talking again on his own.

Frightened, aggrieved, apprehensive...

All kinds of emotions filled Fang Ada's heart, but he thought of Jiang Wu and the great master he saw before he fell into a coma.

He couldn't help it:
"It's different, this time, it's different..."

"Different?"

A tightly wrapped old man couldn't help turning his head when he heard the words, and glared at him:
"Before the Yan thief entered the city, some people said that, but what's the difference? Those who were exploited by the imperial court were not as serious as them! Poor my boy, he was dragged into the rebellion just like that!"

"God damn bandits, robbed my daughter, bastard, she's only 12 years old!"

……

When one person made a sound, everyone couldn't help it. The saliva almost drowned Fang Ada. He retreated in embarrassment, and wanted to explain, when he heard a scream from a distance.

hula la~
In the next moment, everyone in the alley and alley ran towards their yard like frightened birds, even Fang Ada shook unconsciously and hid in the shadows.

Dangdang~
Not long after, the voice approached, it was a capable middle-aged man, he was struggling to beat the gong, his voice was a little hoarse, but his expression was excited:

"The Swallow Thief has been wiped out! Master Yang has wiped out the Swallow Thief, and wants to open a warehouse for relief..."

"Every household sends someone out, go to the state government to get food! Open a warehouse to release food! There are still clothes and bedding, go!"

"Go! Go!"

Beating the gong again and again, shouting again and again.

The man walked back and forth in the streets and alleys, his voice became hoarse, however, although there were pairs of eyes staring at him inside the closed door, no one came out.

Not even the slightest response!

"The swallow thief was wiped out?!"

Only Fang Ada was shocked, recalling the scene he saw before he passed out on the top of the wall, he was the first one to stand up.

"Folks, I'm Fang Ada! I'll take a look on your behalf!"

Fang Ada shouted loudly.

He knew very well that the common people in Yanzhou City had been terrified almost all these years.

Therefore, he yelled loudly to attract everyone's attention, and ran towards the state government first. He was excited and apprehensive, but when he saw Jiang Wu in front of the state government, all worries were swept away.

"Hero Jiang!"

Fang Ada picked up two sacks of rice grains, turned around and ran without greeting Jiang Wu, and shouted as he ran, notifying the people in the nearby streets.

"This kid is also alert..."

Jiang Wu was dumbfounded, but he couldn't help but nodded, seeing Fang Ada's purpose.

"Register your name, it is strictly forbidden for anyone to claim it!"

After regaining his senses, Jiang Wu mercilessly scolded all the servants in the prefecture's office, the officials with swords and pens, and he really looked down on those who surrendered to the bandits and served them.

A group of yamen servants, knife and pen officials were silent like cicadas, their faces were pale, they could only say yes repeatedly, the man in front of them had killed hundreds of people in eight days, which made them fear from the bottom of their hearts.

"Really, really paid?!"

"Is it fake? Why would someone give us food?"

"That's Xiaoquexiang Fang Ada! This is a filial child who sold himself into slavery in order to treat his old mother!"

……

Fang Ada ran all the way back to the alley.

At the beginning, those who saw him were skeptical, but finally some people couldn't bear it and rushed to the state government...

one, two...

As more and more people received food, the rest of the people finally walked out of the house and rushed to the state government office in a swarm, which made many government officials who maintained order feel overwhelmed.

The whole city was in an uproar and boiling, and for a while, it seemed that the severe winter cold had been suppressed.

"God damn swallow thief!"

Holding the counting list, Jiang Wu felt a fire burning in his chest. Compared with before the war, the number of people in Yanzhou City had decreased by more than [-]%.

"He should be killed, he can't escape. Brother Jiang, please go arrest him!"

Yang Jian, who had changed into a martial robe, was sitting in front of the case and flipping through the documents Jiang Wu handed over, feeling chills in his heart.

Yanzhou City was once the most prosperous place in the Northwest Road, and Dazhou, which was comparable to Daocheng, had so many casualties in such a prosperous place.

What about the rest of the Northwest Road?
"I would like to do the work of a dog and a horse for Hero Yang!"

Jiang Wu knelt down on one knee with a solemn expression, but he let out a long sigh of relief in his heart.

What he was most afraid of was that Yang Ju would leave after saying 'let it go', that Yanzhou City would really be doomed...

"Troubled times..."

Yang Ju took a deep breath and began to read the files and documents.

To manage the city and appease the people, it is much more difficult for him than to fight on the battlefield. Opening warehouses to release food is just one of them, but it is already extremely troublesome.

The relocation of the rebel army, the replacement of yamen servants, the strange merchants hoarding together, the rich households who befriended gangsters, the gangsters who took advantage of the fire...

One pile after another, even for old officials who have been in office for many years, it is enough to cause headaches.

But Yang Qiu didn't shirk it. On the contrary, he declined the self-recommendations of many poor scholars in the city and handled it himself.

Firstly, he doesn't trust these people, and secondly, he also wants to try, so as to practice his own 'law of keeping precepts'.

After the blizzard that night, the sky cleared up. Although it was still cold, it was not difficult to go out.

Gradually, Yanzhou City also regained its vitality. It was no longer a deserted scene like a dead city. All kinds of vendors and shops have also started to operate, and there is still a bit of a bustling scene.

This is what the disciples of Vientiane Mountain, headed by Qi Wensheng, came on a fast horse, passing through the ruins still filled with gunpowder smoke.

"Uncle, he really captured Yanzhou City, and..."

Qi Wensheng's eyes were a little dazed.

The scene in front of me overlapped with the flesh and blood battlefield outside the city, which together explained one thing, Yanzhou City changed hands again!
There were tens of thousands of soldiers, who once pointed directly at Daocheng in the northwest, and even Lord Yan Dong, who had already called himself the "King of Yan", was defeated in such a short period of time.

And, most likely only one person!
"This……"

A group of Confucian scholars looked at each other in blank dismay.

When they received the letter, they were skeptical, but even if they believed it, they thought that Yanzhou City was in ruins at this time, but they didn't expect that order had been initially restored.

"go!"

Qi Wensheng reacted the fastest, even though he was still terrified, he knew what he should do at this time.

Not long after reporting his history, he saw his little uncle again, but it was outside the inner yamen, among the crowded crowd.

In the solemn and transparent lobby, Yang Qiang was sitting upright, and below, two rows of yamen servants lined up one by one.

"This is a trial?!"

Qi Wensheng was astonished, and the rest of the Confucian scholars also looked strange.

But as each prisoner was interrogated, sentenced or released, the expressions of the crowd changed. This little uncle, who was just a martial artist in their eyes, was actually judging the case rigorously.

And it's not an unreasonable sentence...

only……

Looking at the gavel fell and the junior uncle who punished everyone, Qi Wensheng was at a loss:

"This, whose law is this?!"

　Good night everyone, Gouzi continues to code.

　
(End of this chapter)