Abandoned by the best children? I just take out the space

"I wonder who dares to arrest me?" Chen Changli came to the prefect in anger. As soon as he came, he heard the prefect's stupid remarks. He was so angry that he wanted to break his head.

Ke Zhifu was the biggest official in Liangcheng. He couldn't kill him, so he could only take out a token and show it in front of him.

"This token... I have seen General Chen." As soon as the magistrate saw the token, he stared at it carefully for a while to make sure it was genuine. He was so frightened that sweat broke out on his forehead, and then he saluted to Chen Changli tremblingly.

Chen Changli took back the token, his face was like an ice sculpture, and his voice was cold and ruthless: "Hurry up and summon the doctors in the city, then gather all the medicinal materials, and ask the doctors to treat the people in the city and prepare medicine. As for the refugees outside, you also Let people make medicine and send it out, and the dead refugees must be burned."

He had already written down the medicine Wan Shufang prescribed to the villagers, and immediately wrote out the prescription and gave it to the prefect.

He also specifically warned: "Go and arrange everything quickly, don't waste any more time, otherwise Liangcheng will be swept by the plague, and Liangcheng may become a dead city."

His voice was as cold as ice, and the prefect was so frightened that he panicked.

He quickly assured: "Please rest assured, General Chen, I will definitely do a good job in this matter."

"Just do this, don't do unnecessary things, otherwise I won't mind cutting off your head to appease the refugees outside." Chen Changli's eyes suddenly became sharper than a sharp knife.

The prefect was so frightened that he quickly put all his little thoughts aside and said flatteringly: "All the subordinates listen to the general. Please don't worry, general."

After saying this, he carefully wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Chen Changli snorted coldly at him: "It's best this way."

He urged the prefect to take action quickly, and then tried to find a way to contact his people.

It took him a long time to get in touch with someone, and then told him about the refugees here, so that his people could prepare in advance.

He then thought about Old Master Shen, wrote a letter with a gloomy eyebrow, and then used a flying pigeon to send the letter back to people to investigate the Yangzhou Magistrate.

He handed over most of the information and went to keep an eye on the prefect.

The prefect had heard of Chen Changli's reputation and knew that he was a murderous man with a bad temper.

He did not dare to reject his words at all, and got busy with the officials in Liangcheng.

The doctors from Liangcheng were also called together and began to treat everyone and prepare medicine.

The prefect did not dare to ignore the refugees outside the city gate, but no one dared to go out at this time, and everyone was in a stalemate for a while.

The prefect was so angry that he yelled: "Chen Changli is a living king of hell. He kills without blinking an eye! He is here with us now. If we can't even handle this, he will definitely kill us and drink together."

"Sir, there is a raging plague outside. We are just a bunch of mortals, how dare we run out? Aren't you going to kill us by telling us this?" Judge Tong's face wrinkled up with worry.

The magistrate was so angry that his beard trembled: "Do you think I want to explain this? It's not forced by the King of Hell. If you don't want to be hacked to death by the King of Hell, you should come up with an idea quickly."

"Just spend money to hire people." Zhizhou clapped his hands and came up with an idea, "What those lowly civilians lack most is money. If we give them enough money, they will definitely be willing to die."

"You make sense, okay, let's do it." The prefect accepted this suggestion and immediately took some money to hire someone.

There were already some people in the city who were short of money. When they saw that the prefect offered money to ask for help, they enthusiastically signed up.

As soon as Chen Changli came over, he saw the lively scene of registration, and his brows twisted into a knot unconsciously.

When he found out what happened, he almost laughed out of anger.

"This prefect has really made a good official."

The words full of sarcasm were full of hostility. Chen Changli turned around to find the prefect. Unexpectedly, he turned around and saw a familiar person.

"Wan Conghe? Didn't you go to Yangzhou? Why are you here?"

"Master Qi, the younger one was sent here by His Highness." Wan Conghe is much thinner than before, and one can tell at a glance that he has suffered a lot recently.

He had indeed endured hardship. After all, when he received the news on the way to Yangzhou, he quickly turned back.

But some of the refugees who escaped from Yangzhou have become refugees. They burn, kill, and plunder without committing any crimes.

Wan Conghe spent a lot of effort to get rid of them, and then entered Liangcheng at night.

He originally thought he would wait for Chen Changli in Liangcheng, but he waited for several days and still didn't see anyone.

He was about to leave, but he didn't expect to be so lucky that he bumped into him directly.

He was so happy that he burst into tears: "Sir, I miss you so much!"

"Wipe your tears." Chen Changli didn't have a very good reputation in official circles. He was also cold-hearted and sarcastic towards some officials, but he was very gentle towards his own people.

Seeing Wan Conghe's tearful look, he knew that he had suffered recently, so he quickly gave him some comfort before asking, "Your Highness, do you have something to tell me?"

Wan Conghe wiped away his tears and said quickly: "There was a huge commotion in the court because of the Yangzhou incident. His Highness originally wanted his people to come to suppress the refugees and then make decisions for them and bring justice to everyone. How could he have thought that His Majesty would hand over this matter to The third prince."

"His Royal Highness is worried that the third prince will deliberately cover up the guilt of the Yangzhou magistrate, so he wants to ask you to use your own private soldiers to go to Yangzhou City."

"Of course, His Highness also said that if the situation in Yangzhou is very bad, Your Majesty will publicize what the Yangzhou magistrate has done, and he will do his best to convince His Majesty in the court."

"But as far as I know, the situation in Yangzhou is very bad. It is almost an empty city. The governor of Yangzhou has probably run away with the money. There is no need for you to go there with your private soldiers."

"What I mean is that your Excellency, go back to the capital directly. As long as you go back, the Quanrong will not dare to make any moves, and then the common people will reduce the number of military disasters."

Chen Changli's face was as cold as ice: "I think so too, but the situation of the refugees is getting worse and worse. If no one takes care of it, the world will soon be in chaos."

"What do you want to do, sir?" Wan Conghe asked quickly.

"First control the plague, and then develop accurate and effective prescriptions. At the same time, we have to lead troops to suppress the bandits and snatch some food back from the bandits."

After Chen Changli experienced the last bandit incident, he suspected that some bandits were disguised.

There must be a huge secret hidden behind these bandits collecting food.

Chen Changli didn't have time to investigate, so he could only use the name of suppressing bandits to sabotage something.

"I'll make arrangements now, little one." Wan Conghe left after saying that.

Chen Changli went to give the prefect a warning, asking him to think more about the people and not take their lives seriously, and quickly went back to find Wan Shufang.

"Daughter-in-law, I have something I want you to help me with."