Prodigal Son of the Ming Dynasty

  Chapter 1053 Heaven is impermanent

  It is by no means an easy task to remove the population from flooded areas on a large scale.

   After all, it is drought and there is no flood.

   Besides, people are seldom willing to leave their native land easily.

   Not only that, no one is willing to give up everything they have, and in a short period of time, carry their burdens and follow the government to seek refuge.

   Therefore, the magistrate suppresses the magistrate, and the magistrate suppresses the servants below. These wolfish servants are afraid of being blamed by the superiors, so naturally they don't care much.

   Almost broke into the house, extremely rude.

  Jiujiangwei has also taken action, and with the holy order, began to dispatch.

  Suddenly, several low-lying places involved a population of 70,000 to 80,000 people, and suddenly became a **** on earth.

  Crying for father and mother everywhere, soldiers are like bandits.

  Some big households suffer the most.

  Ordinary people, even if they don’t have anything, they hide for a while. After all, the government has promised food relief.

   But the big family, after all, has a large population, so many mansions and fields are still here?

  God knows if I'm gone, there is no one here, whether someone will miss it.

  It may be because of the Holy Order above.

  His Majesty personally made the decree, and the pressure is all on the magistrate. If the big households refuse, the small people will probably be even more unwilling. At that time, I don’t know how many black hats will fall, let alone how many heads will fall.

   Therefore, the guards all launched a ruthless attack, leading the officers and soldiers of Jiujiang Guards to directly break through the door and drag people away.

  The gentry were frightened.

   I have never seen such a cruel thing.

   Not only that, why does His Majesty have such a will?

  Drought all over the place, the population will suddenly migrate.

  The trembling gentry had to be guarded by the government obediently, and went to some higher ground.

  Afterwards, the officials were either looking for vacant houses or ordinary dilapidated Temples of the City God.

   After all, all this is too urgent. Most of these vacant places are ruined buildings. Countless people are placed here.

  Occasionally, someone will say in a mess: "It's not good, it's not good, the Hekou Zhou family is fighting with the government..."

  In the Temple of the City God.

  Dozens of gentry gathered together in shock, and they still have lingering fears. In fact, the general drought did not have much impact on them.

After all, they are landlords, and the landlords have food reserves, which can fully cope with the immediate catastrophe. Not only that, after the catastrophe, the price of grain often rises. Although they have no harvest this year, the price of grain in previous years has been several times higher. Even more than ten times.

  Ordinary ordinary people will go bankrupt in a disaster year. In order to survive, they have to borrow money.

  In times of calamity, with food and money in hand, it is much easier to annex land.

   To some extent, a disaster year is a carnival. In every disaster year, as long as the gentry can seize the opportunity, their net worth can more than double.

  Unfortunately, at this juncture, the population is suddenly relocated.

  The old gentry Fang Wenjing couldn't help but whispered: "Yes, this is the government forcing the people to rebel, no wonder others."

  The other gentry looked at each other and nodded secretly.

Fang Wenjing sighed: "Look at this day, look at this scorching sun, at this moment, we are suddenly moved here, what is this going to do? They say that the current emperor is a good emperor, old man... there is nothing to say, Thinking about it... there must be a traitor in the court, how could there be such a decree? We are all law-abiding ordinary people, and we have suffered such an indiscriminate disaster. Hey, these days... how do we live, the old man's house is not yet God knows if there will be any thieves thinking about it, and those places...those places..."

  Fang Wenjing was so excited that she couldn't breathe and coughed desperately.

   "Mr. Fang, that's all. The government has always been bullying the people. What can we do? But Mr. Fang is right in saying that there are treacherous officials in the court."

   Someone blinked their eyes: "You mean that dog-like Fang Jifan?"

  Everyone fell silent.

  The man felt a slip of the tongue, and also shivered, and didn't continue talking.

   It was still chaotic outside.

  The county sent people to deliver porridge, and the victims scolded again, because everything was too urgent, and the county couldn't transfer much food.

  Fang Wenjing ate the clear soup with little water, and almost stomped her feet: "The County Lord Liu has always been respectful to us, but this time, he is merciless, hmph!"

   "Yes, I wanted to see him several times, but he refused to see him. I don't know what this means."

   "This is harming the people. I heard that some people refused to leave and were beaten to death by the guards."

  Fang Wen trembled quietly, slammed the bowl, and dropped it, splashing tiles everywhere.

  He sternly said: "I don't believe it anymore, there is no justice in this world, old man... this old man is going to sue the imperial court, sue these dog officials, come, come, come..."

   "Master." A man came forward, bowing his waist.

  Fang Wenjing said: "The old man is writing a letter, you take this letter yourself, hurry up and send it to my nephew, tell the old man in his hometown that he can't live, let him figure it out!"

   As he spoke, he asked someone to take out a pen and paper, wrote a letter, and then looked at the other gentry: "What do you say?"

   "We...we..."

   "This is pleading for the lives of hundreds of thousands of people, can you stand by and watch? If there is no movement in the temple, those dog officials don't know how to bully me and other ordinary people!"

   Someone stood up: "Okay, count me in."

The others seemed to be inspired, and stepped forward one after another, looking down at what was written in the letter. Someone timidly said: "This...this...Mr. Fang, this letter is too explicit, can you delete the word Fang Jifan and just say yes As a treacherous minister, why bother naming names, it’s not good, it offends people.”

Fang Wenjing yelled angrily: "What dare not say, I am still afraid of him? I am an old bone, and I will die with him, hmph, I have also read books and understand the truth, I will die in righteousness... I... still Afraid of this little thief, if I am afraid of him, my surname is not Fang, I will be surnamed after this dog!"

  Fang Wenjing scolded angrily while dipping in the ink, directly inkd out the three characters Fang Jifan on the square head, and wrote the word 'traitor' next to it.

  Everyone sighed one after another: "Mr. Fang is an upright person."

  Fang Wenjing then handed the letter to Laifu.

   Laifu is busy and has been ordered to go.

   But here, it is still a mess. There are thousands of people gathered in this hill, and there are even more people in other places.

  I heard that in some counties, the entire county was moved because the terrain was too low. Many bandits even took the opportunity to go to the emptied house and ransack it.

  I don’t know how many people, thinking of home in their hearts, gathered in this harsh place, braving the venomous sun with tears streaming down their faces, looking at the countless cracked loess, choked up and speechless.

  Fang Wenjing only lived here for more than a day, and then fell ill.

  On the one hand, he was depressed, and on the other hand, he couldn't adapt to the crude conditions.

   At noon the next day, he dragged his sick body to the outside of the dilapidated City God Temple.

  Seeing that the place is full of people lying here and there, he is a gentry, so it’s not bad, at least he can live in a shaded place. Others are not so lucky.

Looking at this scene, he was leaning on a stick, pointing in the direction of his hometown, and couldn't help but burst into tears: "I'm afraid I can't bear it anymore with my body, hey, how could the morals of the world become so dangerous... "

   As he spoke, he stomped his feet.

"Your Majesty trusts the villains around you. If you look at it this way, Your Majesty will also be in the dark. Take a look, Tang Xuanzong was also a sage when he was young, but when he was old, he was still confused. .I see... hard times are still ahead, don't give us a way out."

  He began to curse.

  Many people were scolded by him, and they all bowed their heads and cried.

The guards and officers and soldiers saw the situation and wanted to come forward. They saw that it was Mr. Fang who scolded him, and they seemed to be afraid of him. They dared to attack the unconvinced ordinary people, but this Mr. Fang, If it wasn't for the death order from the superiors that he must be moved out, who would dare to offend him.

  So many people pretended to be deaf and dumb, and dispersed separately.

  Fang Wenjing's scolding sounds seemed to be hitting the sore spots of many people, and they also became noisy.

  Intermittent time, there are all kinds of curses.

Fang Wenjing pointed to the sky, her face flushed with excitement: "Without saying a word, he moved the people and made people displaced. Is this still a good emperor? I haven't lived for a few years, so I just want to ask, you god, Are you still letting people live?"

   Speaking of this, all of a sudden, it was... a bolt from the blue!

  Boom...

  Everyone was stunned.

  Fang Wenjing's frightened face turned pale.

  Unable to support his body, he trembled violently, and then fell to the ground with his crutches and his whole body.

  Boom...

   Another muffled thunder.

   Between the sky and the earth, it became dark in an instant.

   And then...

   There was a strong wind.

   It seems that because the heat from the previous severe drought has not yet dissipated, waves of heat swept across madly, making Fang Wenjing unable to open her eyes.

   All of a sudden, there was silence on this hill.

  Boom...

  Lightning flashed across the pitch-black sky. The lightning was like a silver snake, and it disappeared in an instant.

  People looked at the sky in astonishment.

   Heaven is impermanent!

   Immediately after…

   The pouring rain fell from the sky.

   This terrible downpour, sloping down like crazy.

   "Quick, quick... shelter from the rain..."

   Someone yelled.

Fang Wenjing fell into the mud. The originally cracked and dried mud was harder than stones. Soon, soaked by the rain, it began to soften in an instant. After that, the rain became more and more, all of a sudden, become pulpy.

  Someone rushed forward and helped Fang Wenjing up.

  Fang Wenjing's eyes were blank.

  He... was a little confused.

  Just now... I seem to be swearing?

   Are you scolding God?

  God is angry?

  (end of this chapter)