Buddhist master [Quick Transmigration]

Liang Junlu was very desperate and dared not move, so he could only say: "I, Liang Junlu, are in charge of resettling these refugees. Who is your name?"

Hearing his self-introduction, the young man stepped out of the still picture and said in person, "Let him go."

The guard with the knife put down the knife and let Liang Junlu in.

The young man looked at Liang Junlu and said, "You are Liang Junlu?"

Liang Junlu said: "Exactly."

The young man smiled and said, "My grandpa often praised you for being a godly soldier and handsome. I was very unconvinced when I heard that, and I always wanted to compete with you."

Liang Junlu relaxed slightly and said, "If Your Excellency thinks, we can use chess instead of soldiers and have a try."

The young man chuckled, as if hearing something ridiculous, he turned his head and quickly glanced at Liang Junlu, and said, "No need. I don't like playing chess."

Liang Junlu felt the other party's disdain, and he suddenly felt rebellious, and wanted to hold the boy by his hair and push him on the carriage to teach him what it means to respect the elderly.But the other party, as a supervisor, was naturally a level higher than him, so he could only ask with a contemptuous smile, "May I ask your name?"

The young man said: "I heard that rice is falling from the sky here? What a spectacle! It's a pity that I'm not lucky enough to see it."

Liang Junlu said: "It's not raining, it's like this: Someone got some rice from somewhere, scattered it from the roof, and scattered it for half the street - now everyone picks it up - and it has become a legend." It rains. It’s actually human, not a miracle.”

The boy said: "That must be a kind person."

Liang Junlu said: "Although he pretends to be a ghost, he has indeed done some good things."

The boy rolled his eyes: "I don't think he's fair."

Liang Junlu wondered: "What's the explanation?"

The young man pointed to the refugees and said, "Look, among these refugees there are fat and thin, old and young, some with big pockets and some with small pockets. Some of them eat more, some eat less, and some Some take more rice, some take less. But sometimes people who eat a lot get less rice, and those who eat less get more rice. Isn’t that unfair? The good man just sprinkles, General Liang, you You can't just be happy, you have to make sure things are fair!"

Liang Junlu understood that what the other party said was indeed reasonable, but this matter was thankless, and it might go wrong, how dare he mess around?

He had no choice but to say in a low voice: "It's really not easy. It's fair for them to exchange rice for porridge..."

The young man said: "Why is it not easy? Isn't it good to tell them to hand over all the rice and the government will take it for the porridge?"

Liang Junlu smiled wryly, not knowing how to explain to the other party.These refugees fought desperately with him in Yuecheng, and finally fled to Dadu when they couldn't do it. They knew in their hearts how Yuecheng fell, so they didn't trust the government very much in their hearts.If he can make these people happily take out the rice they put in their pockets to the government, then he should not be called Liang Junlu, but Liang Shenxian.

Not only that, but he also had another doubt in his heart: this young man seemed innocent and ignorant, but every sentence he said pointed to the vital point, and he didn't know what kind of heart he had.It's a pity that Liang Junlu is not familiar with most of the officialdom, but the military adviser who is familiar with the officialdom... is now caught in the crowd, his face is so crowded that he can't speak a word.Liang Junlu sighed secretly, thinking that he could only rely on himself.

At this moment, the military division was suffering and couldn't tell. He was surrounded by people, and his small body was almost squeezed into a coffin board.

The physical pain was fine, but there was another toil in his heart.

He felt familiar when he saw the young man just now, the young man's carriage was also familiar, and the young guard was also familiar, but he just couldn't remember it.Now he was thinking hard while resisting external pressure, not to mention how uncomfortable it was.

Come to think of it, who is this boy?

The young man couldn't hear Liang Junlu's reply, so he sighed and said, "I also know about General Liang's difficulties, and I'm here to support you. Everyone here has picked up rice, right?"

Liang Junlu said: "Exactly."

The boy said: "In that case, do you know how to do it?"

Of course, he didn't speak these words to Liang Junlu, but to his guards with swords.After receiving the order, these people descended like fierce tigers and ran into the flock of refugees.When they saw people, they took off their clothes and poured out the rice in their pockets.After the refugees reacted, they all exploded. Those who ran out quickly were caught like chickens;

Liang Junlu had a deep relationship with the people of Yuecheng. Seeing them feel so painful, he said: "My lord, they are all good citizens, but they just didn't figure it out for a while, and they still focus on teaching..."

The young man smiled and said, "Life is the best wife, right?"

Liang Junlu was speechless, he just felt sad and hated himself for being incompetent.

The rice fell in front of the boy, and the bag he brought was full, and the remaining half was piled up into a hill.

The refugees in Yuecheng watched helplessly as the rice they had finally obtained disappeared like this, the smiles on their faces disappeared without a trace, and what was hidden under the dejection was deeper and deeper hatred.

The military division sat with them, clutching his ragged clothes pitifully.He was also taken out of his pocket by a big man just now, and the other party was very angry when he found out that he was a pauper, and tore his only robe to pieces.The military division was very distressed, and had exactly the same state of mind as the refugees.

I have seen too much, but I have never seen such too much!Mi is from Bai, but the clothes are his own!

The boy counted the amount of rice, nodded and said, "Very good. (He pointed to the bags he brought) Take these bags back to Wu's house."

When Liang Junlu heard that something was wrong, he hurriedly said, "Don't you have to give everything to the government?"

Giving to the government is completely different from giving to the Wu family. The government's food can always fall into the mouths of the refugees, and the Wu family's food will not be given to the refugees even if it is burned!If he had known that most of the money would be given to the Wu family, Liang Junlu would not have allowed them to succeed so easily even if he tried his best!

The young man turned his head to admire Liang Junlu's anxious expression, and said slowly, "Oh, did I forget to say? This morning, the Wu family's rice warehouse was stolen, and then it rained rice here. I didn't expect that the 'Dashanren' is a small thief. If you see him in the future, remember to tell him, don’t use something that has an owner to do good deeds.”

Liang Junlu clenched his fists and watched as he loaded bags of rice onto the carriage, his fingernails were bleeding from his palms.Who knows if the Wu family lost rice?Even if there is, who knows if the rice belongs to the Wu family?In the past, the Wu family just went against the grain and plucked the geese's feathers. Now they even want to grab the rations of the victims?

There were sobs among the refugees. Without these rice, they don't know if they can survive to the end of this month.

But at least there is still a pile of rice, Liang Junlu comforted himself, it is a good thing that these rice can finally enter the stomachs of the refugees...

The boy loaded the bag of rice into the carriage, thought for a moment, and suddenly remembered: "That's right! How can I forget my memory? I can't give you the rice."

Liang Junlu said: "What?!"

"That's the rice from the Sun family! They lost more than that. This is troublesome, where did some of the rice go?" The boy narrowed his eyes and approached the soup kitchen under the protection of the guards. "It seems that I I have to ask all the 'good people'."

When the young man passed by the military division, the military division carefully looked at his face and his clothes, and suddenly a flash of inspiration flashed, and he remembered!This young man is the eldest son of Prime Minister Wu's third son. He won the first prize at the age of 12. Over the years, he has been promoted all the way under the escort of his grandfather. Now he is Wu Jingfeng, the Shaoqing of Dali Temple!Although he is young, he is a genuine member of the Wu family, with Wu's ruthless blood, and he is by no means an ignorant boy.

Did he come here just to get some rice back?

It's impossible!

Wu Jingfeng turned around in front of a porridge giver, and ordered: "Take it! Search his house carefully. His porridge is so thick, he must have taken a lot of rice, and he might have crossed paths with that rice thief! "

The porridge man knelt down with a plop: "My lord, you are wronged!"

Liang Junlu stepped forward to intercede: "My lord, I know him, he is not a treacherous person."

Wu Jingfeng said: "Master Liang interceded for him, could it be possible that he also participated? ——Don't listen to me, kill Wei Bang first."

Liang Junlu looked at the old gruel man being beaten and wailing with a livid face, knowing that he should hold back at this moment, but his heart was beating harder and harder, and he couldn't stop no matter what.He clutched his chest, his eyes turned white and black, and he began to stand unsteadily.The refugees had known about his problems and looked at him worriedly. Seeing that Liang Junlu was about to die, a little girl rushed up to help him.

"General Liang!"

Seeing her being so impulsive, Wu Jingfeng was overjoyed immediately, and ordered the guards around him not to step forward with winks, and shouted: "There are assassins!"