What am I thinking when I'm cheating on the male supporting role [Transmigration Book]

In an emergency, the big boss was calm enough to remind Han Jiao that he could not go to Yanwang Mansion for help in person.

If he knew that King Yan was brought in by Han Jiao to interfere in the rebellion incident, Elder Xu Ge might not be willing to cooperate.

Therefore, the task of informing King Yan was carried out by the big boss himself, and Han Jiao went to Cangqi Town, south of Gyeonggi, alone.

He wanted to be there as soon as possible to persuade the inspector to prevent the army from fighting the rebels again.

However, when they arrived near Cangqi Town, they found that the mountain where the rebels were hiding had been surrounded by officers and soldiers.

Since he left the Metropolitan Procuratorate and acted alone, Han Jiao could not prove that he was an accompanying official, and the guards refused to let him go.

Han Jiao didn't have time to argue, so he rushed to the camp in the valley to the north to take part in appeasing the remaining [-] refugees.

There are far fewer soldiers guarding the remaining refugees. After all, there are only old, weak, sick and disabled, and there is no threat.

The officials in charge of Fumin met Han Jiao yesterday, and asked the guards to let Han Jiao into the camp.

As soon as he entered the valley, Han Jiao frowned tightly.

The tragedy in the camp was worse than yesterday.

The military tents transferred from the Ministry of War are all worn out, and they can't play the role of shelter from wind and rain at all.

The rest of the refugees were old people, children and women. With skinny and numb faces and dull eyes looking out from the holes in the tent, Han Jiao felt unspeakably desolate.

When I saw these refugees yesterday, although they were so silent, it was a kind of docile silence that suppressed expectations.

But at this moment, the numbness on these people's faces is the despair of dying people.

The only sounds in the camp were the cries of children.

Only these children who don't know what happened are still asking for help in their own way.

They are very hungry.

Han Jiao eagerly looked at the official of the Metropolitan Procuratorate who was in charge of distributing porridge beside him: "Master Cheng! It's already the morning of the second day, why hasn't one place for porridge dispensing been set up?"

Hearing this, the official seemed to see the lunatic, and he smiled strangely, and replied: "Master Han is still planning to give porridge to these rebels?"

Han Jiao asked in shock: "What rebels? The refugees who made trouble yesterday were not these people. How can you treat them as rebels?"

The official smiled: "You think the remaining refugees don't want to rebel? That's because they don't have the strength to rebel!"

Han Jiao retorted: "I don't agree with such an arbitrary conclusion. These refugees are not rebelling. Please follow the original plan to carry out the mission of appeasement."

The official put away his smiling face and replied coldly: "The people who care for the people are innocent refugees. These people are family members who oppose the people. There is no clear instruction from the cabinet. The lower officials are only responsible for guarding."

"I am the inspector sent by the cabinet to convey instructions." Han Jiao said: "Yesterday you met with me, and the censor did not follow my instructions and killed the refugees indiscriminately, which led to this disaster. Report yesterday's incident to Mr. Xu Ge, and the cabinet will punish him after the chaos is over, you don't want to repeat his mistakes, do you?"

The official was shocked when he heard the words, and looked at Han Jiao nervously, trying to see if he was alarmist.

Han Jiao said loudly: "My lord, please don't delay any longer. Immediately carry out the task of appeasing the people assigned by the cabinet, and urgently select [-] places to start cooking porridge."

The official rolled his eyes and still didn't want to obey, so he looked helpless and said: "Master Han, don't embarrass your lowly post, the relief food has been taken away by the traitors, where can I find food to give to these traitors?" Family?"

Han Jiao said: "When I came, I already saw the grain bags piled up outside the valley!"

The official said: "That is the military rations of the officers and soldiers in front, how can it be enjoyed by the families of the rebels?"

Han Jiao said angrily, "If it's military rations, how could it be sent to the Fumin camp? What about the household officers who delivered the rations? Ask them whether this is disaster relief rations or military rations!"

The official refused: "The person who delivered the food had already left. If you want to ask, Mr. Han will go to the yamen of the household department to ask. Without clear instructions from above, the lower officials dare not move a single grain of rice."

"The higher-ups are busy calming down the chaos right now, so they don't have time to take care of appeasement matters. Instead of sharing the cabinet's worries, you refuse to carry out the originally agreed errands. What's the reason for that?"

The official also hesitated when he heard the words, so he said with a smile: "Master Han, don't be impatient, and wait patiently for the imperial court's instructions."

"Can the refugees who are dying of starvation wait? If you are afraid of taking responsibility, I will do it yourself!" Han Jiao rolled up his sleeves and ran out of the valley, carrying a bag of rice and walking back to the valley. I went to a porridge spot in the northwest corner to put down the grain, and ran out of the valley to carry the second bag of rice.

From the third trip, dirty children in the refugee camp followed Han Jiao and ran to the mouth of the valley together.

The children were stopped by the soldiers, and they watched with wide eyes, waiting for Han Jiao to bring in the big bags of rice one after another.

Walking from the disaster-stricken county to the imperial city, these children were often beaten and did not dare to make too much noise. There was a docile silence like cattle and horses on their dirty little faces, and they followed at a non-irritating distance. Han Jiao ran back and forth.

The package carried by Han Jiao smelled like grain, and the children ran along so persistently just to smell the smell.

After running back and forth seven times, Han Jiao bent down and threw down a bag of rice. He was so tired that he couldn't straighten up. He sat next to the rice, closing his eyes and panting heavily.

When he opened his eyes again, as if by a magic trick, the group of children surrounding him from a long distance in front of him suddenly doubled.

There was no skin color on the children's dirty little faces, only pairs of expectant eyes shining brightly, looking at Han Jiao quietly.

Han Jiao pursed his lips and smiled at the group of children, patted the rice bag beside him with his right hand, and asked them, "Do you want some porridge?"

Unexpectedly, no child answered, and they still looked at Han Jiao silently.

Han Jiao guessed that the abnormal silence of these children might be because they had no hope, so he patted the food again, and told the group of children in a warm voice: "As long as you obediently listen to your brother, you can set up the cauldron in a while, and you can line up in half an hour." Take the porridge to drink."

Children aged seven, eight, or even in their early ten years old still looked at him silently. Some were as young as three or five years old, and were moved by Han Jiao's words, but every time they looked forward to food, they got pain. And desperate, the young child who was moved was not only unhappy, but cried while covering his face.

The older children also began to weep silently.

"Don't cry, brother keeps his word." Han Jiao stood up with difficulty, and walked towards the children.

The older children rushed away like frightened birds, only the few children who were crying for selfishness did not move.

Han Jiao bent down and hugged the little guy who was crying the most, pinched his sleeves to wipe his tears, and promised him tenderly: "Don't cry anymore, listen to big brother, big brother will let you take the lead in a while." Eat porridge, okay?"

The scattered older children were shocked by the boy's gentle demeanor.

It seems that they have been in hell for too long, and the sudden gentle sunlight made them feel strange, but they couldn't help but want to get closer.

The children approached Han Jiao timidly.

A bold young man asked with a local accent: "Master! What do you want us to do! We know everything!"

Han Jiao was amused by the voice with a local accent, turned his head to look at the speaking child, and asked, "Do I look like a master? I do!"

The child in Han Jiao's arms stopped crying when he heard the words, looked at Han Jiao curiously, and replied in a soft voice: "The master wears official uniforms, and those who wear official uniforms are all Master Qingtian..."

The smile on Han Jiao's face froze, and he looked at the young child in his arms with a complicated expression.

These refugee children who were swallowed up by the local magistrates for disaster relief even called the officials "Master Qingtian".

Han Jiao restrained his thoughts, and told the group of children solemnly: "That's right, the master wears official uniforms. Today, I will be your master Qingtian and make decisions for you. As long as you are willing to listen to my orders, today there will be Eat porridge, eat porridge every day, and in the future, you will have land to grow and a house to live in, just like going back to your hometown, do you want to believe in me, the master of Qingtian?"

A moment of silence.

In the blank eyes of the children, hope is revived.

Suddenly, a unanimous response erupted from the valley: "Trust Master Qingtian!"

So, Han Jiao started his plan in full swing, first let the children go to the refugee camp to run and spread the word:

"Master Qingtian sent by the imperial court to appease the people is here! After a while, the porridge shed will be set up, and the folks will line up to receive the porridge, and they must not fight! The sick refugees and the elderly are the first to line up! The imperial court opened a storehouse for disaster relief, Wan Zhaozi There is enough food for the common people to share in disasters! No scrambling is allowed, and anyone who scrambles, once caught, will not be allowed to receive porridge for three days!"

"Anyone who scrambles, once caught, will not be allowed to receive porridge for three days!"

The first wave of "announcement" spread throughout the camp through the children, and Han Jiao saw numb-faced old women and women stepping out of the tent one after another and looking in his direction.

Han Jiao went on to the next step of the plan, asking the children who came back to return to the camp to continue to shout, and to choose [-] villagers with enough strength to help build the porridge shed.

Not long after, fifty refugees were selected from the camp, all women in their 40s and [-]s.

The young and middle-aged men have all fled to the mountains, and the remaining middle-aged women are stronger than the old people.

Han Jiao asked a dozen refugees to carry the supplies accumulated in the north of the camp to various porridge spots, and began to build scaffolding and pots. The rest of them went to the stream in the east to fetch water.

Because the refugees could not get out of the camp in the valley, Han Jiao was still alone in carrying the food.

I don't usually exercise, but at this moment, it's really terrible. With the No. 12 bag of rice, Han Jiao is really about to ascend to heaven.

After putting down the rice, Han Jiao looked sideways at the granary guards around him: "Do you want to make meritorious deeds?"

The guards ignored him.

Han Jiao said to himself: "Peace the victims in the valley, and let them tell the rebels on the mountain that the imperial court has not abandoned them, and the rebels on the mountain will naturally surrender. So, you just need to help me appease the people here. You all have a share in the victims of the disaster and in the peace of the chaos.”

The guards still ignored him.

The guards all knew that since Han Jiao moved the food by himself, he must not have obtained the permission of the officials of the Metropolitan Procuratorate. It was only because Han Jiao was also an official in charge of disaster relief that the guards did not stop him. This was an internal disagreement among the officials, and the guards did not dare to intervene. .

Han Jiao had no choice but to grit his teeth and carry the No. 13 bag of rice, but before he could stand up straight, he fell to the ground.

I really can't move it.

Han Jiao leaned on the rice, sat cross-legged, turned on his mouth skills again, looked up at a group of unmoved guards, and asked, "Are you all here from other places to work in Beijing? Did your parents, wives and children come together?"

The guards looked at each other suspiciously, and someone answered in a low voice, "They're all in their hometown."

Han Jiao nodded: "Which state and county are you all from? There were many floods last year, and the fields in your village didn't suffer, right?"

Someone replied: "No."

Han Jiao sighed: "That's good. The village where the fields are flooded is miserable. Just like the old people, children and women in this big camp, they have nothing to think about. They only hope that the men outside can live. Your parents and wives Son, I should be hoping that you will live a good life."

The guards fell silent.

Suddenly, a guard came out silently, stooped to pick up the rice beside Han Jiao, and whispered to Han Jiao: "My lord, I will carry a few bags of rice for you to the gate of the camp. Please carry them in by yourself so that the refugees can pick them up." It will be done in one go, don't let Mr. Cheng know, don't take credit for me."

Han Jiao finally found a helper. Although he couldn't beat Mr. Xu Ge in the quarrel, his mobilization ability was still very stable.

When the rice was cooked, the officials of the Metropolitan Procuratorate who were in charge of appeasing the people had no choice but to dispatch officers and soldiers to participate in the management together.

Han Jiao was busy supervising the queuing order of the refugees, when a soldier suddenly ran in to report: King Yan and King Ling invited Han Jiao to the barracks at the foot of the mountain to discuss matters.

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