After being dressed as a scumbag, the fascination was reborn

After the soldiers of Dazhou entered the city, the other two lieutenants Zhao Xuan and Xu Tian who led the army rushed to see Master Song.

After the two sides met, half of the army entered Guanzhou City, and the other half stayed outside the city.

This battered, windy and windy city was once again besieged into an iron barrel, and the government office that had been cleaned up by the Guanzhou prefect simply cleaned up, and a group of people lived in it.

Now the southern border is staring at the tiger, and the people in the city are full of soldiers. When they see soldiers entering the city, they are all scared to death. Many people hide in their houses and dare not go out.

It was more resistant than the reaction of the people in the small town outside the city.

It's no wonder that most of the people who stay here today are those who are unwilling to leave their homes, or those who cannot leave their homes, and because the epidemic has not dissipated, it is normal to be so anxious.

When entering the city, Master Song saw a lot of dead bodies along the road, and the whole city was so dead that it seemed deserted at first glance.

Beggars lay on the side of the road but did not dare to beg, and children curled up with their bony bodies crying in the ruins that had been beaten by people... It was a bleak scene.

In troubled times, the phenomenon of robbery, killing and seizing property has become common.

People in small towns outside the city can barely make ends meet, but people in this city can only barely survive.

No wonder Southern Border is not in a hurry to invade, and I'm afraid it has already regarded this place as its own.

Master Song sat at the head of the seat and flipped through the brochures he found in the mansion. Zhao Xuan, who was at the bottom, waited with some torment. After a while, he finally couldn't hold it back. How about distributing it to the people in the city..."

His appearance was not bad, he was tall, handsome, and heroic, with the appearance of a young talent.

Master Song paused as he flipped through the booklet, raised his eyes and looked around the lieutenant general whom he had never noticed before: "Deputy General Zhao?"

Zhao Xuan said: "The end is here."

Master Song recalled that the lieutenant general was the one Luo Fang had stuffed in, and he closed the booklet in his hand, and said, "How much food was found in the mansion?"

Zhao Xuan replied: "About ten stones."

The magistrate ran in a hurry, and he didn't forget to pack up his things before running. There were about ten stones of grain, and they probably couldn't hold them before throwing them down.

but--

Master Song said: "You want to help the people, but haven't you considered whether there is enough food for them? Although half of the people in the city have run away, there are at least a few hundred people. Each person has a bowl of porridge. How many people can share your ten stones of food? "

Zhao Xuan anxiously said: "The general will not know, but there are many dead and injured in the city, if we don't help, more people will starve to death..."

Master Song thought for a while, seeing that he didn't rely on Luo Fang's backing to show off his power, so he became more patient, and replied: "It is necessary to help the people in the city, and you can also take out the food. But it will not return in the end." We manage."

"The prefect of Guanzhou fled with the money and his family. I have reported to the crown prince. When the new prefect arrives, you can no longer interfere with these matters."

"Then the people in the city have no food during this period, how should they..."

"The food and grass in the military camp must not be moved." Master Song warned in a deep voice.

Zhao Xuan's mind was punctured, and he was a little puzzled: "Why?"

Xu Tiandao, who was silent all the time, said, "Vice General Zhao, what the general means is that we are here to fight, we can't control the people, we can at most keep them safe, we can't discriminate..."

He is a veteran, more than 40 minutes old, and Zhao Xuan's high-spirited is obviously different, the whole person is very calm.

Zhao Xuan also understood this truth, but he was still a little unwilling: "Isn't it okay to take out some food from the military camp to subsidize the people? After a while, the food and grass from the imperial court will be brought over, and no one will be short of this food. "

Master Song glanced at him again, and sighed helplessly: "Vice General Zhao, you shouldn't be here to be a soldier, you should be an officer of the people's parents."

Zhao Xuan: "..."

Master Song waved his hand and said, "You can't move the grain and grass casually, and you can do whatever you want—Deputy General Xu, you are responsible for patrolling the safety of the city, and if there is any movement in southern Xinjiang, report it immediately."

It should be Xu Tian's hands.

Master Song didn't care about the expression of Zhao Xuan who was rejected by him, he went out of the front hall and went into the study.

Brothers from the city guard camp came and went to inspect the mansion, Master Song nodded all the way, thinking about things, and arrived in front of the study not long after.

He opened the door and went in, and sure enough, he saw Song Shu sitting at the table flipping through books.

They are all left over from the former prefect after he ran away.

Song Shu and Luo Jiao's identities are unknown now, both of them entered the city with the identities of Master Song's subordinates, anyway, there are a lot of people in the city guard camp, and no one can see anything wrong when they sneak into the crowd.

When Master Song walked over, Song Shu turned a page: "Brother, what did you talk about?"

"Zhao Xuan wants to open a treasury to help the people, but there is not enough food in the mansion, so he wants to use military rations."

Song Shu raised his eyes in amazement: "The city looks like this...relief is indeed needed, but how can the military rations be moved?"

"I've already handed Luo Fang the paperwork—the magistrate ran away, and it's very difficult to leave such a big mess behind." Master Song sighed, leaning halfway on the table, and turned his head to look at him, "This Deputy General Zhao is a Bodhisattva Heart, it is a pity that in the current situation, the military rations really cannot be used by him without permission."

"It can't be delayed any longer," Song Shu leaned back on the chair, muttering, "Yuanzhou and Yizhou are about to fall, and Jiangzhou can't hold it anymore, so we have to send troops to take back the city as soon as possible... At that time, the prefects of the other three states To manage the people together, there should be enough food and grass.”

"Exactly."

Master Song clicked on the brochure he had spread out on the table: "Did you see anything?"

"Guanzhou is so desolate, not only because of the imminent war," Song Shu stretched out his hand, his fingertips fell on the book, and the black words on the yellowed paper were clearly written, "It is also because the epidemic here has not been effectively controlled. During a period of time, almost all the people in the city who died died of the epidemic, and the imperial physicians sent here also died."

Master Song narrowed his eyes: "How is it possible? Hasn't the antidote to the epidemic been passed down to the people? It should have been sent to the imperial physician long ago—"

"I just found out, so I spoke as soon as possible," Song Shu paused, and said in a low voice, "Brother, Guanzhou is not safe. The soldiers are all young and middle-aged men, and they may be infected with the plague at any time."

Master Song frowned: "I'll go and ask what's going on."

Didn't the antidote recipe spread here?

Or is the antidote not working?

There was a string in Master Song's heart, and his face was not good-looking. When he left, his face was full of clouds, but when he came back, his face was thoughtful.

He had just passed through the gate of the courtyard when he suddenly saw a person on the threshold of the courtyard and almost kicked him up. He finally stopped his movement and saw who the figure was, he couldn't help but wondered: "Jing Xiu? You... "

Jing Xiu lowered his head, couldn't see his expression clearly, like a big dog in despair, his fingers were hanging from his knees, touching the ground once and for all, without saying a word.

Song Shu leaned on the window sill and looked in their direction. When he saw him coming in, he said, "Brother, you come in first."

Jing Xiu looked like this and it seemed that something had happened. Ever since he was brought to Bai Lan's room to talk with them last night, Master Song hadn't seen him. Suddenly seeing him squatting here, he hesitated, knowing that there was nothing he could do. Consolation, he listened to Song Shu's words, bypassed him and entered the house.

When he stepped into the door, he glanced back and said in a low voice, "What's the matter?"

Song Shu closed the window and said, "I don't know, it seems that the two seniors said something to him. Let him sit for a while. By the way, what's the result of your question?"

Master Song rubbed his nose: "Okay——Yang Chuan went out to inquire, and people in the city refused to meet strangers, or people outside the city said that the imperial doctor here died of a disease without receiving the antidote. Probably because of this, I didn't have time to deliver the letter to the capital, and I don't know where it went after the antidote was delivered."

"Fortunately, it's not because the antidote is useless." Song Shu breathed a sigh of relief.

Master Song sighed: "Indeed, if the antidote doesn't work, it's much more difficult than this."

Song Shu suddenly remembered: "Where did you throw Xue Tong?"

He hadn't seen the man since he entered the city.

Master Song frowned, and said with a half smile but not a smile: "Sent to work as a logistics guy - what do you ask him to do?"

Song Shu closed the books on the table and wanted to put them on the bookshelf. Seeing him holding the table in front of him, he raised his eyebrows and said, "Brother, I just want to ask, why are you always so sensitive? You still don't trust me? "

"Don't trick me."

Master Song snorted and stepped aside.

The antidote prescriptions were issued by the soldiers and passed on from the imperial physicians they brought out in the capital. At the beginning, the people closed their doors and windows tightly and refused to go out.

No one wants to be this early bird.

Dazhou is now so corrupt that the capital can still maintain a prosperous appearance, but the people on the border have long been in dire straits, and the government has no credibility for the people.

Master Song didn't force him when he heard the news, it was something he expected, but it was Luo Jiao who made a suggestion.

Song Shu and she had already faked their deaths and left the capital. Master Song gave them a false identity: Song Shu was his staff member, who was regarded as half a military adviser, and held Song Master's general order. Seeing him in the army was like seeing him. Master Song, naturally everyone obeyed his orders.

As for Luo Jiao, she was the younger sister he saved with Song Shu in the troubled times.

Anyway, now that he is far away from the capital, Song Shu can advise him, but it is difficult for Luo Jiao to do anything with this identity. She simply proposed to contact the common people in this capacity.

This was the result of her discussion with Song Shu. Master Song basically listened to Song Shu about these matters, so he just nodded and said yes.

The next day Luo Jiao changed into coarse clothes and went to the city gate to give out porridge.

The disguise on her face has not been completely removed, and she already looks five points similar to Song Shu. Although this appearance is outstanding, it is not particularly conspicuous. There is a brave child who has been hiding in the corner for a long time. She kept guarding in front of the stall, and finally ran out, raised her head and asked her with some trepidation: "Sister...can I bring a bowl of medicine home?"

The child was gray and skinny, and his clothes were in tatters. When he looked up at her, he was still rubbing the hem of his clothes uneasily, carefully looking at the officers and soldiers in front of the booth, his eyes rolling around.

Luo Jiao bent down and asked, "Little friend, is anyone in your family sick?"

"Father..." The child took two steps back hesitantly, "Father said that the doctor didn't take good care of his illness. I went to many doctors and uncles, and they all said that my father was hopeless... Sister, your medicine can cure it." How is my father?"