The next day, another armed battle occurred in the east of the city, and a murder occurred outside the city to steal water.

Li Yuandao was about to take people to deal with matters outside the city, but Yang Shiqi stared at him and immediately forced him to release food.

Li Yuandao had no choice but to send a notice of food delivery with a sigh, then stood up and said, "Sir Yang, let's sit down, I will mobilize people to take care of the people."

Yang Shiqi nodded and said, "I have cavalry with you. You can take them with you to see who dares!"

"Then I'll thank you Lord Yang."

Li Yuandao was so happy that he heard this, even his steps were a little erratic.

Yang Shiqi looked at his back and felt a little strange: "Why does this person look so happy?"

...

As soon as the notice of opening the warehouse and releasing grain came out, everyone instantly squeezed to the city gate.

"Put grain at the city gate?"

Yang Shiqi was about to set out to supervise, but after hearing the news, he slapped the table and said angrily: "He is going to run!"

Yes, Li Yuandao just wanted to run away, and putting food at the city gate was a cover, with the purpose of just letting the people block the city gate and protecting him and his men from running away.

...

“Where is the food?”

The people gathered at the gate of the city were depressed when they saw the empty space behind several officials, saying that they were food and there was not even water.

The tiny officials were also confused, and one of them said, "Everyone is waiting, I guess they are on the way to transport it!"

So the people were quiet, thinking that the government would never tell lies.

But after waiting, what came was the cavalry sent by Yang Shiqi.

“Where is the food?”

A woman snatched it out and shouted with a dull look: "Sir, where is the food? My son is still waiting to drink porridge!"

The minor officials were also confused and went up to ask the cavalry's purpose.

"Give up the road, we're going to leave the city!"

The Qianhuguan, the leader, shouted angrily, Yang Shiqi's order to him was to recover Li Yuandao, regardless of whether he was necessary.

"Sir, where is the food?"

The woman asked in despair, her thin figure and shriveled cheeks made the people next to her feel unbearable.

But when the military orders were farther away, a sharp light flashed in Qianhuguan's eyes, and he drew his sword and shouted: "Do away!"

The woman shook her head and shouted in the sound that roared from the depths of her throat: "Sir, where is the food? My son is waiting to drink porridge!"

Behind the woman is the people, and from the sight of the thousands of officials, there are all heads.

"Dragonists, kill!"

The blue veins on Qianhuguan's neck were rising, and the consequences of not being able to catch up with Li Yuandao made him ruthlessly raise the knife...

"Kill the goddamn!"

"who?"

The sudden voice made Qianhuguan ask in anger. The people also felt that this person was so brave that they all looked back.

Fang Xing stood on the top of the city, and people kept climbing up behind him. The connection between several ropes finally allowed him to enter Jinan City.

"Have you met Mr. Bo!"

The Qianhuguan put away his knife without hesitation and bowed his hand immediately.

Fang Xing's eyes swept over and finally stopped on the woman.

Just behind the woman, a man was holding a four or five-year-old child, who was already soft on the ground, and seemed not far from starving to death.

Fang Wu climbed up, walked behind Fang Xing and said, "Master, Brother Seven has already taken the people to chase him."

The people below were hungry, and Fang Xing's eyes were full of murderous intent: "You are so cruel and ruthless, you should not be willing to kill them!"

Walking to the city, under the numb eyes, Fang Xing walked to the child, looked at the almost dementia-like eyes, and couldn't help but think of the agile gazes of the two children in the family.

The man looked at Fang Xing in panic and stretched out his hand, then touched the child's forehead.

"How long has the food been out of the house?"

The man said weakly: "Sir, I have no food since last year. I have been looking for food on the mountain. The adults can still survive, but the children are not good."

Fang Xing saw that there was still no movement in the child's eyes, and couldn't help but stand up and turn around to look at the kneeling woman. A sad feeling in his heart made him scold the officials: "Dogs, don't you go to transport food, are you still waiting to reward you? Go! It's too late, I'll kill your whole family!"

Several minor officials didn't know Fang Xing's identity, but when they saw that the cavalry had dismounted and hung their heads, they knew that big trouble was coming.

Judging from Fang Xing's murderous intent, if it was too late, he would probably become Cao Cao's grain official in the popular Romance of the Three Kingdoms and be borrowed to be a head.

Wang He was pulled up by someone, and he said breathlessly: "Everyone is making the way out, the Grand Historian has come down."

In an instant, these people immediately dodged a path.

Just now, Fang Xing climbed the city wall and rushed to the desperate crowd that could not be shaken, and finally got away.

Fang Xing looked at this road made of people, not knowing whether it should be happy or sad.

Zhu Zhanji was the first to appear. Jia Quan, behind him, was tense all over and over, and his eyes were on the side and side, for fear that an assassin would rush out of the crowd.

Fang Xing stood there, looking at Zhu Zhanji with a daze.

Zhu Zhanji had never seen Fang Xing look so weak. He was shocked and hurriedly got off the horse and asked, "Brother Dehua, is there anything wrong with it?"

"Send someone to open the warehouse and release the grain."

Fang Xing's voice was full of fatigue. He shook his head and pointed at the people and said, "I have been thinking about how dare those officials sit down and watch the people under their rule fall on the brink of life and death. Look, these are all possible. I bet that many people are unable to move and are lying on the bed waiting to die. What awaits them is only loess, and there will be no coffin, because they can't afford it, they can't afford it!!!"

Fang Xing's voice was so loud that the people around him looked over in surprise.

"I'm impulsive, let's put food first."

Zhu Zhanji nodded and immediately asked him to go to the warehouse to transport grain.

"Your Highness, I... am guilty."

Yang Shiqi arrived and apologized with shame on his face.

Zhu Zhanji frowned and said, "Shan/East is so corrupt that Li Yuandao's responsibility cannot be shirked. If he is innocent, he will definitely apologize for the crime and avoid suspicion. Can he apologize for the crime?"

Yang Shiqi was speechless and could only remain silent.

Fang Xing shook his head and stopped Zhu Zhanji, who could not suppress his temper, from getting angry, and then urged: "Call someone to cook fire and cook porridge, and also medicinal materials, hurry up and mobilize medicinal materials!"

There will be a major epidemic after the disaster. If an outbreak of an epidemic occurs, then...

Zhu Zhanji was shocked and immediately ordered Yang Shiqi to gather all the officials of Jinan Prefecture.

The food was transported, the stove was built, and the sticky rice porridge was emitting an attractive fragrance in the smoke of the cooking stove.

"After the food is distributed, all the food is arranged. Women and children are preferred. If men dare to grab it, they will be taken down!"

The crowd became restless and lined up under the command of the soldiers to collect rice and grain one by one, and could also drink a bowl of sticky rice porridge.

Fang Xing and Zhu Zhanji stood on the side, looking at the light of hope in the eyes of the people, but they were not happy and were in a heavy mood.

"They produce food, but they cannot fill themselves up. They weave cloth, but they don't cover their bodies. Zhanji, such a Ming Dynasty will not have hope. If it continues, your descendants will become slaves to others."

Fang Xing's voice was low and his eyes were blank: "Of course, maybe my descendants can survive, as long as they are willing to bow their heads, and you, your descendants will never be able to avoid death!"

Zhu Zhanji smiled bitterly and said, "The decay in the mountains and the east is so bad that the censor and the Jinyiwei cannot escape the blame. In recent years, the emperor's grandfather often ordered the censor to come down to inspect, but no problem was found here in the mountains and east. This is the problem!"

At this time, Jia Quan hurried over and whispered: "Your Highness, there are only 20% of the granary in Jinan City!"
Chapter completed!