It is by no means an easy task to move away the population in the flooded area on a large scale.

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

What's more, people are rarely willing to leave their countryside easily.

Not only that, no one is willing to give up everything about himself, and in a short time, he carries his burden and follows the government to take refuge.

Therefore, the prefect suppressed the magistrate, while the magistrate suppressed the magistrate. These magistrates, who were as good as wolves and tigers, were naturally not caring about the blame of the superiors.

Almost broke into the family, extremely rough.

Jiujiang Guard has also taken action and started to move with the Holy Decree.

In a moment, several relatively low-lying places involved 70,000 to 80,000 people, and suddenly became hell on earth.

He cried everywhere, but the soldiers were like bandits.

Some big players suffer the most.

Ordinary people can be said to be without any things, so they can hide for a while. After all, the government has promised food for relief.

But the wealthy families have a large population after all, so many mansions and fields are still here?

God knows that he is leaving and there is no one here, so if anyone will be thinking about it.

But because there is a saint on it.

Your Majesty personally issued an order, and the pressure was all on the prefect. If the wealthy families refused, the common people would be even more reluctant. By that time, I would not know how many black hats would fall to the ground, and how many people would fall to the ground.

Therefore, the officers and soldiers of Jiujiang Guard directly broke into the door and pulled the people away.

The gentry were frightened.

I've never seen such a cruel person.

Not only that, why did Your Majesty have such a decree?

There was a good drought, and the population was suddenly migrating.

The trembling gentry had to be obediently taken by the government to some higher terrain.

Then, the officials either searched for vacant houses or ordinary broken City God Temple.

After all, all this is too urgent. Most of these vacant places are broken walls and ruins. Countless people are placed here. It is a terrible sight. There are wailing everywhere, and there are sporadic conflicts with the government.

Occasionally, someone would say in a mess: "It's not good, it's not good, the people from the Zhou family in Hekou fight with the government..."

In the City God Temple.

Dozens of gentry gathered in a group of fear in a while. They are still scared. In fact, ordinary droughts do not have much impact on them.

After all, they are landlords, and they all have food reserves, so they can handle the disasters in front of them. Not only that, after the disaster, the food prices often rise. Although they have no harvest this year, the food prices in previous years have been several times higher, or even more than ten times higher.

Ordinary common people will go bankrupt once the disaster year comes. In order to survive, they have to borrow money. This is a profitable loan. If you lend a dou of rice, your descendants will pay a stump of money. I am afraid that even you can't pay it back.

In the year of disaster, if you have food and money in your hands, it will be much easier to acquire land.

To a certain extent, the year of disaster is a carnival. Every year of disaster, as long as the gentry can seize the opportunity, their wealth can more than double.

Unfortunately, at this critical moment, people suddenly migrated.

The old gentry Fang Wenjing couldn't help but whisper: "It's time for the officials to force 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 the scorching sun. At this time, we were suddenly moved here. What are we going to do? It is said that the emperor is a good emperor. I... I have nothing to say. I think... it must be a treacherous minister in the court. How could he have such a decree? We are all law-abiding people, and we have suffered such a disaster. Oh, how can we live this day? I have no one to take care of my house. God knows if there will be any thief who will be thinking about it, and that place...those land..."

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

"Mr. Fang, forgot, the government has always been bullying the people. What can we do? But Mr. Fang said nothing wrong. There are treacherous officials in the court."

Someone flickered his eyes: "What are you talking about, Fang Jifan's dog-like thing?"

Everyone stopped talking.

The man felt abrupt and shivered, and did not continue to speak.

It's still messy outside.

The county sent people to serve porridge, and the victims scolded again because everything was too urgent and the county could not transfer much food.

Fang Wenjing ate the clear soup and almost stamped her feet: "The Duke of Liu County has always been quite respectful to us, but this time, he showed no mercy at all, hum!"

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

"This is a harm to the people. I heard that someone refused to leave and was beaten to death by the officers."

Fang Wenjing trembled in anger, and knocked the bowl, and the porcelain pieces were splashed everywhere.

He sternly said: "I don't believe it anymore. There is no justice in this world. I... I want to sue the emperor and sue these dog officials, Lai Fu, Lai Fu..."

"Master." He came forward alone and hugged.

Fang Wenjing said: "I will prepare a letter. You will bring this letter in person, and send it to me to my nephew. Tell the elders in the foreign land that they can't live anymore, so let him do it by himself!"

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

“We…we…”

"This is for the 100,000 people. Can you stand by and watch? If there is no movement in the temple, those dog officials will not know how to oppress the common people like us!"

Someone stood up and said, "Okay, count me."

Others seemed inspired, stepped forward one after another, looked down at what was written in the letter, and someone said timidly: "This... Mr. Fang, this letter is too explicit. Can you delete the three words Fang Jifan? You only say that there are treacherous ministers, why should you name them? This is not good and offend people."

Fang Wenjing shouted angrily: "What are you afraid of? I'm still afraid of him? I'm just burning my old bones with him. Humph, I've also read books and understand the truth. I'm loyal to justice... I'm still afraid of this little thief. If I'm afraid of him, my surname is Fang, and I'm following this dog-like thing!"

Fang Wenjing cursed angrily, dipped in ink while dipping the three words Fang Jifan on the square head directly with ink, and wrote the word "traitor" next to it.

Everyone sighed, "Mr. Fang is a straightforward person."

Fang Wenjing then handed the letter to Lai Fu.

Lai Fu was ordered to go.

But here is still messy. Thousands of people gathered in the hills, and there are countless people in other places.

I heard that some county towns have moved away because of their low terrain. Many bandits took the opportunity to go to the emptied house and looted the inside.

I don’t know how many people are thinking about home, but gather in this harsh place, with tears flowing down their faces, looking at the countless cracked loess, choking and speechless.

Fang Wenjing only stayed here for more than a day and became ill.

On the one hand, I feel depressed, but on the other hand, I am unable to adapt to this simple condition.

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

Seeing that it was full of people, he was a gentry, but fortunately, at least he could live in a shaded place, so the others would not have such good luck.

Looking at this scene, he leaned on a stick in his hand and took the direction of his hometown from afar, and couldn't help but burst into tears: "I'm afraid I can't stand it anymore. Oh, how could the world become so sinister..."

He said, stomping his feet.

"Your Majesty is trusting the traitors around you. Look at this, Your Majesty will be dim and confused. Look, wasn't Tang Xuanzong also wise when he was young? But when he was old, he was still confused. He has always had few wise rulers, but in the end it was not like this. I think... the hard days are still coming, so I won't give us a way out."

He began to curse.

Many people were scolded by him and they lowered their heads and cried.

When the officers and officers and soldiers saw that there was something wrong, they wanted to come forward. When they saw that the person being scolded was Mr. Fang, they seemed to be afraid of him. They dared to attack the unwilling little people, but Mr. Fang, if he had not given the death order from his superiors, he would have to move him out, who would dare to offend him?

As a result, many people pretended to be deaf and dispersed.

Fang Wenjing's scolding seemed to hit the pain of many people, and it became noisy.

During the intermittent kung fu, there are all kinds of scolding.

Fang Wenjing pointed at the sky and her face turned red with excitement: "Without saying a word, she moved the people and made people wander. Is this a good emperor? I have lived for a few years, so I want to ask, "Does God still let people live?"

Speaking of this, suddenly, it suddenly turned out to be a bolt from the blue!

Rumble...

Everyone was stunned.

Fang Wenjing's face turned pale in fear.

My body couldn't bear it, and it was so alive that it trembled, and then the crutch fell to the ground, and the whole person fell to the ground.

Rumble...

Another muffled thunder.

The world began to become dark in a blink of an eye.

then……

The strong wind blew.

It seems that the heat caused by the previous severe drought has not yet dissipated, and a wave of heat swept wildly, making Fang Wenjing unable to open her eyes.

Suddenly, there was silence on the hill.

Rumble...
To be continued...