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After all this long-sleeved dance, tossing and turning, in less than a month, Luo Shixiong actually delayed such a shocking event.
When asking about the situation, Zhang Shaochen was already in Shangyu, and was almost arriving in Mingzhou.
This official road was full of refugees at the moment, who just wanted to go to Mingzhou to beg for food.
Because this avenue is the largest passage from Yuezhou to the boundary of Mingzhou, the number of refugees on the road is particularly large, and they all come from all directions in Yuezhou.
Because of this, Zhang Shaochen was able to make this somewhat complicated matter so clear and thorough in the crowd.
After all, the floods this time were too severe and the relief efforts were ineffective. It wasn't just the poorest people at the bottom who were unlucky.
After all, these people who used to be rich and have status got more information, so after learning from them, Zhang Shaochen finally sketched out the general picture of the matter.
Why is he so interested in this matter?
On the one hand, it is naturally because Zhang Shaochen is a person who hates evil.
On the other hand, after these few days of digging, he heard someone accidentally mention that Luo Shixiong, the astonishingly corrupt man, because he is Wu Yue's tyrannical boss, seems to have some flirtations with the Blood Justice League's sub-helm of Wu Yue's generation.
In particular, a former country gentleman who is now a refugee who fled from famine told Zhang Shaochen that it seemed that Luo Shixiong was able to escape smoothly at that time, and he got the help of the Blood Justice League branch.
This time, the young man who was already jealous of evil became even more interested in this corrupt man joining the army.
One day, when he was on the side of the road, asking about the situation with the refugees passing by, there was a yellow-faced man who walked up to him without waiting for him to ask, and said angrily with a wrinkled face. :
"Young man, you still don't know that this corrupt official named Luo is very arrogant!"
"In fact, he didn't run away. He hid in a manor in a courtyard in his hometown, Zhuji, and lived happily!"
When he said this, the yellow-faced man secretly observed Zhang Shaochen's face from time to time.
Seeing him like this, Zhang Shaochen knew at a glance that this man probably saw that he was wearing a sharp sword and dressed as a ranger, so he wanted to persuade himself to come out and help them find that corrupt official.
Zhang Shaochen understood this little Jiujiu very well.
If it were me, I guess it would be the same.
So he didn't feel unhappy.
At this time, there was a poor scribe with a daughter about twelve or thirteen years old, seeing the yellow-faced man start a conversation, and the young man in white was willing to listen, so he mustered up his courage and came forward to hate Zhang Shaochen. said:
"Young man, look, what does my daughter look like now?"
"You should know that I, Ma Ruiqing, was originally from a well-to-do family of gentry."
While speaking, he dragged his daughter to Zhang Shaochen.
Zhang Shaochen lowered his head slightly, and saw Ma Wenshi's daughter not only with a withered complexion, but also with withered hair, her eyes were dull, and her body was as thin as a stick. She was as scorched and haggard as a flower and plant that had been hit by a drought.
And he could also tell that this little girl had regular features, and she could vaguely tell that she was a beauty.
In particular, from her remaining bulging cheeks, one can see a little bit of the good life in the past.
Seeing him looking at his daughter, Ma Wenshi said angrily:
"Young man, you don't know yet. I heard from a literary friend that the daughter of a corrupt official Luo is as happy as his father."
"Now, she is still attending the 'Daughter's Club' of Zhuji's young ladies as usual."
Having said that, he pointed to his scorched-faced daughter, and cried out in a crying voice:
"Other people's family is a daughter, and my family is also a daughter. Why is there such a big difference?"
"Those who have committed crimes are at ease, and those who have suffered are displaced. God, you are not fair!"
"Daughter, it's because father is incompetent and shouldn't have brought you into this world to suffer!"
Speaking of anger, Ma Wenshi let go of his daughter's hand, and was about to hit the elm tree beside the road that had eaten all its bark!
Of course, at this moment, because of Zhang Shaochen's existence, a group of people have already surrounded this roadside, how could it be possible to watch Mr. Ma crash to death?
Even though their hands and feet were weak, they rushed up desperately and stopped Ma Wenshi desperately.
Ma Wenshi cried.
his daughter?? cried.
Sad emotions are quickly contagious, and so are the cries. Gradually, the whole journey is full of cries.
At this moment, a government sergeant carrying a command flag, probably a soldier delivering an urgent letter from the imperial court, was passing by on horseback.
The refugees were displaced along the way, and the sergeant's horse couldn't run fast. I was not happy at all. Now that I came here on horseback, seeing so many people crying, the sergeant became even more upset.
In agitation, he raised his whip and kept beating the refugees who blocked the way.
While pumping, he roared angrily:
"Damn untouchables!"
"Why are you crying?"
"Could it be that you are dissatisfied with our royal prosperity?"
All the way whipping and swearing all the way, the sergeant who delivered the letter rode his horse and whipped away.
Ma Wenshi, who was already sad, burst into tears when he saw the arrogant and fierce imperial soldiers.
With tears all over his face, he said to Zhang Shaochen:
"Young man, look, this soldier is so tyrannical, he won't even let us cry."
"But there is no way, no matter how wronged and hated we are, we can't do anything to him and we can't do anything to that big corrupt official"
Crying up to this point, Ma Wenshi became even more sad and cried even harder. The front of his tattered scribe shirt was all wet with tears.
At this time, the daughter who was crying with him just now stopped crying.
She looked up at her father in a daze with her small face up, with a frightened expression on her face¡ª¡ª
The young girl, who had never seen her father before, was crying like this.
She was terrified
Seeing this, the boy who was already sympathetic felt even more sad in his heart.
When the sadness came from it, he almost couldn't help it, and he was about to burst into tears.
But he didn't cry.
Among the group of people in front of him, anyone can cry, but he cannot.
He has already seen that himself, dressed in a strong shirt and with a sharp sword on his waist, has become all the hope of these poor people, even though they feel that this hope is very slim.
Therefore, he, Zhang Shaochen, could not use his tears to extinguish their last hope.
So he held back and didn't cry.
He tried hard not to remind himself of those sad memories.
Because if that's the case, he can't help but cry.
He looked solemn, thought for a while, and then said to Ma Wenshi in front of him and other people around him:
"Fathers and elders, don't be too sad."
"Because the kid suddenly remembered a word."
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