Wang Tianxing carried a blood-dripping war knife in his hand, like a demon in the dark night appeared in the big tent, Ito's face turned pale, pretending to be calm and holding the teacup, but the trembling teacup still betrayed his inner uneasiness, and when he saw Wang Tianxing coming in, he hurriedly said: "What happened to the chaotic people outside?" ”

"The first few are killed!" Wang Tianxing picked up the teapot that was already cold on the table and drank it all in one gulp, and then said to Zhen Qian, who was sitting at the head: "Damn, there were four sneak attacks on the first night, so I don't have to sleep!" ”

Hizen Province was already a strong people, and when the wind and rain were good, it was still a good people, but once there was a famine, he became a bandit.

In Zhen Qian's eyes, these most thorough proletarians are the most terrifying force, barefoot and not afraid to wear shoes, in the past, the land could still have food and clothing, but now it has become destitute, there are only three roads left in front of him, starvation, slaves and robbers, they are all dead anyway, and they will naturally choose to become robbers.

The situation in Hizen Province has become very unoptimistic, and Ito has pleaded with Fujiwara Brusho countless times to allocate some more food, but the answer is still "No!" ”

Even Zhen Qian didn't expect the situation to become so bad all of a sudden, almost as soon as the locust plague broke out, all parts of the Feiqian country would get out of control.

This is due to the poverty of Hizen Province itself, as well as the last dying struggle of these Japanese people who see no hope of survival, and the unfavorable relief of Fujiwara Brusho, etc., and a turmoil is inevitable.

"Keep on your guard!"

Zhen Qian glanced at Wang Tianxing, and was very happy about the current situation in his heart, which was a hundred times better than he expected.

"Mess up! The more chaotic, the better! ”

Wang Tianxing walked out of the big tent with a knife, and there were countless widows kneeling around the tent, more than a dozen people tied to a hemp rope, and his eyes stared at Wang Tianxing's figure viciously, "Kill!" ”

The knife flashed, the head flew up, and a warm column of blood splashed from the neck, and the corpse lost its vitality after a few convulsions on the ground, so frightened that the people behind them trembled and huddled together, and they no longer dared to raise their heads to look at the guards in front of them who were like killing gods.

"You all pricked up your ears and listened, God has the virtue of a good life, but you have chosen to die, now I will give you a chance at the last time, you can live by obeying the arrangement of the greeting envoy, otherwise it will be death!"

Hundreds of widows on the ground howled and cried, who wants to die! Isn't it because you don't want to die because you robbed the convoy of food? Since there is a way to live, they are naturally unwilling to give up.

Immediately, a scribe came forward with a pen and paper and began to inquire about the origin of these people one by one, but when the names of these people were registered, they could not help but be dumbfounded.

The names of the black dog, the dog egg, the hemp rod, the second son, etc., are quite good, and more people don't even have these names, they are directly called the boss, the second son, the third baby or something, and there are even a few people with the name "fool", and the scrivener's face is about to be drawn into a bun.

The peasants of this era rarely had their own names, and the names had little meaning to these people, and they were similar to code names, and it didn't matter if they had or not.

Most of the people who dared to rob the convoy in the middle of the night were still strong, while the women, children, and the elderly and the weak were hiding from a distance and watching, and when they saw that the officers and soldiers had caught the sneak attackers, they did not run, as if they had accepted their fate. These men were organized into a team of ten people, each with a piece of relief food in his hand, and immediately he heard someone crying with relief food in his arms. Food! If you have food, you can't die, who wants to work hard!

By early in the morning, there were already thousands of victims around the campsite, and when Ito came out of the tent and saw it, he was so frightened that he almost lost his urine and incontinence, and thought that he was surrounded by the victims.

"Greeting and sending envoys! Why are there so many victims out there? Ito ran into Zhen Gan's tent in a panic and saw two women waiting for Zhen Qian to get dressed and washed.

Zhen Qian opened his sleepy eyes, spit out the clear water in his mouth and said, "What's wrong with the victims, aren't we here for disaster relief?" ”

"But...... It's only been a day," Ito wanted to say, the convoy had only left Matsuura Castle for a day, and it was only thirty or forty miles away from Matsuura Castle, and there were already thousands of victims. But there seems to be something wrong with these words, and they are a little different from the original plan!

"Isn't there no way? Do you want to see death without saving? ”

"But so many victims are ...... follow", Ito found that Zhen Qian's face was not good, and swallowed back what he was going to say.

"Since it is to save people, what is the difference between saving now and saving later, if the judge thinks that it is futile for this official to do these things, then from today onwards, this team will be under your command!"

After Zhen Qian's words were finished, Ito's face became stiff, on the surface, Ito cooperated with Zhen Qian to go around for relief and disaster relief, but in fact, it was Fujiwara Shuo who asked Ito to spy on Zhen Qian.

"The lower officials don't dare!"

Just kidding, if Ito was really in charge of this team, he would definitely not be able to find even a bone in the face of the disaster. In his heart, he secretly scolded Fujiwara for brushing the pig's brain, more than a dozen officials around him, and more than 200 guards around Zhen Qian, he was still cautious all the way, if he didn't follow Zhen Qian, I am afraid that he would not even be able to get out of Songpu City now.

"The official has already sent someone to check, according to which there is a lake twenty miles away, and there is only a small village of 100 people around, and I am going to build the first resettlement site for disaster victims there, what does the judge think?"

Of course Ito thinks in his heart that it can't, but does it work just by saying it? I can see it now, this Zhen Qian didn't treat himself as a green onion at all, on the surface he was quite kind, but behind the scenes, he did his own thing, it seemed to be in a consultative tone, but in fact, he gave orders to himself, if he was unwilling to carry it out, the other party would directly put up the stall, and often muttered in his mouth: I am here to help, this is the ...... you forced me, as if I was wronged!

The convoy arrived at the first resettlement site in the afternoon, and the number of victims who followed was close to 1,000.

In a year of famine, disaster relief seemed important, but in fact it was not a big deal, and Ito knew that in addition to food, the victims also needed to restore their production of farm tools and seeds, and even clothes and houses to live in, which seemed to have been taken into account in the first place.

But when Ito went to Zhen Qian to discuss these things, he saw that there were guards distributing farm tools and seeds to the victims, and the whole person was stunned all of a sudden, and suddenly remembered that Zhen Qian had withdrawn a thousand yuan from him before, saying that he wanted to buy some items to resettle the victims, and he didn't seem to care at that time.