Chapter 1033: The Impermanence of Heaven

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It is by no means an easy task to remove the population from flooded areas on a large scale.

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

Moreover, people are seldom willing to leave their native land easily.

Not only that, no one is willing to give up everything they have, and in a short period of time, carry their burdens and follow the government to seek refuge.

Therefore, the magistrate suppressed the magistrate, and the magistrate suppressed the servants below. These wolfish servants were afraid of being blamed by the superiors, so naturally they didn't care much.

It was almost breaking into the house, extremely rude.

Jiujiang Guard has also taken action, and with the holy order, began to dispatch.

All of a sudden, several low-lying places, involving 70,000 to 80,000 people, suddenly became a hell on earth.

Crying for father and mother is everywhere, and soldiers are like bandits.

Some big households suffer the most.

Ordinary people, it can be said that they have no possessions, can hide for a while, after all, the government also promised to have relief food.

But the big family, after all, has a large population, so many mansions and fields are still here?

God knows if I'm gone, there is no one here, whether someone will miss it.

But because there is a holy order above.

His Majesty personally made the decree, and the pressure was entirely on the magistrate. If the big households refused, the small people would probably be even more unwilling. At that time, I don't know how many black hats will fall, let alone how many heads will fall.

Therefore, the guards all launched a ruthless attack, leading the officers and soldiers of Jiujiang Guards to directly break through the door and drag people away.

The gentlemen were terrified.

I've never seen such a cruel one.

Not only that, why does His Majesty have such a decree?

A good drought suddenly has to migrate the population.

The trembling gentry had to be guarded by the government obediently, and went to some higher ground.

Afterwards, the officials either searched for vacant houses or ordinary dilapidated Town God's Temples.

After all, all this is too urgent. The vast majority of these vacant places are dilapidated and ruined. Countless people are placed here.

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

In the Temple of the City God.

Dozens of gentry gathered together in shock. They still have lingering fears. In fact, the general drought did not have much impact on them.

After all, they are landlords, and the landlords have food reserves, which can fully cope with the immediate catastrophe. Not only that, after the catastrophe, the price of grain often rises. Although they have no harvest this year, the price of grain in previous years has been several times higher. Even more than ten times.

Ordinary ordinary people will go bankrupt in a disaster year. In order to survive, they have to borrow money. This is a loan at a high rate. If you borrow a bucket of rice, your children and grandchildren will pay back a load.

In a calamity year, with food and money in hand, it is much easier to annex land.

To a certain extent, a disaster year is a carnival. In every disaster year, as long as the gentry can seize the opportunity, their net worth can more than double.

It's a pity that at this juncture, the population is suddenly relocated.

Fang Wenjing, an old gentry, couldn't help but whispered: "Yes, this is an official coercion, no wonder others."

The other gentry looked at each other and nodded secretly.

Fang Wenjing sighed: "Look at the sky, look at the scorching sun, at this moment, we are suddenly moved here, what is this going to do? They say that the current emperor is a good emperor, old man... there is nothing to say , Come to think of it... there must be a treacherous minister in the court, how could there be such a decree? We are all law-abiding ordinary people, and we have suffered such an indiscriminate disaster. Hey, these days...how can we live, the old man's house, There is no one to take care of it now, God knows if there will be some thieves thinking about it, and those places...those places..."

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

"Mr. Fang, that's all. The government has always been bullying the people. What can we do? But what Mr. Fang said is right. There are treacherous ministers in the court."

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

Everyone fell silent.

The man felt a slip of the tongue, and also shivered, and did not continue speaking.

It was still chaotic outside.

The county sent people to deliver porridge, and the victims scolded again, because everything was too urgent, and the county couldn't transfer much food.

Fang Wenjing almost stomped her feet as she ate the clear soup, "Mr. Liu has always been respectful to us, but this time, he is merciless, hmph!"

"Yeah, I wanted to see him several times, but he refused to see him. I don't know what that means."

"This is harming the people. I heard that some people refused to leave and were beaten to death by the guards."

Fang Wen trembled quietly, slammed the bowl, and dropped it, splashing the tiles everywhere.

He sternly said: "I don't believe it anymore, there is no justice in this world, old man... this old man is going to sue the imperial court, sue these dog officials, come, come, come..."

"Master." A man came forward, bowing his waist.

Fang Wenjing said: "The old man is writing a letter, you take this letter yourself, hurry up and send it to my nephew, tell the elders in other villages that they can't live, let him figure it out for himself!

"

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

"We...we..."

"This is pleading for the lives of hundreds of thousands of people, can you stand by and watch? If there is no movement in the temple, those dog officials don't know how to bully me and other ordinary people!"

Someone got up: "Okay, count me in."

The others seemed to be inspired, and stepped forward one after another, looking down at what was written in the letter. Someone timidly said: "This...this...Mr. Fang, this letter is too explicit. Say there are treacherous officials, why bother to name them, it’s not good, it offends people.”

Fang Wenjing yelled angrily: "Is there anything I dare not say? I'm still afraid of him? I'm an old bone, and I will die with him. Hmph, I have also read books and understand things. I will die in righteousness... I... ...I am still afraid of this little thief, if I am afraid of him, my surname is not Fang, I will be surnamed after this dog!"

Fang Wenjing scolded angrily, while dipping in the ink, directly inkd out the three characters Fang Jifan on the square head, and wrote the word 'treacher' beside it.

Everyone sighed, "Old Mr. Fang is an upright person."

Fang Wenjing then handed the letter to Laifu.

Laifu was busy and was ordered to go.

But here, it was still a mess. Thousands of people gathered in this hill, and there were even more people in other places.

I heard that in some counties, because the terrain is too low, the entire county has been moved away. Many bandits even took the opportunity to go to the emptied house and ransack it.

I don't know how many people, thinking of home in their hearts, gathered in this harsh place, braving the scorching sun with tears streaming down their faces, looking at the countless cracked loess, choked up and speechless.

Fang Wenjing only lived here for more than a day, and then fell ill.

On the one hand, he was depressed, and on the other hand, he couldn't adapt to the crude conditions.

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

Seeing that the place is full of people lying here and there, he is a gentry, but it is not bad, at least he can live in a shaded place, other people are not so lucky.

Looking at this scene, he was leaning on a stick, pointing in the direction of his hometown, and couldn't help but burst into tears: "I'm afraid I can't bear it anymore with my body, hey, how could the morals of the world become so dangerous... ..."

As he spoke, he stomped his feet.

"Your Majesty trusts the villains around you. If you look at it this way, Your Majesty will also be in the dark. Take a look, Tang Xuanzong was also a sage when he was young, but when he was old, he was still confused. .I see... hard times are still ahead, don't give us a way out."

He started yelling.

Many people bowed their heads and cried after being scolded by him.

The guards and officers and soldiers saw the situation and wanted to come forward. They saw that it was Mr. Fang who scolded him, and they seemed to be afraid of him. They dared to attack the unconvinced ordinary people, but this Mr. Fang, If it wasn't for the death order from the superiors that he must be moved out, who would dare to offend him.

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

Fang Wenjing's scolding sounds seemed to be hitting the sore spots of many people, and they also became noisy.

During the interval, there were all kinds of scolding.

Fang Wenjing pointed to the sky, her face flushed with excitement: "Without saying a word, he moved the people and made people displaced. Is this still a good emperor? I haven't lived for a few years, so I just want to ask, you god, Are you still letting people live?"

Speaking of this, suddenly, suddenly... a bolt from the blue!

rumbling...

Everyone was stunned.

Fang Wenjing's frightened face turned pale.

Unable to support his body, he trembled violently, and then the crutch fell to the ground, and his whole body fell to the ground.

rumbling...

There was another muffled thunder.

Between heaven and earth, it began to become dark in an instant.

then……

There was a strong wind.

It seems that because the summer heat brought by the previous severe drought has not yet dissipated, waves of heat waves swept across madly, and Fang Wenjing couldn't keep her eyes open.

All of a sudden, there was silence on this hill.

rumbling...

In this pitch-black sky, lightning flashed across, and the lightning was like a silver snake, and disappeared in an instant.

People looked at the sky in astonishment.

Heaven is impermanent!

Immediately after...

The pouring rain fell from the sky.

This terrible downpour, sloping down like crazy.

"Quick, quick... take shelter from the rain..."

Someone yelled.

Fang Wenjing fell into the mud. The originally cracked and dried mud was harder than stones. Soon, soaked by the rain, it began to soften in an instant. After that, the rain became more and more, all of a sudden, become pulpy.

Someone rushed forward and helped Fang Wenjing up.

Fang Wenjing's eyes were blank.

He... was a little confused.

Just now... I seem to have scolded someone?

Are you scolding God?

God is angry?

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