I want to be a grandson

Chapter 61
I don't know when it started, the Qinhuai River has gradually become lively. At night, the lights are bright, and all kinds of lanterns are hung on the buildings and boats, illuminating the Qinhuai River.

What followed was that restaurants, inns, and various shops were built along the Qinhuai River. With the stability of the country, businesses gradually prospered. The Qinhuai River was very lively both during the day and at night.

The impact is that land prices soared and the acres of fields soared.

This is a good thing for high-ranking officials and wealthy businessmen, it means they can earn more money, but for the people living here, it is the beginning of a nightmare!
It was already afternoon when Zhu Yunxi and others came to the riverside.

A village close to the Qinhuai River has been burned into a black ground at this moment, and the unburned beams are still emitting black smoke. Even the wild dogs hide far away, turning their heads to look at it from time to time.

There were more than [-] households in the entire village, but not a single one was left behind, and none of the houses could shelter from the wind and rain, and they were all burned and collapsed in the fire.

Disgruntled commoners gathered in the open space in front of the village, cooking gruel with the only grain they had looted and worn-out earthen pots and iron pots.

Everyone's eyes were red and swollen, and everyone's face was full of grief and sadness.

In a big fire, everything is gone, the home is gone, the savings are gone, and even the food to feed the hunger is gone...

There are also some elderly people and weak women and children, because there is no time to escape, some were burned, some were smoked, so they could only lie on the firewood and weep and sigh.

Seeing this scene, Zhu Yunxi couldn't help feeling pity.

He approached an old man sitting on a rock with dull eyes, and called softly: "Old man, old man..."

The old man's hair was burnt, and several big holes were burned in his clothes. His whole body smelled of smoke and fire, and he obviously crawled out of the gate of hell.

The old man said blankly, "Are you calling me?"

Zhu Yunxi stepped forward, "Old man, what's wrong here? Why..."

The old man shed turbid tears and said miserably: "It's gone... It's gone... The house was burned, the food was gone, and the good fields were taken by thieves..."

Zhu Yunxi stretched out his hand to hold his dirty, charcoal-covered hand, and asked, "Old man, what's going on here? Who is so cruel to do such a thing as a pig or a dog?"

The old man cried and said: "Who else is there! It's not an official! What kind of world is this! The old man who is an official is more shameless than a thief... If he likes our land, let us move away ...

They not only want our land, but also our house. Where can we move to?If you don't have land, you will starve to death! ...Are they officials, or are they bandits? ! "

"The land and the house are our lives. If we don't want to give them, they set fire in the middle of the night. If the villagers didn't come across them and remind us in time, all of us would have been burned to death...There are so many women, Son, how can these bastards get away with it..."

Zhu Yunxi really couldn't comfort this ashamed old man, so he could only hold his hand tightly and give him as much warmth as possible.

Although pitiful.

"Old man, have you reported to the government? What did the government say?"

The old man wept and looked not far away. There were many injured people there. Among them, several young people were covered with wounds and their clothes were covered with blood. They were lying half dead on the dilapidated floor.

"The gang of beasts blocked the entrance of the government. The young people in the village went to report to the officials, but they beat them to death. These are still alive, and two of them are already dead..."

Zhu Yunxi clenched his teeth, and his eyes were about to burst into anger. He felt that it was really uncomfortable to hold a breath in his chest!
brute!Not as good as pigs and dogs!
Is this still an official of Ming Dynasty?Is this still a general who protects the people? !

Bandits and thieves would never do such a thing!
Zhu Yunxi didn't say anything, stood up silently, walked towards the wounded, helped them wipe their burns and bandage their wounds.

He held the arm of a wounded villager so that the young man dressed as a scholar could bandage him up. The scholar glanced at Zhu Yunxi without saying a word, and let him help.

Seeing this, Wang Zhong, Li Fu and Qi Tai went to help the other injured and started to get busy.

"Xiaoju, Xiaoju has hanged herself! Xiaoju has hanged herself! Come and help... Xiaoju has hanged herself... Come and help..."

The deadly atmosphere was suddenly broken by screams, and the people ran to the sound.

Before Zhu Yunxi followed the people to the vicinity, he saw a young woman with a rope around her neck hanging on the burnt black ruins.

The people frantically took her down, and the official hurried up and grabbed her wrist, and tried his breath quickly, wanting to see if she was still alive.

But then his eyes dimmed, and he seemed to have been drained of mental strength, losing his sense of urgency.

In the eyes of everyone full of expectation, I can only sigh...

"Xiaoju... why can't you think about it! It's not your fault... It's not your fault that those animals are worse than pigs and dogs! It's not your fault... I don't blame you, I don't blame you... Why can't you think about it It's..."

Her husband hugged the body that was gradually losing temperature, crying heart-piercingly, but he could no longer wake up his wife.

Everyone was listening quietly and watching silently, their eyes were full of sadness, even the children were quietly curled up in their mother's arms.

A few women who were close to the deceased could only wipe away their tears and hold back their crying, not daring to make a sound.

Everyone seems to be in a tacit understanding, unwilling to break the tranquility and solemnity.

No one came forward to persuade him, and he was still in danger, so the words he said would be so weak.

The problem is that if you comfort me, you won't even believe it...

Sometimes people may feel how outstanding they are, how they are superior to others, how they are far ahead of their peers.

But when disaster strikes, he realizes how small he is.

So small that one's own life is really like an ant, life and death are in the hands of others, and others can fiddle with them at will and bully them at will.

It's impossible for me to have my own choice, and I can't even resist...

The surroundings were quiet, no one made a sound, and everyone seemed to be silently mourning for the dead woman.

It's like I'm doing it for myself...

The dead may be freed, but the living have to continue to face the pain...

"A group of shabby households! You don't leave the Yangguan Avenue! You have to run to the gate of hell with a stiff neck. It's really boring!"

At this time, a man who looked like a housekeeper came over and yelled at these mourning people. Behind him stood dozens of strong and strong servants Ding Poppi.

There were crowds of onlookers gathered around, but no one dared to stand out. They all knew that since they dared to be so arrogant and domineering at the feet of the emperor, they would not be able to offend them!
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(End of this chapter)