Humane Yongchang

Chapter 130 Parent Official

Chen Sheng waited outside the Nancheng Gate until all the officials he named had rushed to the Nancheng Gate to start relief work, and then he brought the soldiers into the city.

"Sir, do you want to go back to the county office or go home?"

Chen Dao rushed to Chen Sheng's side and asked in a low voice.

"Return home..."

Chen Sheng muttered softly.

Since he officially settled in the county government office, he hasn't returned home for five or six days, and I don't know how the eldest sister should miss him at home.

But he still shook his head and chuckled lightly: "Go to the East City Gate and see!"

According to the time, all the officials he assigned should have arrived at the four city gates to start the work he assigned.

Dongcheng Gate, leading to Changyi, should have the largest gathering of refugees among the four city gates.

Chen Dao handed over the orders, turned the horse's head, and ordered three hundred soldiers to guard Chen Sheng to turn to the East City Gate.

……

"Kill the pariah with a thousand knives!"

The fat-headed, big-eared, greasy-faced, brown-clad clerk, with a fiery belly, waving a horsewhip and whipping the crowd of people in front of him: "Walking team by team, team by team, your listeners will all be slapped with shit. Is it blocked?"

The shrinking and crowded crowd, like a flock of sheep, was constantly changing in shape by his beating, dodging his whip while squeezing forward desperately, failing to form a line as he directed.

No one was willing to leave.

Because a large cauldron has been erected at the base of the city walls on both sides of the city gate, the flaming firewood rises and the smoke from the cooking is mixed with the faint water vapor from the cauldron, and floats into the messy group of refugees... everyone. They all inhaled desperately, greedily sniffing the traces of food aroma in the strong body odor.

It doesn't even matter whether the whip will fall on him or not.

The fat-headed and big-eared brown-clothed officer's hands softened, and he couldn't achieve any results. The mouth in his chest looked like he was going to be able to return home from get off work and eat spicy food, but he was led by an idiot to say a word. Pulling out the grievances of overtime workers in the stinky refugee group, it was like adding fuel to the fire, and it was roaring with a roaring sound.

He threw the whip in his hand, took two steps, and snatched two zhanggege from the hands of the county soldiers who were maintaining order. "

The sharp long Ge brought up the clumps of hard hair, and a string of blood beads.

Mu Ran once again desperately rushed towards the place that Chang Ge couldn't reach.

But it's just surging.

And several broken bodies whose life and death are unknown, lying in the center of the open space, quietly bleeding...

There is no anger.

There is no sadness.

Even the suppressed cries were inaudible.

The brown-robed officer knocked down seven or eight people in a row, and the anger in his heart was finally vented.

Panting, he put down the long ge, grabbed the ge body with his hands and took a few breaths, and then pointed to the seven or eight broken bodies in the center of the open space, whose life and death were unknown, and laughed at the busy colleagues around him as if taking credit. Said: "Two or three sons, please see, today's staple food, two-legged sheep!"

"Ha ha."

The officials shrugged their shoulders and giggled.

And the many county soldiers around who were maintaining order just glanced at the broken bodies with a blank expression, and then moved their eyes away as if nothing had happened.

Some don't even bother to look at it...

"Clap clap clap."

An unhurried applause was suddenly inserted into the many laughter.

Many officials turned their heads in unison, and saw a young face in the armor of a soldier, looking ashen, walking from the shadow under the city gate into the evening sunset.

"You guys really give me a face!"

He slowly looked at the officials and soldiers around him, and said word by word.

Who is Chen Sheng who didn't come from the South City Gate?
Before these officials and county soldiers recognized him.

The two rows of stubborn armored soldiers slanted their long Ge and poured out from both sides behind him.

Finally, the official who had seen him suddenly woke up, pinched the hem of his palm in a panic, and shouted: "The official pays a visit to the adults."

grown ups?

Which adult?

Who is so young?

All the officials and the soldiers were stunned for a while, and suddenly woke up like a dream.

In the midst of bowing their hands, thousands of refugees stared at the tall and straight young figure with dull eyes.

No whining.

No complaints.

Not even a whispered discussion.

In a place where 2000 people gathered, there were only the footsteps of [-] soldiers, and the begging sound of the little official in brown clothes who was knocked to the ground by several soldiers.

They just looked at Chen Sheng quietly like that...

Thousands of identical numb faces.

Thousands of eyes are the same dull eyes.

Like a thousand sharp swords.

It hurt Chen Sheng deeply.

He looked left and looked again.

Suddenly he laughed and said: "You guys, why are you so unsatisfactory? It's me who gives you food, and they just run errands for me. What are you afraid of them doing? If they beat you, you beat them. If they want to kill you, you will kill them!"

He laughed.

He shook his head.

It seems ridiculous.

He walked over to the brown-robed officer who had been pinned to the ground by several soldiers, and slowly crouched down.

The fat-headed and big-eared brown-clothed clerk still looks like he has just been rampant. His face is as pale as paper, and his whole body is sweating like pulp. The officials were so helpless that they came up with this strategy, Your Excellency, please spare your life..."

"Hey, stop for a while!"

With a smile, Chen Sheng pressed his right index finger against the palm of his left hand and made a pause gesture, but asked, "Brother, where is it?"

When the fat-headed and big-eared brown-clothed officer heard it, he immediately replied as if he had caught some life-saving straw, "Report to your lord, the servant is the third house of Wangjiazhuang, sir..."

"Oh……"

Chen Sheng got up with a smile and interrupted his continued begging for mercy: "Okay, I already know who to ask for debt... Pull it down and cook him!"

He said lightly.

"only."

The soldiers who followed the brown-robed official responded in unison, blocked the mouth of the brown-robed official who was still begging for mercy, and dragged him to the flaming cauldrons under the wall.

They are also county soldiers.

But after participating in the flag-giving ceremony of the Red Army and hearing Chen Sheng's shocking remarks, they are already different from other county soldiers!
They have also become the seeds sown by Chen Sheng, only Chen Sheng's life is to follow!

The crowd of refugees around, watched as a group of tall and strong armored soldiers turned and sent the fat-headed and big-eared little official, like a few pig butchers carrying a big fat pig to the stove, they finished the few under the wall. The deep cauldron of the mouth, the hollow and dull eyes finally lit up a little bit of light!

But at this moment, another team of armored soldiers, escorting an old scribe with Gao Guanbo, walked out from under the cave of the city gate, and shouted loudly from a distance: "Sir, wait, wait... Stop it quickly!"

Seeing the momentum of the coming, the few soldiers who were escorting the brown-robed official stopped in their tracks and looked at Chen Sheng.

Chen Sheng looked at the person who came, raised his arms involuntarily, and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

Numerous refugees who were watching this scene, saw the gleam of light that just lit up in the depths of their eyes, and instantly disappeared!

Without this gleam of bright eyes, it's even darker...

The visitor dismounted from the horse across the distance, hunched his spine and walked quickly to Chen Sheng, squeezed his palms and bowed to the end and said, "My servant Li Si, see your lord!"

Chen Sheng didn't reach out to help, but said lightly: "Mr. Li has worked hard, please get up!"

His usual attitude towards Li Si has always been so lukewarm, so Li Si didn't think much of it, he got up, stepped forward, and whispered in Chen Sheng's ear: "Sir, you must not act like this in front of you. Killing officials in the face of many people!"

"Oh?"

Chen Sheng turned his face away and looked at him in surprise: "Why?"

Li Si: "Have you been an official before?"

Chen Sheng shook his head: "Never, this is the first time!"

Li Si nodded and waved at him: "The ministers are bold, and teach the adults a thing or two... The sage said, the people can let them go, but they can't be made known, officials belong to officials, and people return to officials, like shepherds and hounds, hounds and Sheep, killing officials for the sake of the people not only destroys the governance of officials, but also destroys the principles of the people. If things go on like this, officials will not be officials, and the people will be forced to restore the people!"

"Oh……"

Chen Sheng seemed to suddenly realize that he lengthened his tone, and said in a strange voice: "In the end, you are afraid of death!"

Li Si was stunned for a while, as if he did not understand the meaning of Chen Sheng's words, and before he could speak, he heard Chen Sheng's meaningful and soft voice: "Speaking of which, Mr. Li came very quickly, and I sent people to pay attention to my movements. Bar?"

After saying that, he turned his head to look at the soldiers waiting for his order, and shouted angrily, "Why are you still standing there? Why don't you cook him for me quickly!"

Li Si, who had not yet recovered his senses, was shocked when he heard the words. He hurriedly stepped forward again, and raised his voice eagerly: "Sir Three..."

Chen Sheng turned his head sharply and interrupted him roughly: "What? Duke Li is also feeling cold? Want to get into the cauldron and roll three times?"

Facing his fiercely gleaming eyes, Li Si's heart trembled, and he swallowed the word "Si" abruptly, and said to himself, "Stop, stop, it's not enough to do anything!"

He lowered his eyebrows and lowered his head, took a step back, bowed to the end, and his posture was extremely respectful.

Seeing this, Chen Sheng chuckled, turned his head and laughed loudly at the many refugees: "Two or three sons, today I will also invite you to eat a big dish, Tang Gun Dog Officer, two or three sons must give me some face and eat three Big bowl!"

Thousands of refugees stared at him, and some kind of extinguished light reignited with a loud "teng", and it burned more and more intensely!

Chen Sheng watched the light in their eyes.

Watching the sad look on their numb faces.

After taking a long breath, he said solemnly and solemnly, "My name is Chen Sheng, your county governor, your parental official!"

"From now on, all my officials in Chen County should fulfill their duties and benefit one side!"

"Slackers of dereliction of duty, stop!"

"Oppressing the good, squat!"

"Kill people, kill!"

"From now on, all the citizens of Chen County, but the grievances of being oppressed by the powerful, can go to the county government to complain about their grievances!"

"Those who dare to obstruct the injustice, kill!"

"Dare to rob and kill the injustice, butcher!

"I want to see it!"

"How dark is the sky in Chen County!"

"How hard is your head!"

He shouted in a murderous rage.

Li Si, who couldn't bear to hold him long on one side, glanced at him with a fierce look like a knife, and his heart was full of bitterness!

You just call me by my name!

But in the face of his fierce eyes, he had to bite the bullet, bowed again, and said respectfully: "Wei!"

As soon as the voice fell, all the officials and soldiers outside the East City Gate bowed their hands and shouted in unison, "Wei!"

The thousands of refugees around them quietly watched the tall and straight figure standing among the countless bent people.

I don't know who took the lead, row after row of refugees faced Chen Sheng, bowed to the end, and shouted in a mournful voice, "Meet your lord!"

"Thank you, Lord, for being the master for us!"

"Lord Chen Junda is like a rainy season after a long drought!"

Amid the chaotic shouts, Chen Dao held a roll of bamboo slips in one hand and a bowl of millet porridge from the large pots under the wall in the other hand, walked to Chen Sheng, and presented it to him with both hands.

Chen Sheng first picked up the bamboo slip, opened it and glanced at it, and then glanced at the bowl of millet porridge in Chen Dao's hand, which was so clear that a silhouette could be seen.

Then he threw the bamboo slip in front of Li Si, who was still bowing to one side, and left a sentence, "Mr. Li, don't disappoint me." He turned around amidst thousands of bows, and strode into the city.

Seeing this, Chen Dao hurriedly put the broken pottery bowl in Li Si's hand, turned around and followed Chen Sheng's footsteps quickly, pressing the knife.

Li Si picked up the bamboo slip on the ground and glanced at it, and saw that it was recorded on the bamboo slip: "On September [-]th, outside the East City Gate, there are ten kettles, which consume thousands of kilograms of grain to help the barren people, and the thick porridge can stand up to chopsticks... "

At the end, I looked at the bowl of millet porridge with a clear soup and few water in my hand, and sighed deeply in my heart.

Shuzi is not enough for conspiracy!

The old man tried his best to put the tiger in the cage, but you kept feeding him live food?
……

"Sir, are you going back to the county office?"

After Chen Dao escorted Chen Sheng back to the city, he clasped his fists and asked for instructions.

Chen Sheng looked at the direction of Nancheng Junya, and then looked at the direction of Changningfang in the north. He shook his head and said, "Forget it, return home."

"Here!"

Chen Dao took the order, turned around and commanded the three hundred soldiers, and then turned to Changning Square in the North City.

After he gave the order, Chen Sheng slowed down his horse speed, walked side by side with Chen Dao, and asked, "Uncle Dao, how is the Nanda Ying doing?"

Chen Dao thought for a while, then said, "It will take five or six days."

Chen Sheng thought about it and said solemnly: "Otherwise, take advantage of the recent return of a large number of refugees to the city, and start recruiting troops tomorrow!"

Chen Dao frowned and thought for a moment, then asked in a low voice, "Is it only [-]?"

"Three thousand can help."

Chen Sheng shook his head slowly: "Now that the Yellow Turban thieves are in full swing, the prefecture may wish to recruit more troops from the counties to defend against the Yellow Turban thieves... [-]!"

Chen Dao glanced at him with a headache, and he knew that Chen Sheng would not simply make up for the gap in the county soldiers.

After hesitating for a long time, he gritted his teeth and nodded: "Five thousand is five thousand!"

Chen Sheng nodded with a smile, and finally said: "These three hundred soldiers will be allocated from the army soldiers in the future, and they will be responsible for escorting me in and out."

Chen Dao nodded without even thinking about it. He originally intended to do so, and he would only say it after returning home. Now that Chen Sheng took the initiative to mention it, he would not respond.

He sat on horseback for a tour, and shouted, "Jibu!"

"The mark is here!"

A tall and strong young soldier quickly walked to his side, clasped his fists and said, "Sir."

Chen Sheng took a closer look. It was when he returned to the city earlier that he clearly described the situation outside the South City Gate to the soldier... Jibu?Why does this name sound so unusual?
Chen Dao looked at him solemnly, and shouted in a low voice: "Your Excellency the county governor wants to wait for you to enter the county government office, and you will be with your Lord. Immediately, you will be five hundred generals, and you will lead your army and guard your Lord. If there is a mistake, See you soon!"

The tall and sturdy young soldier was overjoyed when he heard the words, and regardless of the armor, he forced a bow to the end, and said incoherently: "Please, please rest assured, Lord Cao, under the mark, under the mark, but with a breath, no one can hurt the county governor. Root hair!"

(End of this chapter)