I have a book of good and evil

Chapter 124 Public Complaints Boiling (First Order Request Support)
Rumbling--

Dazzling thunder exploded in the sky, and the flashes of lightning divided the dark sky, providing a momentary light to the earth full of restlessness and fear.

"Hurry up, hurry up, if you want to survive, go faster, don't procrastinate."

Impatient urging sounds sounded, and in the flashing light of the thunder, a winding and lengthy team could be seen slowly crawling on the official road. Extending in the shrouded darkness, with no end in sight, it makes people feel desperate.

Even though it was the severe weather with strong winds, torrential rain, and thunderous thunder, people kept coming out of the city and blending into this huge team, dragging their families forward in the wind and rain.

"You idiots, do you think you're moving? How far do you think you can go with so much trash? When the flood comes, all of you will have to sink into the water to feed the fish..."

And at both ends of the team, at intervals there are several people wearing official robes leading the people forward, and at the gate of that big city, there are more officials, and they will check out the people in the city. The things they carried, under the heavy rain, their clothes were all wet, and their tone of voice was even worse.

"Are you going to throw these away?"

An old man in sackcloth was dragged out of the line by an official with a heavy bag on his back. When he heard the official's request to throw away those bottles and jars, his face was full of reluctance.

"Officer, can you be kind? These items are all useful and good things. If they are lost, I don't know how long it will take to get them back."

"Of course I have to throw it away. Do you know how long this trip will take? Do you want to be exhausted with so much debris?"

The official, who had already been thoroughly drenched by the torrential rain and was completely wet from top to bottom, almost lost the strength to get angry at this moment, because he had seen too many similar people, and his voice was hoarse.

These people simply don't understand how terrifying the disaster they are about to face is, staying where they are is simply going to end in ten deaths, but even if this is explained to them, many people still can't figure it out.

Those people who are used to living a poor life, when they heard that the government was mobilizing to lead them to further places, they immediately packed up their belongings and wanted to take away all the places they could take away. Open, carry the house, they may even want to carry the house.

Although I can understand their behavior, it must be stopped. After all the people have brought enough rations, they can only travel lightly. They must not be allowed to bring pots and pans and other messy things.

This will not only make them exhausted halfway, but will even affect the migration progress of the entire prefecture.If you don't stop it at the beginning, someone will follow suit later, and when the flood hits, you don't know how many people will die.

"My lord, I'm born to be tired. I'm used to hard work. What I do every day is heavy work. This is nothing at all. If I can't be exhausted, just let me carry it on my back!"

The dark-skinned old man looked at the fat, rain-stained official in front of him, with a flattering smile on his face.

"No, Mr. Fu Zun has already issued an order. Except for dry food and clean water, each person can bring at most a few sets of clothes for washing, and the rest are not allowed to take on the road."

The official shook his head firmly and refused, knowing that words alone were not enough to make these poor people give up their property, so he pointed to the soldiers who were still in the wind and rain.

"If you still don't want to, I'll ask them to help you. It's not up to you to decide what to throw away."

"My lord, is it okay if I don't leave?"

The old man looked at the armor and spears that were shining brightly even in the wind and rain, subconsciously shrunk his head, his face showed fear, but he couldn't help but feel a little rebellious in his heart.

"I'll just stay at home and not go anywhere!"

"Do you want to die? There will be floods sweeping here in three days, and even if you have ten lives, you won't be able to die."

"Then die and count."

The old man looked back at the bloated luggage on his back, and smiled indifferently.

"Fuck your mother's fart!"

The fat official with no dry cloth on his body was furious, grabbed the old man by his collar, and sprayed his face with saliva.
"What do you think I've been here in the rain for a long time, want to die? Dreaming, your life is up to the government now, bring me two people, pick up this old guy's luggage, and give him a few more Pancakes!"

While the old man was in a daze, two heavy-duty soldiers came up and dragged him aside. Then, amidst his wailing, they unloaded all the pots and pans he was carrying on his back, and smashed them in front of him. A pulpy.

"It's gone, it's gone!"

The old man looked at the fragments in front of him, lost his mind, it was all his belongings, he just wanted to take it with him, but now it was all smashed.

"Get it, this is your ration for the next three days!"

Amidst the old man's howling, a ball of slightly warm oiled paper was stuffed into his arms, and the scent of scallion oil wafted out of the oiled paper, which could not be dispelled even by wind and rain, the old man couldn't help swallowing immediately. He took a big mouthful of saliva and stopped crying by the way.

"Why are you still sitting there stupidly? Why don't you hurry up and catch up, Mr. Huang gave you all his rations."

A force that was too great for him to resist fell on him, and the old man was forcibly pulled by his collar and forced to stand up.

"My lord's ration?"

The old man looked a little puzzled, but also a little strange.

He saw that the fat official who yelled at him just now dragged out another middle-aged man who was somewhat similar to him from the relocation team, carrying pots and pans, and beside him was a woman in the same dress , beside them were a few children with ignorant eyes.

"Master Huang just ordered you to cry pitifully, so don't be ignorant. Hurry up and get on the road. The government is also for your own good. These things, when the water subsides, will not be able to earn back."

"I've spent most of my life earning..."

The old man hugged the slightly warm oiled paper bag tightly to his chest. He smelled the smell of scallion oil and muttered, but the indifferent attitude just now disappeared from his face.

He glanced at the fat official who was carrying the man with his family and was yelling at him. Under the urging of the soldiers around him, he merged into the migratory flow of people and marched into the distance under the heavy rain. .

"Ugh!"

High above the sky, amidst the thick clouds, a god general in red armor looked down at the migratory team that was crying and cursing from time to time, and couldn't help sighing.

He saw the government's brutal behavior towards those "stubborn" people. As long as the things they brought exceeded the limit, they would be forcibly dragged away, and then smashed to pieces in front of them.

For ordinary people, this was more cruel than beating them. They were forced to go on the road, their hearts were full of resentment, and their mouths were full of curses.

Although the government has clearly informed them that there will be floods, they still have three-point doubts about it before seeing it with their own eyes. After the government smashed most of their belongings, their doubts expanded to seven points.

Public grievances are boiling

But in the sky, Feng Bingwen, who noticed all this, did not follow the public's will, because he knew that the government's approach was correct, and three days was really too short.

I don't have much time to explain too much to those people who don't even know the words. Even if I explain it clearly to them, some people still don't believe it. These people only believe what they see with their own eyes.

Only when the flood hit and submerged the entire Fucheng, the boiling public grievances will dissipate, and everyone will sing praises for the government in the joy of the rest of their lives after the catastrophe.

This is true even if many people with poor physiques will die because of this stormy migration.

"There are still people!"

The general's gaze swept across the moving team, and finally landed on the bustling and noisy city full of people. He felt the faint breath of life in many houses.

The god general jumped up and turned into a red rainbow, following the wind and rain, it fell into the empty city, probably because the government's order came too suddenly, and most of the stalls on both sides of the street were not put away. Under the raging wind and rain, all kinds of vegetables and goods were scattered all over the place, adding to the desolation.

"I see!"

Feng Bingwen's divine sense dominated the general's actions. Walking in this seemingly quiet and desolate city, he soon came to a faint aura that he had sensed in the sky before, and he saw clearly who it was.

It was an old man wearing thin clothes, holding a dead wooden cane, sitting expressionlessly at the gate, staring blankly at the pouring rain.

This is a very old man, his muscles have shrunk, and the wrinkled old skin is tightly attached to the bones. Because of the decline of Qi and blood, his back can't stand upright, and he can't walk. convenient.

He was abandoned!
It may not be accurate to say this, the government also wants to save everyone, but letting an old man of this age walk for dozens of miles on a muddy road in a violent wind and rain will undoubtedly kill him. stay at home.

And there are tens of thousands of old people like this in this city. They sat silently at home, watching the government organize their descendants to evacuate the big city under the heavy rain.

Non-vegetation, ruthless Practice makes perfect.

Feng Bingwen raised his palm, but just as he was about to do something for these old people, a gust of sandalwood that was so thick that even the wind and rain could not dispel it surged on the street. Gods in golden armor will appear before him.

(End of this chapter)