The fate of writers

Chapter 120
In Yin County, the courier was tightly tied up and held in prison.

The messenger touched the letter in his arms. I am afraid that my Lord's mission will not be completed.

This is because he is ignorant. What he doesn't know is that the first few were all executed upon arrest. He is still alive. To some extent, the county magistrate's attitude has been shaken.

In the county office, several principals sat together.

Zeng Hong looked at the county lieutenant: "The distress letter..."

The county lieutenant shook his head: "All the exits are blocked by the thieves."

Zeng Hong turned around and asked, "How long can the county's food supply last?"

Hufang Dianshi sighed: "There are already people's food."

"Is the thief army mentally unstable?"

The arresting squad replied: "The thief has never reduced his focus."

As the questions and answers continued, the atmosphere became increasingly silent. Zeng Hong asked no questions and no one spoke.

As for whether anyone said that the city gate was opened and surrendered, of course there was.It's just that they often talk to adults about these "loyal" words in private.Now that the big guys are here, they must not be able to shake the morale of the army.Don't you see, the last one who didn't wink has been executed.

"The imperial court will not give up on us, we must trust Mr. Zhang..."

Everyone here counted as one, and no one ate this cake. Even Zeng Hong felt that he couldn't draw any more, so he insisted on drawing.Zhang Jinglue is Wenzong, but he is not a capable person.

"How are the people?" Zeng Hong simply drew a cake that was not round, and then changed the subject.

"People are panicking. Those whose families don't have enough savings are already clamoring for the city gates to be opened. Fortunately, the county soldiers suppressed them in time."

"Did the relief food not be distributed in time?" Zeng Hong looked at Hufang Dianshi with knife-like eyes. Normally, he would forget about it. If he was holding back at this time, he would not let him go.

"My lord, two days ago, there was no food in the warehouse." Hufang Dianshi had a bitter expression on his face.He saw the rapid reduction of the half-grain grain with his own eyes. Fortunately, Yin County didn't point to anyone who made a fortune in this area, otherwise the time could be pushed forward by another five or six days.

"That's all." Zeng Hong waved his hand and then asked, "Mipu?"

"After cracking down on one family, two others said that there was no food in the store. It can't continue, and the price has soared to skyrocketing now."

Zeng Hong closed his eyes and asked, "A messenger has been sent over there. Let's... meet."

"Your Excellency is wise!" Everyone said in unison.We have been waiting for this day for a long time, and if we continue to siege, the landlord's family will not have any food left!
A person who is loyal to the country must live first, isn't it, Your Majesty, I have no choice but to live in Cao Ying and my heart is in Han.

The messenger was escorted out of prison by two men. He thought he was going cold, so he struggled desperately.

"What are you doing? I'm the messenger of the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom. The two countries are at war without killing each other. Do you understand? Let go, let go, let me go." The messenger was flustered, and his courage had already been worn out in prison. , he was afraid of death, so he tried his best to exaggerate and pull the tiger flag.

The troublesome yamen servant took out a sweat towel and stuffed it into the courier's mouth. He was so annoying. Don't you know that doing things on an empty stomach is very annoying?

The messenger is also very desperate. This smell, vomit——

That is to say, there is not much food in the stomach, but the retching is uncomfortable enough, and the acid water in the stomach keeps churning.

"My lord, I brought them here." The yamen servant took advantage of the door to scan around, good fellow, the adults sat in a row.

"Go down."

"Yes." The yamen servant closed the door thoughtfully.

The county lieutenant clamped the corner of the sweat towel in the messenger's mouth with his fingertips, and then threw it aside in disgust.

The messenger first retched twice, then took a big gulp of air, and exhaled—he came back to life.

(End of this chapter)