Reborn Regent of Ming Dynasty

It seems that the so-called complexity of governing the country by the ancestors does have its profound truth.

Listening to the Shandong people's questioning and cheering, the eyes of a group of refugees were red, and Du Fuhu clenched his hands tightly, and his veins burst out.

If Zhang Shouren wasn't here, there was no doubt that there would have been a fight.

"Gao Hu, don't say such things, they came to Jinan because of the military disaster."

"Returning to my lord, it's not just Henan that caused military disasters. There are many people who fled from Yucheng, Pingyuan, Gaotang and other places in Shandong. There are also people from Zhili to Gaoyang in the north, and Jinan. Jinan is the capital of the province after all. , and relatives, so everyone feels safe. But these days, those who deserted the army have begun to leave the city and go home. The Tartars have already crossed the north and will definitely not come back. I plan to take root here... Otherwise, if they rob us of our jobs again, we will bear it. People leave their hometowns and are cheap, and no one wants to leave their hometowns and go to other people's homes to beg for a living, but they want to take root. This is not possible, my lord. We also want to eat!" [

While speaking, there was a rumbling sound not far away. It was the sound of neatly stepping on the ground, and it was the sound of cowhide boots being thrown up neatly and then stepped on hard. Hearing such a sound, the presence of All the people who participated in the fighting were pale... You can tell the sound as soon as you hear it, it is the sound of the Fushan troop marching out.

Not long after, it was Qu Rui who led the officers and soldiers of Team A to appear in the crowd. This time the crowd widened, and some people who were afraid of getting into trouble simply avoided and went home.

The discipline of the Fushan Camp is outrageous, and it is impossible to harm innocent people. However, they are not polite at all to those who commit crimes, and they are merciless in killing them. It's better to be lively or not to join in.

No matter how wrong it was, there were quite a few men from the same city who made troubles, and seeing them being killed made me feel unbearable.

"My lord, I was wrong!"

When he saw the Fushan soldiers in uniform and holding long guns or firecrackers from the brigade, Gao Hu's face turned pale, and he kowtowed heavily, pleading guilty: "My lord, please behead me, don't kill them."

When he said this, the rest of Jinan Minzhuang also knelt down and said in unison: "Please punish us for our crimes, Gao Hu is kind enough to stand up for us."

Qu Rui heard that there was something abnormal during the training, so he rushed over with the Chinese army Zhang Shiqiang. Seeing that there was nothing serious, he immediately felt relieved, he is not a talkative person, he just wiped the sweat from his forehead , stood quietly behind Zhang Shouren's chair, looked at Li Zhuoran, the officer of the inner guard, and smiled slightly at each other.

"This matter is difficult," Li Zhuoran told Qu Rui in a low voice, then scratched his head and said, "I don't know how my lord will deal with it."

"Ah."

Hearing such a thing, Qu Rui was also in a heavy heart, but he couldn't think of any way to solve it for a while.

Tell the refugees to make money, the villagers in this city also need to support themselves, and it doesn't seem right to tell the refugees to eat porridge every day without doing anything.

Besides, there are so many strong people among the refugees, and the people in this city are probably even more dissatisfied with their idle food and not doing anything.

The porridge factory cannot continue to operate on such a large scale, and it is not a long-term solution.