Reborn Regent of Ming Dynasty

As for this time, among the crowd, there were only sparse accusations, which were considered extremely restrained.

Although it is inconvenient for this group of Henan people from Zhangde to speak out...they are not disapproving, but are deeply disappointed with the emperor, and even extremely hostile. Jia Fu brought unnecessary misfortune to Zhang Shouren. If they said they still had hope for the emperor or the court, they were afraid that these people would beat the person who said this to death.

The hungry and displaced people in Henan already hated the Ming Dynasty to the bone.

If it weren't for this, Li Zicheng would not have entered Henan, like a dragon entering the sea, and won hundreds of thousands of soldiers in more than a year.

"I already know about you." [

Zhang Shouren sighed, got up and ordered: "However, if you openly fight on the street and dozens of people die, your matter will be settled? Gao Hu, let me ask you, Henan people are also kind people like you. The households managed to escape the danger here and save their lives, do you have the heart to kill them all?"

"Here, there is no grudge against each other, how can we have such thoughts."

"Well... Du Fuhu, you are living in Jinan, and you were kindly taken in at first, but now you are robbing people of their jobs, and they have wives and children to support, do you still have the heart to beat and injure their men?"

Du Fuhu's face turned red, he lowered his head, and replied: "People's hearts are fleshy, and we are also grateful to the good people here in Shandong. If it weren't for them, our whole family would have starved to death long ago."

"Ah."

Zhang Shouren's expression became extremely satisfied, and the buzzing around him became much quieter. Most of the people watching were ordinary people, and there were also gentry and businessmen. The attitude of the discussion has been greatly admired.

"What are you working so hard for?"

Asked such a question, a group of Henan refugees laughed wryly.

It was still Du Fuhu who replied: "Smallpox was spreading a while ago. If you hadn't sent medical officers to treat it and give out porridge and medicine, our group of people would have died... We want to make more money and collect some money to buy some." Cattle and sheep, send them to the camp, although Fushan Camp does not lack this, but this is a little bit of our heart..."

He was rambling on like this, but Zhang Shouren's heart kept sinking.

These people in front of me, compared to those officials and gentry, compared to those big men in Zhien Tubao, I don’t know how many times better!

At this moment, in Jinan City, there are still many people who are wholeheartedly thinking of welcoming Ni Chong and even Liu Zeqing, trying to find ways to invite him away again... Zhang Shouren and Fushanying are too strong, they suppress some people I can't breathe!

"You guys, rest!"

A smile appeared on Zhang Shouren's face, and he strode over to beat these Henan refugees one by one. With his strength, he smashed them all over and beat them up repeatedly. No matter how strong a man is, he can't hold it up. Zhang Shouren is so affectionate.

"Go back and rest near the porridge factory. Don't do any more work, and don't look for things to do. Let me arrange everything."

"Well, what the adults said, I listen!"

"We listen to the adults!"

Treating smallpox, giving porridge, and giving away medicine, just a few things are enough to establish an irreplaceable image among the refugees. Zhang Shouren can solve the big mess in front of him with just one sentence.