Destiny Phoenix

Chapter 422 Establishment of Shelters
Ma Jian suddenly felt that he had been tricked!

hateful!

In a fit of rage, he swung his sword and stabbed it into the horse's neck.

Immediately, blood spurted out thinly, splashing several feet away.The painful neighing of the horse echoed in the air. After a long time, the blood became thinner and thinner. The horse finally shook its body weakly and fell to the ground.

Under the sun, the tip of the sword was dripping with blood.

Seeing this, the group of professional killers who usually kill without batting an eye can't help but sigh.

They kill, but never kill livestock!

"Your Highness, what should we do now?" the killer leader asked, and Ma Jian's blood-red eyes were filled with a terrifying murderous aura.Even if it was him, he also felt a little shocking.

"Go back and look for them. They don't have a horse. They can't go too far. Let me search from house to house!" Ma Jian said sharply, with the ferocity of tearing people into pieces.

"Yes." Everyone got the order, quickly turned their horses and ran back.

Feng Qingyao was standing in the yard at the post station dozens of miles away, looking at the disaster victims all over the place.

This post station is not like a post station, but a refugee concentration camp.

In the courtyard, outside the courtyard gate, there are disaster victims who have fled here.Among them are young children waiting to be fed, and old women with white hair.There are men who are exhausted at the time, and young women who look weak.They probably rested here because they were tired from walking, some sat leaning against the wall, and some simply lay down on the ground.

Everyone has exhaustion on their faces.

Feng Qingyao's heart was touched, and she whispered softly: "The people are living here, and the local officials don't even ask?"

Mo Zhanhua was behind her. Hearing her question, he replied: "It's not that the government doesn't care about it. There are constant wars on the Jingnan border. The officers and soldiers are busy fighting all day, and the yamen is useless. First, there is no one, and second, there is no rice. How to manage it?"

His words reminded her, "Zhanying and the others will arrive in two days, and the 1 taels of silver may not be enough by then."

Looking at these hungry and cold people, she inadvertently thought of her parents and elder brother, wondering if they would encounter the same situation after encountering the mountain torrent in Fengzhong.

If so, will someone help them?

Mo Zhanhua saw the sadness on her face, and knew that she would only show such a sad look when she remembered her parents.Sighing in my heart, this little girl is hard-hearted, but she cares a lot about the person she has identified.Pulling her shoulders, he comforted her softly: "Don't worry, Fengzhong is no better than the border area. If Xiangfeng encounters trouble, he won't be left alone."

At least, Feng Qi and the others will ensure the safety of Feng Xiang's family.

Hearing what he said, Feng Qingyao's face softened a little, she took a long breath, and smiled at him, "I was thinking too much. There are more and more victims along the way, and some of them may be infected with the plague." But I don’t know it. Letting them go to the south may infect more and more places. Anyway, these post stations are idle. Why don’t we turn the post stations into shelters and put food in the post stations to settle the displaced people."

This way, the victims can be gathered together, and if someone is infected with the plague, they can be isolated in time.Secondly, there are post stations in every region, which saves the time and energy of setting up tents.

After the living are settled, they can clean up the source of the plague and deal with the corpses that died in the rainstorm.

"Good idea." Mo Zhanhua also had the same intention.

(End of this chapter)