Chapter 250 His Royal Highness the Prince is skilled in commanding troops

Author: Potato Sweet Potato Pie

Chapter 250 His Royal Highness the Prince is skilled in commanding troops

Looking at every scene in the camp, as well as the propaganda slogans, everyone was silent for a long time. After a while, someone murmured and asked: "Is this place still under my rule, the Ming Dynasty?"

"Don't talk nonsense. If it weren't for me, where would it be under the rule of the Ming Dynasty?"

"Then why is there so much weirdness here?"

Wang Hua was scanning the camp. He found that not only the camp was weird, but the people here were also weird. There was clearly envy in the eyes that looked over.

This envy seems not to be directed at them, but at the dozens of people who brought them here.

What are you envious of?

"Ahem."

At this moment, several coughs sounded. He was very weak. Li Dongyang was choked by the smell of mugwort on the mask and woke up. The others noticed that Mr. Li Ge had woken up and hurriedly gathered around, "Mr. Li, Mr. Li

woke up?"

Li Dongyang pulled down the mask with his hands. He dreamed that someone was frying Chinese medicine. There were so many Chinese medicines that were so bitter and astringent that he could not breathe.

But as soon as he exposed his nose and took two breaths of fresh air, someone grabbed his hand and put the mask on him again, "Mr. Ge, don't take off this mask, otherwise you will get the disease."

"It's okay. You can pick them when you get to the camp. There are no diseases in the camp."

As he said that, the man took off the mask on his face, and the other men also took off their masks one after another. After getting along together, they finally saw the faces of this group of people.

But no one paid attention to the appearance of these people at the moment. Seeing that these people had taken off their masks, everyone else quickly took off their masks.

The smell of mugwort was so bitter that it always got into their noses, so that they didn't even want to talk along the way.

At this time, I took off my mask and gasped for fresh air. But after taking a few breaths, I found that the air in the camp was not fresh, and was mixed with a strong smell of mugwort.

Seeing Mr. Li Ge wake up, everyone seemed to have remembered something. They asked the men, "Is there a doctor in this camp?"

"Yes, there are not only doctors, but also medicines."

"Where is it? Take me there quickly."

"There's no rush, let's go and change the food first, but it's quick. It won't take much time. Let's go and change the food."

With that said, these men enthusiastically pulled them towards the big shed not far away. Although several officials were anxious, they had no choice but to follow after hearing that it wouldn't take much time.

The most important thing is that there are too many people in this camp, and if they get into trouble, it's easy to suffer losses.

So a group of hundreds of people were led by these men to the large shed.

There was already a queue here, but they were clearly divided into small groups.

A dozen or dozens of men form a group, and there are always a varying number of refugees in the group.

In fact, it is not difficult to distinguish. Although those men are not very clean, they are full of energy; while those refugees are not only ragged, but also sallow and thin, and mentally depressed.

There is always a voice calling out the number at the front of the team, ten, fifteen, twenty and so on.

The team gradually moved, and soon it was their turn. The leading man stepped forward with his head held high and loudly said: "One hundred and thirty-two!"

Hearing this number, people around were in an uproar. It has been more than a month since the collapse. Since more than ten days ago, countless teams have been searching for the surviving victims. After so many days, where is this in Puzhou?

It was also possible to find so many victims at once.

The person who was counting people was also a little surprised. He looked back and saw that there were indeed hundreds of people, so he asked, "Is the number correct?"

"We counted it many times along the way, and we definitely counted it correctly."

"Do you want work points or food?"

"I want food."

"You want food?"

"Well, I want food."

"One person exchanges three kilograms of grain for one hundred and thirty-two people," the statistician said, fiddling with the abacus beads, "three hundred and ninety-six kilograms of grain."

When they heard that there was so much food, the dozens of people grinned happily. Even if according to the regulations, each of these hundreds of people had to be given one catty, then each of them could get five or six catties.

At this time, the officials were already in an uproar. Along the way, they saw these people counting and kept shouting about exchanging food. Only now did they finally understand that they were exchanging us for food.

A dignified imperial official was actually exchanged for food.

It’s just three pounds per person. It’s too much. It’s simply a shame!

Without much effort, dozens of men came over carrying three sacks. Each sack contained one stone of grain, which is one hundred and twenty kilograms, and three sacks equaled three hundred and sixty kilograms. One of them was carrying half a kilogram.

Sacks of food.

"This is for you."

As soon as a sack was placed in front of them, Wang Hua's chest immediately felt a little tight. He was a dignified Hanlin scholar and a lecturer in the East Palace. He went to the disaster area to find his son and came to help the victims. How come he was given food by the victims instead?

However, along the way, there was really not much dry food left. It would be nice to have food, at least you wouldn't go hungry.

What's more, these grains were obviously exchanged for himself and others.

So everyone accepted it with peace of mind, but before the man could stop, he took out more than ten kilograms of grain from the half bag of grain and put it into the cloth bag that contained the mask before. "Here, there are also these, they are also divided."

For you."

Wang Hua was a little embarrassed and didn't know what to say, but he accepted it silently, held it in his arms, and then coughed lightly and asked, "May I ask, where is the doctor?"

"Oh, right over there where the queue is, that's the medical center."

Looking in the direction of the finger, it was the very large room, or corridor, where hundreds or thousands of people were lined up.

Everyone was looking over there, but there was a middle-aged official who was determined to look into the shed where grain was distributed. At this time, dozens of men were not blocking the front, and he could clearly see the official who was sitting in the shed doing statistics.

The appearance of a person.

He looked like a scholar, wearing a dirty ninth-grade official robe. He looked to be in his twenties. When he saw his face, the official suddenly shouted, "My son!"

Immediately, he staggered over and ran over. The scholar sitting inside was writing something with a pen. Hearing this shout, he looked up and saw a dark, dirty face in front of him.

The face was very dirty, covered with mud stains one after another, and the three-foot-long beard on the lower jaw had long been tangled and sticky, but this face looked very familiar.

The scholar's body trembled, and finally he shouted: "Dad!"

"My son." Xu Qianwen, who was in charge of the Ministry of Personnel, burst into tears and hugged his son, "Dad, when I saw the miserable situation in Chaocheng County, I thought you. I regret it."

, Dad should not let you fill this gap, Dad is sorry for you."

"But I didn't expect that my son is still alive. My son is still alive, haha. My son is still alive!"

Xu Qianwen just cried heartbreakingly and confessed loudly, but now he was crying and laughing as if he was crazy. But the people present watched silently. Scenes like this often happened in this camp.

There was a huge earthquake, and relatives were separated. I thought they were dead, but I saw my relatives who were still alive. The huge surprise is conceivable.

Xu Zicheng was also crying, but he asked in a tearful tone: "Dad, why are you here in Puzhou?"

"Dad, I'm here to see you. I'm here to help the victims as assigned by the imperial court."

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Xu Zicheng's expression became a little stiff. He looked at the crowd of people waiting to help the victims?

"Dad, haven't there been people from the imperial court a long time ago?"

"Where has it been? The court only learned the news a few days ago."

While the father and son were talking, all the officials rushed up. Wang Hua intervened forcefully between the father and son, and was the first to speak: "Have you seen my son?"

Xu Zicheng looked at this unkempt middle-aged man, who looked like a middle-aged beggar no matter what, but he also knew that this man was probably a court official, so he used the honorific title, "I don't know who you are, sir."

Wang Hua straightened his back and said, "Wang Hua, bachelor of the Hanlin Academy, my son is Wang Shouren."

"Wang Shouren"

Xu Zicheng was startled for a moment, then his eyes lit up, he stood up and said, "Are you Mr. Wang's father?"

"Yes, yes, my son is still here," Wang Hua said, but he paused and was too timid to ask.

"Don't worry, Sir, Sir Wang is very well. Sir Wang should be patrolling this camp right now."

Hearing this, Wang Hua breathed a long sigh of relief, and his eyes turned a little red. He had gone through so much hardship to come here, and learned that his son was still alive. It was all worth it.

Immediately, he instinctively looked around the camp. He didn't see Wang Shouren on patrol, but he saw Li Dongyang lying on a stretcher. Li Ge Lao stretched out his hands hard, as if he wanted to say something.

Seeing this scene, Wang Hua hurried over and cleared the place. The other officials caught Xu Ziwen and asked about the whereabouts of his relatives.

When he got closer, Li Dongyang said weakly: "Prince, ask about the whereabouts of the prince."

"Yes, Prince!"

Wang Hua raised his palm and slapped himself hard on the forehead, then hurriedly ran back, pushed through the crowd, and said to Xu Zicheng: "Where is His Highness the Crown Prince? Is His Royal Highness okay?"

Before he could ask why, he was pushed away by Wang Hua. The officials crowded here couldn't help but glare at him. You are a Hanlin University scholar. We all let you ask first. Now that you have asked,

When you learned that your son was still alive, why did you come back?

But when they heard that Wang Hua was asking about the whereabouts of the prince, the crowd stopped. Their purpose of coming here was not to provide disaster relief, but their main purpose was to find the prince and his relatives and son.

"Yes, yes, how is your highness, your highness? Is he okay now?"

"Don't worry, my lords, His Highness the Crown Prince is doing very well. He went to put down the rebellion with Lord Xia two days ago. He will be back in about two days."

"Counterinsurgency?!"

Hearing that the prince was well, everyone was relieved, but when they heard the word "counter-rebellion", they quickly became uproar. It is common sense that there will be rebellion after the disaster, but His Highness the prince ran to put down the rebellion. What if this happened?

Something went wrong.

Seeing the panic among the high-ranking officials who looked like refugees, Xu Zicheng said: "My lords, His Royal Highness is an expert in commanding troops. He has suppressed rebellions many times and returned in triumph every time."

The third update, etc., I’m still writing.
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