Chapter 330: Natural and man-made disasters, demons and plagues

The northern foothills of Mang Mountain, Nianliting Township.

In the home of Shen Yuan, the richest man in the town, the middle door is wide open, and the beautifully built spacious courtyard is full of chaos.

A group of servants were worriedly busy helping their master pack their luggage for a long journey, while the master's family, old and young, were all crying and mourning.

"UuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuWe are forced to leave our hometown and move all the way to the capital. Isn't this going to cost the lives of our whole family?"

“Without the industry that generations of people have worked so hard to save, how can we survive?

How long can I last with nothing to show for it?"

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A white-faced clerk who was supervising their move was listening to the cries.

Immediately facing the Member Shen who he might not be able to meet even if he wanted to meet him in the past, he flexed his power and said arrogantly:

"Mr. Shen, should I hear your family's resentment towards the imperial court or should I not hear it?

No matter how much you delay, you still have to go.

The imperial edict makes it very clear, if anyone dares to disrespect you, you only need to report it to the imperial court and they will be executed immediately!"

At the end of this dynasty, the official system has already collapsed.

Other places in the Dayan Dynasty did not have the "gods in the air" based on the human-ghost city-god system like Dengzhou Prefecture.

Being able to supervise officials, purge officials, and restore order to the world.

It can be said that from top to bottom, everything is a mess.

On weekdays, these slippery officials would still make waves even if there is no wind, not to mention that now there are orders issued by the court?

Although the order was issued to allow wealthy families with furniture worth more than 10,000 taels of silver to move into the capital.

But everything was the same throughout the dynasties, and when it came time to implement it, everything immediately changed.

As long as those large households within the jurisdiction that are easy to target will be targeted by local officials, there are many means that can be used to exploit the problem.

Even if you cooperate honestly, you still have to peel off a layer of skin. If you resist even a little bit, you will be beaten as a gangster and your property will be confiscated.

In this era when clan power is strong, people are humble when they leave their hometown.

After leaving their hometown, the clan is like a tiger with its teeth pulled out and a bird with its wings clipped. It is no longer possible to make trouble and anyone can bully them.

Of course, after these elites were gone, the "Dragon Qi Law Ban" that was already struggling in various places suddenly weakened to the extreme.

Huge hidden dangers and disasters have been quietly laid.

After hearing the words of the county official, Shen, who was nearly fifty years old and had gone through many trials and tribulations, although his face was pale, he also knew that his arms could not hold his thighs.

This strategy of strong trunks and weak branches for migrating powerful people has been around since ancient times.

In history, the Liu dynasty forcibly moved the wealthy and powerful families in Guandong to the nearby Maoling in Guanzhong eight times.

It is only a hundred miles away from Nianliting Township.

Officer Shen only thought that this dynasty would implement this policy now, but he had no idea that the people in charge in the capital were no longer human beings, and that they could not be as affectionate as before.

While I think I'm unlucky, I just want to try my best to bargain:

"The Shen family naturally does not dare to disobey orders. However, we would like to ask the county to give us a few days of grace so that we can deal with the farmhouse and the house before we can set off!"

The white-faced petty official who suddenly gained power through the "Great Migration" just sneered:

"Hey, Mr. Shen, you are really old and confused!

You dare to delay the first order given by the new emperor after he ascends the throne. Are you despising the Holy One?

Your whole family will leave immediately today, leaving only one member of the family to take care of the property.

If you have any worries, the county government’s accounting office will help you, just don’t worry.”

"you!!!"

Clearly catching the flash of greed in the clerk's eyes, Officer Shen's old face couldn't help but turn red.

I still don’t understand why it is false to despise the Holy One, but it is true to delay their fortune!

After sending his family away in a hurry, he didn't even think about whose pockets the family's property would go into.

"Commander Shen, please!"

A guard general who was responsible for "protecting" them also slowly put his hand on the handle of the knife at his waist, making no attempt to hide his threat.

Even looking at the beautiful flowers in Shen's house, my heart gradually felt itchy.

I am already thinking about how I should pamper these beauties who are tired of traveling and traveling when they are on the road.

The atmosphere in the courtyard suddenly became tense.

At this time.

The sky above everyone's heads darkened slightly, as if a large haze was gradually spreading from the north.

As a gust of wind blew outside the door, a thick rotten smell instantly surrounded them.

The white-faced clerk, who was originally very proud, could not help but pinch his nose quickly and cursed:

"What's going on? Which family is holding a funeral again?

The person who stinks like this is probably a poor man who couldn't even afford a pair of coffin boards and hastily wrapped it up in mats.

This Beimang Mountain is about to turn into a mass grave, and there is a smell of corpses every day, which is really unlucky!"

According to the basic rules of the Little Ice Age, severe floods and severe droughts alternated in turns.

Last year there was a severe flood in the whole north, and this year it turned into a severe drought without any surprise.

From the heavy rain on February 2 to now, there has not been a serious rain in Beimang Mountain.

It's like all the rain all year round has been concentrated on that day.

After a long winter, there was a severe drought. In some places where water conservancy was not developed, all the spring seedlings had died in the fields.

Natural disasters have continued for years, and people who cannot survive are everywhere.

Also, as the temperature rises, the bodies of people and animals who were frozen to death in winter begin to rot, but there are so many that there is no time to cremate them.

Most of them were thrown into Beimang Mountain nearby, adding another layer to the sinister reputation of the "Abyss of White Bones" at the foot of the mountain.

but.

Just after the white-faced official finished cursing, everyone found that the lingering smell was getting stronger and stronger.

What followed was a gray-white hazy mist, and a strange chanting sound that was getting closer and closer in the mist!

"Dama Damai, Dam Damai, Dachali'an Chalamano, only Avalokitesma"

The tune was so weird that it made people vomit in their ears.

It even felt as if something extremely small was being transmitted into his ears and brain along with the sound of chanting sutras, and then flowed throughout his body along with his blood.

The leading officer glanced at his subordinates, and the two soldiers, who had the strength of the first level of the Art of War [Fine and Flesh Foreign Minister], immediately drew their sabers and rushed out of the Shen family's gate.

He looked intently towards the main road in the countryside not far away.

I saw in the gray-white mist, a huge team seemed to be holding a large-scale ritual, playing music and singing.

It seems normal, but there is something unspeakably evil about it.

As the team got closer and closer, the eyes of the two people opened wider and wider, and a cold breath rushed directly to their foreheads.

hiss--!

They were so horrified by the sight before them that they did not dare to move.

Just because what is getting closer and closer in front of me is not a serious monk doing something, but a large group of skinned weasels!

These skinned weasels are about the size of seven or eight-year-old children.

Together, they were carrying a terrifying bone sedan that seemed to be made of human bones and skin, bloody, white, and miserable.

Also sitting in the bone sedan was a large weasel that was comparable in size to a normal adult.

It also has no fur, and is exposed to dirty flesh and blood.

He was only wrapped in a layer of yellow fur monk's robes, and wore various gems, agates, and clams to represent the majestic Buddha.

If Wang Yuan were here, he would be able to tell at a glance that this is the [Yellow-skinned Dharma King]!

Beside the Dharma King, there are other little yellow leather men holding conchs and golden cymbals. They play, play, and sing, and the dirty Sanskrit sounds that make people vomit are constantly surrounding them.

It's just weird.

The ones guarding this [Yellow-skinned Dharma King] are not just those small skinned plague monsters.

Leading the way were several Taoist priests wearing yellow robes and extremely pale faces.

Together, they held a large, dirty black and yellow umbrella and jumped up and down in front of the team, guiding the direction of the entire strange team.

The shape of the big umbrella is like an emperor's umbrella, opening up a piece of dirty "Dharma Light", like a canopy covering all the "Plague".
To be continued...