Faced with artillery fire and fully armed soldiers, the people of Siming Mansion had no choice but to escape in a safe direction.
Most of the houses are wooden structures, and the fire quickly started.
People hope to survive, so they naturally escape without any brains.
But when everyone escaped from the town and ran to the beach, it turned into a cloth bag, and they were like bugs jumping into the cloth bag, completely surrounded by real artillery, and there were musket teams guarding it.
A few young and strong men planned to try to rush out, but after being hit by a sporadic cannon, the beach suddenly became quiet.
The fire there has been controlled, and the broken wooden houses on the outside will be burned. The important thing is the interior. There are really wooden and stone houses where the rich live. Mao Yijian arranged for soldiers to check the entire city and began to search these places. He was just searching, but no one was allowed to store their goods privately.
"Xiaobai, what are you looking for?" Mao Yijian ran with Bai Minghe for almost an hour.
"Look for what General Mao said about the possibility of descendants of Jianwen." Bai Minghe continued to search, Mao Yijian's face was dark, and he knew very well that the possibility of descendants of Jianwen here was infinitely close to zero. If he was so close to the Ming Dynasty, if there were descendants of Jianwen, the people here had already died ten or eight times.
Not to mention descendants of Jianwen, even the remains of Jianwen can make the people here die ten or eight times.
"Don't look for Xiaobai, these are just despicable refugees, at most some unscrupulous merchants." Mao Yijian changed his statement again.
"As long, I believe it. Then let's try!"
Mao Yijian was generalized by the white-famous He, and he had no choice but to nod.
"General Mao, I believe they sell private salt, but when it comes to sins, only private salt is never guilty in my heart. A country cannot even afford salt to the people. This is the court's fault. In the past, General Mao knew what the price of a pound of salt was in the capital. It was probably because General Mao knew about it. It was worth 180 million taels of salt, and how much was the salt tax from the national treasury. So..."
"Sure, I will listen to you in everything." Mao Yi refused to argue with Bai Minghe, even if he was an elder.
If you let the white-known crane surround you, you will probably start to feel ashamed.
"It's almost noon. We arrange 500 people to continue searching these houses, and check any places where people can be hidden. The rest of the troops began to cook and eat." Bai Minghe ordered and began to walk out. Less than five miles east of the town, the beach was on the side of the sea, where more than 10,000 people were crowded in a mess.
This place. Gravel beach, no plants, no fresh water.
The soldiers surrounded this place with a semicircular formation, and there were ships and gun doors on the sea. Anyone who dared to go into the water would definitely fire the fire. The person who was killed just now was buried in the sand. When everyone looked at this scene, they were afraid and scared to death. No one knew what would happen next.
The soldiers of the regular army had food and hot rice.
These people surrounded have no food, not to mention food, but not even a sip of water.
At three or four o'clock in the afternoon, the dried cakes prepared from Qinzhou were carried over at the command of Bai Minghe, and even the quantity was strictly required. Then several donkey carts carrying water stopped from the barracks in front of the surrounded people.
"Sir, as you ordered, prepare the cakes at 70% of the time, and each person has only two mouthfuls of water."
Bai Minghe nodded, picked up a telescope and walked out of the tent. He walked to the arrow tower in the camp. Mao Yijian and Wang Cheng both came out. They looked at each other, but they didn't understand what Bai Minghe was going to do.
The basket containing the cakes and the cart pulled the bucket to stop, and the soldiers put down their things and retreated.
At this time, hundreds of people who were close to each other rushed up immediately, and the people behind rushed forward to grab the food and water.
Mao Yijian said at this time: "According to their way of grabbing, 95% of the people cannot drink water, and more than 60% of the people cannot eat cakes." As he was speaking, a few strong men waved sticks and shouted and scolded there. Soon dozens of people were beaten, but they were still stuffing cakes into their mouths, and more people scattered.
"Someone cares about it, maybe they can get a better difference!" Mao Yijian said again.
"Not necessarily!" Wang Cheng replied coldly: "This matter is eye-catching. Thousands of young and strong people are scared by the people. If they attack in groups, they will be invincible with the skills of the Zajia, and there is only one way to die. This is slave nature, and Zajia can see it clearly."
Let them see servility?
The answer is definitely no, and Bai Minghe is not interested in using people to prove the existence of this slavery.
Bai Minghe didn't say anything and continued to watch. He just wanted to know whether this Siming Mansion was an ordinary person who fled or the kind of person Mao Yijian said. But from the moment he looked at least there was a group of evil people among them.
An old man, an old man wearing a Confucian shirt, walked out. Judging from his walking posture and clothes on his body, he was almost the same as the one killed by a white crane. At least he was a kind of person, and he might even be in the same group.
The old man came out and looked around, and the eyes of the people around him were avoiding the old man.
Bai Minghe asked at this time: "Whoever comes to work, isn't the one who has left behind no family members in Siming Mansion, and the one who has left is still in Siming Mansion without exception?"
Mao Yijian couldn't answer, but Wang Cheng winked at his subordinates and someone immediately went to investigate.
The old man walked to the water truck, washed his hands in a bucket, and then cleaned the dust on his face. Then he sat aside. A strong man holding a stick held a piece of cake in both hands. The old man just bit it and threw it aside. The strong man quickly took another piece, teared the two sides apart, and picked the soft one in the middle.
The old man was eating, but he only ate it was a little softer.
Bai Minghe asked, "Where are our people sent to ask about anything in Siming Mansion?"
"No, in the eyes of Dongchang, Siming Mansion is not even as good as a mountaintop of a bandit, and at most it is considered a refugee camp. According to General Mao, Dongchang may have sent people to investigate thirty or forty years ago, but there is definitely not in the past ten years, so it is not worth checking there." Wang Cheng gave Bai Minghe a positive answer.
Bai Minghe stretched out his hand and pointed: "I was wondering what kind of big man that person is."
"Do you want to ask?" Wang Cheng asked.
Bai Minghe shook his head gently: "No interest, arrange two soldiers to go over, set up a wooden frame, tie his hands and hang them there, half of his feet can be touched on the ground. Don't let him die, I'm going to ask some questions."
"We are good at this kind of thing!" Wang Cheng smiled and slapped his hand, pointed at the one under the arrow tower, and after giving a few instructions, the one clasped his fists and took a few people over. The soldiers of this kind of old man didn't feel comfortable looking. What's the point? It's still a good idea. Let you try the Dragonfly Slightly Water from the East Factory.
Several strong men were planning to protect him. Faced with the absolute force of the East Factory, several people were immediately taken down and tied up to the military camp, while the old Confucian scholar was hung up.
The white-famous crane continued to observe.
No one snatched him anymore, and he poured out more than a dozen people, some old or strong, one of them was a woman. He didn't say that he looked like a woman, but only said that his figure was not worse than a man.
They were negotiating and then divided the water and the cake.
Bai Minghe was also observing how to divide the small groups back. "It seems that at least they have a human side."
"What the adults say is that those who can take care of their pregnancy and hold their children who have not yet come out of the month are always kind-hearted." Wang Cheng also looked at it. The people in Siming Mansion were not purely evil people, but some of them must be evil people.
Only Mao Yijian looked embarrassed. In his eyes, at least 70% of them were evil people, but now it seems that at least 70% of them are still people who are obedient to moral minimums. They dare not say that they are definitely good people, but at least they are normal people.
"The order was sent to the men and women. The women's camp sent five hundred blankets, three hundred coal stoves, five thousand coal balls, and a few firewood. The water was prepared according to three liters of each person, one hundred kilograms of milk powder, ten kilograms of snow sugar, ten kilograms of rice, ten kilograms of snow salt, and ten kilograms of pickles. The men's camp sent one liter of water, no coal, and cakes were distributed according to the standard of one and a half chunks of each person."
"Yes!" Wang Cheng responded and immediately passed the order.
Bai Minghe went down the arrow tower, and the tied people were brought to him. Bai Minghe nodded and Wang Cheng asked, "Who is that old man?"
"There are people behind Dongweng. Prince Annan married his daughter. The concubine of Fuzhou Prefectural Secretary is his granddaughter. You only have the fifth-rank official uniform on you. If you take this Siming Mansion, you will take it. You'd better be more respectful to my Dongweng. You can't offend you. Just a little fifth-rank official."
The white-known crane smiled, and everyone around him laughed.
Wang Cheng asked with a smile: "What is the name of the governor of Fujian? The prince of Annan."
The man who reported a name, Mao Yi's face sank. It would definitely not be fake if he could report a name. He became popular immediately: "I will impeach..."
"It's useless!" Wang Cheng responded with a smile.
Mao Yijian was surprised: "What's the origin? Is it deeper than Xiaobai's roots?" In Mao Yijian's opinion, this person has a backstage, otherwise how could even Wang Cheng say it would be useless?
Wang Cheng looked at the tough and strong man, and then looked at Mao Yijian: "He died and his family was also confiscated. Some concubines were brought to Nanjing Jiaosifang. Now I have to check whether I live or die. But General Mao, don't you usually read the imperial court's report? This is what happened before we went to Europe."
"Is that so? Then what would I do at that time..." Mao Yijian recalled.
"Then the prince of Annan he mentioned is probably true." Bai Minghe probably had an impression that Mao Yijian should have been concerned about the affairs of the steel mill at that time, and he definitely didn't care about these trivial matters. For him, it was just news, so Bai Minghe didn't plan to continue, but changed the topic.
Wang Cheng thought for a while: "Sir, you probably have seen it, right in Danang. Now the whole family is dead. There may be a few daughters alive, but they won't live long. According to the Holy Order of Long Live, there will be no prisoners of war this time, especially the Annan nobles, so they will definitely be executed in the end."
"Nonsense..." the strong man shouted.
Bai Minghe waved his hand: "Take it down and have a good review!" (To be continued, please search Piaotianwen, the novel is better and faster!
Chapter completed!