Xu Qian cupped his hands and reported: "Replying to your Majesty, there is a plague in the west of this village. All the people living here have moved hundreds of miles west, so no one lives here." Da Kui was surprised when he heard this, and asked again: "The plague only occurs in areas of famine."
It only happened in 2008, and I see a scene of peace and prosperity in Shunyuan City. Where does it look like there is a disaster?"
Xu Qian smiled and said: "I can't say much about this matter, but please return to the city as soon as possible." Dakui said helplessly: "Since Captain Xu can't talk about it, I will just go back to the city and take my leave." Dakui handed over his hand.
He got back on his horse and turned the horse's head. Xu Qian cupped his hands and said, "Send me off, sir." When Dakui walked away, Xu Qian turned to the soldiers behind him and said, "Hurry into the city and inform Master Liang of this matter."
The soldier accepted the order with his hands and turned around.
Dakui rode back on his horse. When he was far away from the small village, Dakui took a detour and galloped all the way to the west. After traveling for more than a hundred miles, it was a different scene.
What you see is desolate, full of wind and sand. There is no grass on the ground, and there are traces of digging everywhere. There is no green in the mountains and forests in the distance, but they are pale. When you get closer, you can see clearly that every tree has been torn away.
The leaves were peeled off the bark of the tree. As we walked further west, we could occasionally see human corpses and bones and a few crows stamping on them. Da Kui rode his horse past and startled these crows to fly into the air, hovering for a long time and refusing to leave.
go.
Dakui went on another journey and saw a small village in the distance, but it was a dilapidated scene. When he entered the village, he saw dozens of people gathered around but didn't know what they were doing. Dakui was curious for a moment and stood up to watch, and flashes appeared in the crowd.
Passing through a gap, Dakui saw a large pot on a bonfire. All of these people were in ragged clothes, with yellow faces and thin muscles. It was almost early winter, and although it was not very cold in the south, it was quite cool in the morning and evening. Think about the coming cold winter.
, how many of these hungry people can survive?
After a while, maybe the things in the pot were cooked. These people reached into the pot to fight for it regardless of the boiling water. When Dakui saw them grabbing things, he stuffed them into his mouth. He was far away and couldn't see them eating.
What was it? He couldn't help but ride his horse forward for another dozen feet. When he saw clearly the food in the hands of the hungry people, Dakui couldn't help but feel sour in his mouth and felt nauseous in his stomach. A piece of meat fell on the ground beside the big pot, but it was a piece of meat.
Support the child's arms.
When these dozens of hungry people saw Dakui and the two strong horses, their eyes flashed with a wolf-like glare. Dakui didn't dare to stay long, whipped up his horse and rushed past the group of hungry people, galloping westward. From the corner of his eye, he saw the huts on both sides.
From time to time, the corpses of old, weak, women and children were lying on the ground in the courtyard, attracting swarms of mosquitoes and flies.
After passing through this small village and heading west, there were more people dying of hunger on the road. There was no vegetation on the road as it was when Tathagata came.
After traveling for more than ten miles, he saw a thick smoke in the distance. This place was already a hilly area, and the small slope in front blocked his view. Dakui galloped up the slope, and when he looked around, he saw a large village built on the mountain.
, this Dazhai seemed to be able to accommodate thousands of people. It was almost evening, and Dakui decided to enter the village to have a look before going back.
(The plot requires that all ethnic minorities speak Chinese. In fact, I don’t understand other ethnic minority languages)
Da Kui rode his horse slowly into the village. A blazing fire was burning in the middle of a square in the village. Thousands of village residents were surrounding it. Some people were singing and dancing in such a disaster year.
These people looked like they were Han Chinese. They all wore black scarves covering their heads. The men were wearing white clothes and black armor, and the women were wearing black sarongs. These people looked like they were holding some kind of grand ceremony. Da Kui rode his horse and came closer.
Only then did he see clearly that the blazing fire was actually the burning human bones.
A man who looked like a wizard was wearing a floral robe and his face was smeared with white powder. He was holding a drum with one hand and beating with the other. He was dancing and shouting around the fire. People around him shouted and responded from time to time. There were dozens of corpses of men and women beside the fire.
At this time, two men were carrying the body and throwing it into the fire.
Da Kui thought that this was a funeral, but he didn't know what tribe these people were. The corpses in the fire must have died of the plague. Da Kui originally wanted to ask the elders in the village to find out the reason, but at this moment
But it was not suitable, so I had no choice but to dismount and stand there waiting.
About half an hour later, it was getting dark, so he waited until the ceremony was over. Dakui was about to ask the elders of the village to learn about the disaster here, when he suddenly remembered that he was a second-rank official in the current dynasty and needed to pay attention to his status and appearance. He quickly adjusted his appearance.
Wear clothes and wait for the crowd to disperse.
Unexpectedly, when the thousands of villagers saw Da Kui standing there, someone shouted: "He is a Han official, beat him to death." This sentence was like a spark in a haystack, instantly igniting everyone's anger.
All the young men ran to find farm tools and sticks. Those who couldn't find them picked up stones on the ground and swarmed towards Da Kui.
Although Dakui was shocked, he was not afraid. He dodged a few stones thrown at him, and then his Qi Luck Dantian shouted: "I'm here to deliver food." Dakui's words were like thunder, and the villagers were immediately shocked.
They all stopped moving forward.
An old man with white beard and hair separated from the crowd and came closer. He looked Dakui up and down and asked, "Who are you? What are you doing here?" Dakui was overjoyed and held his hands in his hands and said, "I am going to Zhang Dakui, the political envoy to the south of the Yangtze River. I heard that Shun Yuan was here.
I came here to inspect the situation of the people affected by the disaster." A man next to the old man shouted and asked: "Didn't you say you came to deliver food? Where is your food?"
Dakui said sternly: "Of course I'm here to deliver food, but I need to check the situation of the disaster first." Hearing this, the old man said: "You are here alone, so we can't deceive each other. Please talk to the guest room in the village." After that, he turned around and left.
Go. The villagers surrounding him gave way one after another. It seemed that the old man had a very high reputation in the village.
Dakui led two horses and followed him to a bamboo building. The old man extended his hand to invite me: "Please go upstairs with me to talk." He first went up the bamboo building along the stairs made of bamboo poles. Dakui did not refuse.
, tied the horse downstairs and followed him up the bamboo building.
After entering the house, the two of them sat down separately. Dakui looked around and saw that the interior furnishings were very simple, with a wooden table and two bamboo chairs, an animal skin hanging on the bamboo wall, a set of bows and arrows, and nothing else.
The old man took the clay pot on the table and poured two cups of clear water. He said: "The village is too remote to entertain guests. Don't be surprised if we have a glass of clear water." The old man handed the tea with one hand, and Dakui quickly stood up and took it with both hands: "Thank you, husband." Wait.
Dakui sat down again, and the old man was the first to ask: "I wonder how you are going to deliver food here?" Dakui said hurriedly: "I don't dare to deceive my father. I am here to inspect the people's situation. Once the disaster is confirmed, I will immediately order Shunyuan City to open."
Store grain in the granary."
The old man held his beard and smiled and said: "But I don't know how much I can trust you?" Dakui took out his waist tag and handed it to him with both hands: "This is my official token. Please take a look at it, please." The old man took the waist tag and looked at it for a few times.
He handed it back to Dakui and asked: "What do you want to know, sir?" Dakui said: "I want to know why there are soldiers guarding the west of Shunyuan? Why didn't the lord of Shunyuan City help the victims in such a disaster year?"