Seeing this, Chen Ning comforted Ming Lanruo in a low voice: "Miss, their behavior means they are no longer members of the Red Blood Legion. You don't have to feel sorry."
If the Red Blood Legion does not believe in Xiao Shuai's spirit, then it does not deserve to be called the Red Blood Legion!
Ming Lanruo nodded slightly and suddenly asked: "Have all the red-blooded orphans and veterans who left General Mu returned to their hometowns?"
Shopkeeper Liu sighed, with a complex and melancholy look on his face: "You can't go back to your hometown. The Red Blood Legion has been designated by the court as having been sacrificed on the border. All relatives have been given pensions.
Once they go back, they will be deserters who are greedy for life and afraid of death, and the whole family will have to sit in jails or even be exiled to do hard labor."
"So, they also stayed in Northeastern Xinjiang?" Ming Lanruo asked.
Shopkeeper Liu smiled bitterly: "Yes, those red-blooded orphans and veterans who left General Mu's staff... are not much different from exile now. The life is very hard and bitter. They died in the snow disaster in Northeast Xinjiang.
A lot of people.”
The red-blooded orphan who betrayed General Mu could only remain anonymous. Once exposed, he would be hunted down by the court's hawks and dogs, so he could only make a living among the lower class people.
Those of them from the central and southern regions did not dare to deal with the red-blooded orphans who refused to serve General Mu.
After all, once discovered by General Mu's men, they would be driven out of Northeast Xinjiang and their contact points would be destroyed.
"Even when they destroyed our contact point and caused a loss of life, they were still bloody. They were just a group of bandits trying to grab territory." Chen Ning said coldly, with hatred flashing in his eyes.
Today's Red Blood Legion in the Northeast Territory, how can they still look like the guardians who once worked so bravely and stood in front of thousands of people to block the darkness!
Minglan Ruoxing's eyes flashed with thought, and she slowly tapped her fingertips on the table, lost in thought.
After a long while, she suddenly said: "I want to see those red-blooded veterans who betrayed General Mu's banner. Where are they?"
Shopkeeper Liu was stunned for a moment, then shook his head: "Miss, they will not admit their identity, and they will not pay attention to you."
Ming Lanruo smiled wisely and said calmly, "The shopkeeper just needs to tell me where they are."
Shopkeeper Liu could only nod his head and talk to her in detail in a low voice.
Two hours later, Ming Lanruo got into the carriage, and Chen Ning and several other drivers accompanied her back to the inn where King Qin's subordinates were staying.
Ming Lanruo returned to the inn.
Shangguan Hongye was already waiting for her in the upper room of the inn. When he saw her coming in, he asked meaningfully: "How is it? Madam, what news did you get?"
Of course Ming Lanruo would not tell the truth, and just sighed: "I didn't get any news, where are the officials?"
Shangguan Hongye put his long legs on the table and lazily threw an account book to her: "I know that you have nothing to say and can't do things well. Please take a look at this account book first. What's the problem?"
Ming Lanruo took a look and saw that it was the income and expenditure records of the disaster relief officials after the Qin Prince's Palace arrived here.
She perked up and started reading immediately.
Her father almost raised her as a boy. She learned many skills from him, and accounting was just one of them.
Soon, she realized something was wrong.
"The expenses on this account are too little!" She frowned and couldn't help but whisper.
It has been almost three months since the disaster relief work, and the amount of food, grass, clothes and other materials brought by the Qin Palace has been distributed, which is equivalent to less than 5,000 taels of silver.
The Prince of Qin's Mansion is a first-grade prince's palace. As a favored prince, Shangguan Hongye has his own fief. In order to highlight his love for the people, the original budget for this area was fifteen thousand taels.
Although it is not as much as the 500,000 taels allocated by the imperial court, it is still quite a lot.
That snow disaster is a once-in-a-century event. It snowed even in the capital city in March, and the northeastern Xinjiang region must have been covered in heavy snow, making it extremely difficult.
These supplies worth fifteen thousand taels have not been distributed yet!
What does this mean?
"This is the case not only for our Prince Qin's Palace, but also for the distribution of disaster relief materials by other palaces such as Prince Mu's Palace, Prince Chaoyang's Palace, etc." King Qin sneered.
"Are the victims not allowed to enter the city?" Ming Lanruo suddenly asked.
Seeing the woman in front of him so alert and alert, a strange light flashed in Shangguan Hongye's eyes.
He lazily held the grass from nowhere and crossed his legs: "Didn't you find that Heiliao City is too quiet, there are not many victims, such a big snow disaster, even if the snow melts now, there will still be no relief at this moment.
It is the easiest time for people to starve to death, but now Heilia City is in good order."
"Where have all the victims gone?" Ming Lanruo frowned, always having a bad feeling in her heart. Where have all the victims gone?
This situation is too weird. Could it be that all the victims were sent to mine?
Then mining also requires food. The prefect of Heiliaocheng has so much food that he can't even use the food provided by the court for disaster relief?
Shangguan Hongye raised his eyebrows: "How do I know? I've only been here a few days."
Ming Lanruo pondered for a moment, then suddenly said: "We have to find a way to investigate the situation in Heiliao City and prepare a porridge shop. We have to donate rice and grain to see who comes to receive the porridge."