Jiangmen Tianjiao: Reborn with funny ancestors

When people are hungry, driven by the instinct to survive, they may lose their minds.

Wang Xingran never dreamed that her temporary kindness would put everyone in danger.

The refugees swarmed in and surrounded Wang Xingran's carriage, Chu Tianjiao and others.

Chu Tianjiao held the Fire Cloud Spear in his hand and swept away a large area.

Her fierce aura, like a god of war coming down from the earth, intimidated the first dozen or so people who came over.

Feng Yi and Feng Gui protected the door and pushed Wang Xingran back into the carriage.

Several refugees put up the windows from the other side of the carriage and tried to climb into the car.

Wang Xingran and her maid Tortoiseshell screamed.

In panic, Wang Xingran pulled out the hairpin from his hair, pointed the pointed end at the man who had leaned half of his body through the car window and shouted: "Get out!"

The man saw the cakes placed on the coffee table and stretched out his hand greedily.

"They have food."

The man shouted as he reached for it.

Wang Xingran screamed, became ruthless, and waved the hairpin in his hand wildly and without any rules.

The sharp head of the hairpin poked the man's hand, and the man continued to drill in as if he was unconscious.

Just when the man was about to get into the car, a huge force from outside pulled him out.

Li Kuang cut off the man's arm that was clinging to the window with a sword. Blood spurted out and the man fell off the carriage, with a broken arm still hanging on the window.

"Murder!"

For civilians, blood is the most powerful prop.

The refugees stepped back one after another and distanced themselves from the carriage. They looked at Li Kuang, Chu Tianjiao and others in horror. There was fear and anger in their eyes, but they still did not leave.

Wang Ting was also startled just now. He drew his sword, but he did not hurt anyone.

Seeing the crowd retreating a bit, he quickly got into the car and comforted his sister.

"Get out of the way, otherwise I will kill you without mercy."

Chu Tianjiao provoked another big man. She didn't kill him, but she didn't show mercy either.

She used the Fire Cloud Spear as a stick. As long as anyone dared to step forward, she would sweep or chop them vertically with one stick.

Those big men who looked at her handsome face and thought she was a young master who was easy to bully were knocked to the ground by her.

Some women and children among the refugees knelt down and begged: "My dear, spare my life, my dear, please spare my life!"

With the first one came the second one, and all of a sudden the crows fell to their knees.

"Your Majesty, please donate some food. We haven't eaten for three days."

"My lord, please save the child! This child is starving to death."

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Chu Tianjiao felt sympathetic, but she knew that this was definitely not the time to be soft-hearted.

"Who is the leader of this group of you? Is there a township chief or Li Zheng? Come forward and answer."

An old man in his sixties was elected, and he tremblingly stepped forward and bowed to Chu Tianjiao:

"The villain Niu Fugui, the head of Niujiao Village in Fuping County, has met noble people."

Chu Tianjiao saw that although the old man was old and looked haggard, his clothes were not as tattered as the others.

Except for the fact that his shoes and trousers were covered with dust and dirt, his shirt was clean and tidy. He should be a man of good standing in the countryside.

"My father-in-law, let me ask you, wouldn't the court provide food and transportation for victims like you who were sent back to your place of origin? Why are you in such dire straits?"

"Your Majesty, we escaped to Yinan County before.

Seven days ago, the Yinan County Magistrate issued a document dismantling the resettlement sites for the victims and urging us to return to our hometowns.

The article did say that government offices would distribute food along the way, but except for one day's ration in Yinan County, we never saw a grain of food.

In Yizhou, we can have a bowl of gruel every morning and evening at the porridge shed set up by the government office, which can barely satisfy our hunger.

After leaving Yizhou, there were no porridge shacks along the way.

The county towns along the way even closed their gates tightly, preventing us from entering.

We are all good citizens, and we should not quarrel with nobles. We are really too hungry. "

After listening to Niu Fugui's narration, Chu Tianjiao thought for a moment and said: "My father, I already understand the situation. We have no food for you at this time. Please let everyone get out of the way."

I swear on the reputation of Liyanghou Mansion that there will be a porridge shed in the next county.Until you return to Fuping County, there will be people resettling you along the way. "

No one in Li country knows about Li Yanghou Mansion.

Niu Fugui looked at Chu Tianjiao in surprise, bowed and asked, "May I ask who the master is?"

Chu Tianjiao took out her county principal identity card, showed it in front of others, and said loudly:

"I am Chu Tianjiao, the eldest granddaughter of Liyang Marquis Mansion, and I have been given the title of Lord of Wusheng County.

Listen all, get out of the way!

I will go to the county government in front of you now to contact you to provide porridge.

Anyone who blocks the road will be treated as a mob and will be killed without mercy! "

The refugees were whispering and discussing in low voices. The old man named Niu Fugui was surrounded, but the people from his hometown listened to his advice and got out of the way.

Some people from other places, no one was in charge, and some didn’t believe it, came forward and asked:

"What if you leave and don't care about us?"

Chu Tianjiao sneered, showed the Fire Cloud Spear in his hand and said: "With my ancestor's Fire Cloud Spear, can't I kill a bloody path? Why did I lie to you? If you stop us, it will only delay our journey to the county seat ahead. Time to raise food.”

The Chu family has the myth of being invincible and invincible in Liguo.

Hearing what Chu Tianjiao said, those who opposed him became frightened and backed away.

Chu Tianjiao invited the old man named Niu Fugui and said, "Can I go with us to the county seat ahead and explain the situation to the county magistrate?"

Niu Fugui was placed at the front of Wang Xingran's car by Chu Tianjiao, sitting with Duoyu who was driving.

Chu Tianjiao opened the way in front, and the refugees made way for a passage. One car and several riders moved forward. It took two sticks of incense to leave this dense group of refugees.

Wang Ting had already returned to his horse. He caught up with Chu Tianjiao and asked, "Rong County is ahead of us. The magistrate of Rong County is my father's disciple. I will go to the county government office with you."

Chu Tianjiao knew that when he arrived at the place, Prime Minister Wang's signboard was more useful than Liyang Houfu, so he nodded in agreement.

When we arrived at Rong County, we found that the city gate was closed.

In the past few days, several nearby counties knew that refugees would pass by, and most of them closed their city gates for fear of refugees coming into the city to rob them.

Wang Ting stood on horseback at the foot of the city and shouted: "Wang Ting, the seventh son of Prime Minister Wang's Mansion, wants to enter the city to pay homage to the magistrate of Rong County. Please open the city gate."

The city guard saw a group of people under the city. They were tall and powerful, dressed in luxurious clothes, and claimed to be from the Prime Minister's Palace. They did not dare to neglect them, so they quickly opened the city gate and let a few people into the city.

Wang Ting showed his household registration card, and the city guard confirmed his identity and his attitude became more respectful.

"My lord, I will take you to the county government office right now."

Several people arrived at the county government office smoothly. The gatekeeper saw that the person was brought by the city gate officer himself. After asking about the situation, he rushed into the government office to report the news.

After a while, a short middle-aged man wearing the uniform of a seventh-grade county magistrate came to the door in a panic:

"You're really a young master. I didn't know that the young master came here, but I didn't welcome you from afar. I apologize for my sin!"

Judging from the loose appearance of Xie County Magistrate's uniform, he probably wasn't at work just now.

After entering the county government office, Magistrate Xie offered many polite gestures, but Wang Ting rejected them one by one.

Wang Ting directly pushed Chu Tianjiao out and introduced: "This is the head of Wusheng County. She has something to do with you!"

Magistrate Xie's attitude was still respectful, but when he treated Chu Tianjiao, he lost the fear and fear he had when facing the royal court.

It stands to reason that Chu Tianjiao has a title and Wang Ting is just an idle person with no official position. Magistrate Xie should respect Chu Tianjiao more.

This difference in attitude is entirely due to the fact that in Li country, civil and military systems are two different systems.

No matter how high-ranking the Marquis of Liyang was, there was no Prime Minister Wang, the head of the civil service, who was more awed by the civil servants.

And Chu Tianjiao, the short-term county owner, was not as popular as Wang Ting, the youngest son of the prime minister's family.

After listening to Chu Tianjiao’s narrative and request, Xie County Magistrate said: “In this matter, the Yuzhou Prefectural Government Office did not send a letter agreeing to open a warehouse to provide relief to the victims.

It was Yizhou who thought it was difficult for the victims to relocate during the winter and unilaterally encouraged the victims to move back.

In Yuzhou and the county offices along the way, no one dared to open a warehouse to release grain privately.

In addition, the Ministry of Household Affairs issued a document instructing states and counties to raise military rations, and the Changping warehouse in the state capital is probably already empty.

Our counties, due to the severe floods this summer, did not collect taxes and food, and were unable to provide relief to the victims.

The county magistrate's starting point is good, but I'm sorry that I can't do anything about this matter. "