This can also be seen as a warning to the officials in the places they will pass through on their journey.

Zhu Yunwen showed no mercy and waved his hand, and two Imperial Guards dragged the magistrate to the village. In front of countless villagers, they beheaded the magistrate with a single stroke.

Then Zhu Yunwen struck again:

Are there any other officials from the county government here?

The county magistrate, trembling, stepped forward and quickly knelt on the ground, saying:

"Your Highness, this matter has nothing to do with me. Please, Your Highness, understand..."

Zhu Yunwen stared at the county magistrate kneeling on the ground and said:

“Properly resettle the villagers, or your fate will be no different from that of the county magistrate.”

The county magistrate was already terrified, his face turning ashen. He knelt down and promised to properly settle the people.

He had realized that Zhu Yunwen was not only difficult to fool, but also valued these people highly.

He naturally dared not do anything to harm these people, and he had to treat them like his ancestors.

Otherwise, that butcher's knife might have swung down and chopped him off.

After dealing with the situation here, Zhu Yunwen realized an even greater problem: solving the people's food problem was of utmost urgency.

Because along the way, wherever they went, in any poor area, the people's only problem was getting enough to eat.

Especially in the depths of winter, the further north you go, the colder it gets.

In the freezing cold, if people don't have enough food, it will be very difficult for them to survive the winter.

He watched the snowflakes slowly drifting down from the sky, his heart feeling as if it were bleeding, and muttered to himself:

"I wonder how many more people will die this winter..."

Beside her, Zhao Qingzhu also showed a look of sadness on her face.