Chapter 487 You can't step on this land!

The rain has not stopped, and the river in the flooded area is roaring like an insatiable python.

The statues of the gods in the temple are immersed in the water, and the gold paint of the Bodhisattva is peeling off piece by piece, revealing the rotten wood inside.

The surviving people on the high hillside looked numb, looking at the submerged ridges in the distance and the roofs exposed above the water.

The water level in the street is still rising, and the turbid waves are pushing. Heart-wrenching cries can be heard everywhere.

"Has anyone seen my Chang Ge'er? He was there just now, how come he disappeared in the blink of an eye?"

The hunchbacked old woman frantically pulled people on the high slope and asked. In the end, she got one sentence.

"A child just fell down."

She cried in grief and held the man's hand tightly.

"Since you saw it, why didn't you pull it! That's a life, the root of my Liu family!"

But she was pushed away fiercely and spat on.

"Are you crazy? Your grandson is not my grandson. Am I going to risk my life to go into the water to fish him out?"

"Whose family doesn't have dead people? Only yours?"

After cursing, the other party squatted down and cried, and slapped himself twice.

"I didn't even protect my own daughter-in-law. She is seven months pregnant and is about to give birth."

The old woman fell to the ground, but she didn't care about the pain.

She was half buried in the ground. If her grandson was gone, how could she have any hope? She wiped her tears and stumbled down the hillside.

When half of her body was in the water, it was difficult to walk.

Something hit her calf.

The old woman reached out and fished.

It was a pile of white bones that rushed out from nowhere.

She seemed to be crying.

At this time, the Wei family army broke out of the river and lifted up the dying child.

There were figures of the Wei family army everywhere, including those who helped rescue the victims.

They also jumped out to show the sense of the court's inaction.

Victim 1: "Will the court take care of us?"

Wei's army: "No."

Victim 2: "The court has sent food, please be patient. We will definitely be rescued."

Wei's army: "By the time they deliver it, we will have starved to death."

"The emperor is a wise ruler, as his subjects, we will definitely..."

Wei's army interrupted: "As his subjects, have you ever had a few days of good life?"

Victim 2 thought about it and realized that he hadn't. He couldn't hold it in any longer and burst into tears.

The third disaster victim pointed at Wei Jiajun angrily: "Don't talk nonsense!"

"I have never seen the emperor, but I have the honor of meeting the fifth prince!"

The other party spoke excitedly and respectfully: "When he went to Ze County to receive General Wei's coffin, he learned that the people in the four nearby cities were oppressed by their parents. For this reason, he stayed and took charge, allowing the accompanying officials to review old cases. As long as the people in the four cities who were bullied had grievances, they could also go to Ze County to ask him for justice."

"We got a lot of conveniences at that time! The four cities also followed suit. Now the court has also sent officials to rescue from all over the country."

The more he talked, the more confident the third disaster victim became.

"There are so many disaster areas, the court is too busy to handle it, so it has not arrived yet."

Wei Jiajun: "Oh."

He was puzzled.

"But why do I remember that it was Lord He of the Imperial Censorate who was busy handling most of the cases?"

"But I think I remembered it wrong. If the Fifth Prince hadn't nodded, how could a small censor like Lord He dare to go beyond his authority and make a decision to give justice to the people?"

"The Fifth Prince is indeed a good person. He still has the dragon spirit in him."

The Wei family army kept talking: "If the emperor vomits blood, the Fifth Prince will be the next new emperor."

This is a bold statement.

If it were in Shangjing, he would be arrested.

But in a remote place, people didn't know much and nodded.

"It's like this. When I die, won't the family business be inherited by my son?"

Although the emperor has other sons, they only know the Fifth Prince.

Wei Jiajun said casually: "I just wonder if the Fifth Prince, who loves the people like his own children, will be worried about the people and come with the officials to help with the disaster relief."

The crowd was silent.

Everyone looked at each other.

"That shouldn't happen. The Fifth Prince is of noble status, and he can't be in trouble."

"Our lives are cheap, but the Fifth Prince is different."

However, a woman was unhappy and pulled a face.

"How can it be different? Won't he be reincarnated? Without us, there would be no country."

"Officials are rushing to the rescue, and the princes should set an example. This is the determination of the royal family to share weal and woe with us."

The woman gave an example.

"In the previous dynasty, the earth dragon turned over, and the ground suddenly trembled, splitting into a black crack several feet deep, like a vicious beast opening its bloody mouth to swallow. Many people fell into the abyss, and in the blink of an eye, the hideous crack closed again, swallowing up all the cries and flesh, leaving only scarlet new soil, like a blood stain that had not been inserted into the corner of the mouth."

"Many people died at that time."

"But the prince of the previous dynasty came in person, stayed for half a month to help with disaster relief, wearing coarse cloth clothes, and eating the same porridge as the victims."

"This is the person that the people should love." "

If the fifth prince can't do it, and can only talk, then what's the use of him having dragon energy?"

The elderly man next to him, who had experienced two natural disasters, sat on the ground with hunger.

He laughed out loud, like crazy.

"Hahaha."

"Back then, a group of people died of famine, and now a group of people will die of floods. It seems that they are taking advantage of us poor people."

Wei Jiajun couldn't bear it, so he walked up to him and gave him a handful of beans.

"That can't be helped, because your last name is not Ying."

The old man: "I don't want to be rich, I just want to live a stable life."

But the old man couldn't bear to eat.

He murmured: "They say that there will be retribution for doing wrong things, but we are all honest."

Wei Jiajun sat down beside him.

"Sir, what you said is not right. Honest people always die the fastest. In this world, good people have short lives."

When he mentioned this, everyone remembered.

"During the famine years, the Prince of Yan came here in person to deliver food. He saw the people's miserable lives and shed tears."

"But he was quickly called back by the late emperor at that time. Later, the court sent a gluttonous imperial envoy to get rid of him. Not only did he embezzle the disaster relief money, but he also covered the sky with one hand. If the Prince of Yan stayed, how could so many of us die?"

"The late emperor didn't allow it, after all, he loved the Prince of Yan the most."

But the Prince of Yan died.

Who could have known that such a noble person would end up like that.

Someone whispered, "I don't believe that he is plotting treason."

The Wei family army rolled their eyes.

Don't let it?

It's obviously because they are afraid that the Prince of Yan has a good reputation. It hinders the way of the current Emperor Ying Qian.

"What a coincidence, isn't that imperial envoy the uncle of the fifth prince?"

"Ah, then the fifth prince doesn't sound so tall."

A loyal believer of Ying Yin hurriedly said, "Uncle is uncle, and the fifth prince is the fifth prince. They are not the same person."

But the voice became lower and lower, and less and less confident.

Everyone stared at him.

The old man on the ground suddenly jumped up and slapped him in the face.

"Uncle Zhang, why did you hit me!"

"Because you stepped on this piece of land!"

I'm really not good at writing about official treason, and you may not like it. But I have to bite the bullet and write it.

I will try to speed up!!!

Actually, I want to finish it, but there are still many holes that have not been filled. I'm really asking for trouble. The framework of the next book must not be so big.