Chapter 140 Chapter 140 is the only genuine version...
The county magistrate was so frightened that his heart was pounding and almost jumped out of his throat.
He wished he could go back a few moments and give himself a hard slap for talking nonsense.
He shouldn't have mentioned the Prince of Jin!
"Your subordinate, your subordinate will open the warehouse immediately."
At dusk on a hot day, the county magistrate was sweating profusely. This was not sweat from the heat, but from waves of cold sweat, which made his whole body shiver.
Gu Zhizhuo: "Chongjiu, you go with him."
Chongjiu looked at Gu Zhizhuo's profile silently, and wanted to persuade her to take it easy.
Qi Fu and Qianjiying had not arrived yet, Miss Qingmei was on the way, and Qin Chen was at the west city gate. In other words, there were really only the two of them here.
The situation just now was urgent and they had to take action. He could understand that. Miss Gu was playing a wonderful bluff again, so it was okay.
If he left now, she would really be left alone.
Three thousand refugees.
The Prince of Jin had hundreds of personal soldiers.
She, one.
Chongjiu really wanted to have a good talk with her, but alas, talking is so troublesome, so forget it.
"Go quickly."
Gu Zhizhuo winked at him, and Chongjiu obediently clasped his fists in response.
Gu Zhizhuo did not follow.
Not only Gu Zhizhuo, but also all the yamen runners and the soldiers brought by Fang Zhe were forced to stay.
Although these armed soldiers left outside were a hidden danger, they had been in contact with the refugees for too long and were very likely to have contracted the epidemic.
As for Chongjiu, he brought a talisman to ward off illness, and someone needed to keep a close eye on the county magistrate to prevent any mistakes.
The refugees watched the whole scene in a daze. The girl really had no intention of making things difficult for them, but actually helped them.
Most of their vigilance disappeared.
Seeing the county magistrate go in again, a young man licked his dry lips and asked cautiously, "Did the county magistrate agree to release grain to us?"
"Yes, yes. I heard it."
"I heard that, too."
"There's porridge and steamed buns."
A young boy's face showed an expression of disbelief and joy: "We have food now."
His stomach made a rumbling sound. He covered his stomach sheepishly and asked expectantly, "General, can we enter the city now?"
Gu Zhizhuo glanced at the refugees. Facing these pairs of weathered eyes, she shook her head and refused, "You are not allowed to enter the city for the time being."
"Why?" Zhang Zinan was the first to ask, "Why aren't you letting us into the city?"
He clenched the machete in his hand and pointed it at Gu Zhizhuo. His eyes were bloodshot, with more bloodshot at the corners of his eyes, and the entire whites of his eyes seemed to be stained red with blood.
He was almost on the verge of collapse due to the constant shock and joy, worry and anxiety, coupled with long-term hunger.
Zhang Zinan shouted and instigated, "Don't be fooled by her."
"The officials are all the same. They just want to appease us, one playing the good cop and the other the bad cop."
"There won't be any porridge, steamed buns, or anything. If we wait any longer, they'll turn hostile when we're too hungry to move. Haven't you had enough of this kind of loss? It's too early to be grateful when you haven't even gotten the sweet dates!"
"Brother Nan, calm down." Someone held him back. "The young lady general saved you before. Don't be like this."
However, some people became nervous again after hearing what he said, and their eyes showed vigilance.
Alas, Gu Zhizhuo sighed secretly. Before he came out, the young master said that Zhang Zinan was a troublemaker, quite good at inciting, and had some prestige among the refugees.
If we let him continue to make trouble, there will be another dispute.
"You are not allowed to enter the city." Gu Zhizhuo snorted and said without question, "Everyone, sit down."
There was no trace of emotion in her tone, but the majesty that came from being in a high position made people feel awe.
"Don't listen to her!"
Zhang Zinan turned around and yelled, staring at Gu Zhizhuo without blinking, just like he had just stared at Fang Zhe, his eyes filled with hostility: "Let us enter the city, and we will trust you."
He seemed to be discussing something with her, but in fact he took two steps forward and suddenly pounced.
The machete was held in his hand.
He had learned from the lesson just now and moved without the slightest hesitation, thinking in his mind that he had to control her with one strike.
"careful."
"Brother Nan, stop it!"
There were cries of pity among the refugees.
No matter how strong he is, he is not a martial artist.
No matter how fast he moved, he was not difficult to catch in Gu Zhizhuo's eyes.
Want to be a troublemaker? Then shave your head.
"court death."
Gu Zhizhuo quickly grabbed Zhang Zinan's arm, which was holding the machete, and his fingers decisively pinched the acupoint on his wrist. In just a moment, Zhang Zinan suddenly felt a sharp pain and numbness, and he could not exert any strength at all. The sturdy man suddenly became limp like a puddle of mud.
The next moment, he suddenly lost weight and was thrown heavily to the ground.
"Hmm."
Zhang Zinan was in great pain. He stretched out his hand to grab the machete, but was stepped on the arm again.
He turned around and saw Fang Zhe's painful face. They were lying face to face. Fang Zhe was laughing as if he was crying.
"Brother Nan!"
The refugees came shouting, and Gu Zhizhuo raised his hand and shouted, "Stop."
Everyone subconsciously stopped.
"sit down."
"I'll count to three... one, two."
"Don't listen to her..."
Gu Zhizhuo kicked him in the face, kicking back the words he hadn't said.
So fierce!
"three."
As soon as the word "three" was uttered, the refugees all sat down.
"And you." Gu Zhizhuo said to the soldiers and yamen runners.
Now, there was no need to count, another group of people sat down one after another.
Gu Zhizhuo stood among the crowd, glanced around, and said loudly: "You have sons and daughters, and you worry about your own children, but don't forget that there are children in the county town too."
"Do you need me to explain this clearly? You are infected with the plague and are not allowed to enter the city."
Epidemic?!
That would kill someone! The yamen runner was so scared that his lips were trembling.
The refugees looked away, their heads lowered in shame. Only Zhang Zinan was still struggling, his eyes bloodshot, shouting irrationally, "What are you all just standing there for? When we're too sick to have the strength, we'll just let others do whatever they want."
"Listen to me, take her as a hostage..."
"Daddy."
A childish voice suddenly sounded, the voice was very soft, and there was a kind of weakness as if one had just recovered from a serious illness.
It was this sound that one might have ignored but could not hear, that made Zhang Zinan, who was almost in a frenzy, suddenly speechless, and he looked in the direction of the sound in disbelief.
He was still lying on the ground with his neck stretched out.
Kong Xiulan ran over, holding Huniu, and cried out to him with tears of joy, "Brother Nan, Niuniu is awake."
"Nanzi, stop making trouble. The little fairy has cured your daughter." The old woman followed Kong Xiulan, running out of breath, and gave Gu Zhizhuo a flattering smile.
Zhang Zinan was stunned. He desperately reached out to her: "Hu Niu? Niu, Niu!"
Hu Niu leaned against Kong Xiulan weakly, and wanted to give him her little hand: "Daddy, Niu Niu is not feeling well anymore."
Gu Zhizhuo let go of the foot that was stepping on him and smiled at the old woman: "I'll show it to your grandson first."
"Hey hey."
The old woman rubbed her hands with joy.
When they had chased after them, the place was already in chaos. The fairy girl told her to go back and fetch Huniu and her daughter. Then, she pulled a strange crossbow from a cloth bag she was carrying. She was genuinely frightened at the time, thinking she was a government official out to kill them. Fortunately, she obeyed.
The fairy girl will be able to cure her little grandson next.
Zhang Zinan got up. He had fallen quite hard. He staggered towards the mother and daughter, and soon burst into tears.
Kong Xiulan tugged at his arm and said, "Brother Nan, it was this girl who saved Niuniu."
Zhang Zinan held his daughter in his arms, touched her forehead, pinched her little hands, and asked a few questions, "Are you hungry?", "Are you feeling uncomfortable?", "Daddy will find you something to eat." Hearing this, he suddenly turned around and met Gu Zhizhuo's calm gaze.
"Miss?"
Bang!
He slapped himself hard on the face. The sound was loud and muffled, making the face hurt.
He deserved a beating. Gu Zhizhuo didn't stop him. He let him slap him a few times and said, "Sit down."
Oh oh. Zhang Zinan didn't dare to be stubborn at all now. He held his daughter in his arms, as if he was holding a treasure that had been lost and found again. He took his wife's hand and sat down obediently together.
Kong Xiulan took out the half cake from her bosom: "Brother Nan, you eat it, it was given to you by the fairy girl."
"Eat it yourself."
"Niuniu and I have already eaten."
Hearing that she could cure it, the yamen runners and others who were originally scared to death calmed down and obediently put their hands on their knees. Even though there were so many people together, no extra noise was made.
They are all well behaved.
Very good.
Gu Zhizhuo was very satisfied.
Wouldn't it be better for both parties to sit down and talk it out? Why the fuss? It was giving her a headache.
Gu Zhizhuo stood there and waited for a while, and Qin Chen, who was heading to the west city gate, came running over.
When he heard that there was a riot at the East City Gate, he ran so hard that his legs almost broke, fearing that the young lady would suffer. But when he looked, he saw that they were all kneeling... Oh, no, they were all sitting together, and they were all as obedient as quails.
He relaxed his breath.
Gu Zhizhuo looked back at him and said, "Stay here. The city will deliver porridge soon."
When they heard the word "porridge", they immediately started to swallow their saliva.
Gu Zhizhuo glanced around and said, "Whoever wants to make a fuss means they are not hungry yet and don't need to eat later."
I dare not.
She is so fierce.
"I'll go check on the kids first."
She is so nice!
The gods in heaven are no more than this.
Gu Zhizhuo called the old woman and kept his word: "Take me to your grandson first."
"Good!" the old woman eagerly led the way.
Her grandson was also seriously ill, his body scorching with fever, and he was delirious and talking nonsense. After Gu Zhizhuo gave him a few injections, the fever immediately subsided, and the child fell into a deep sleep, breathing steadily.
"Let him sleep first, and when the porridge is ready, feed him some."
The old woman burst into tears, leaving Gu Zhizhuo a little confused. Her rough hands held her tightly, crying and laughing, her words incoherent. At this moment, even if the old woman gave her her life, she would be willing to do so.
"Don't worry, I'm here."
"None of the children will die."
Gu Zhizhuo's smile is gentle and has a soothing power.
Gu Zhizhuo asked her to stay and take care of them. Then, he walked among the refugees and gave injections to several children who were particularly seriously ill, temporarily stabilizing their conditions.
Most of the refugees had heard about what happened in front of the city gate, and no one dared to walk around. But when they saw with their own eyes that several children had "come back to life", their attitude towards Gu Zhizhuo immediately changed from fear to awe, and they kept calling him a "little god".
Not long after, Qingmei brought Qi Fu and the others.
They arrived at the fastest speed, so fast that Gu Zhizhuo couldn't believe it.
Of the 300-man Qianji Camp, Qi Fu personally led 100 men to guard the west city gate, and the rest were at the east city gate.
After finishing her work, Qingmei followed Gu Zhizhuo closely and said seriously, "I'm not going anywhere."
"well."
Gu Zhizhuo responded with a smile.
She looked after a few more children, from dusk till dawn, without a moment's rest.
Suddenly, a burst of ecstatic exclamations erupted from the city gate, almost blowing the sky apart.
Immediately afterwards, a young boy came running back, putting his hands to his mouth and shouting, "Hurry, hurry! The government is giving out porridge. Hurry up and get your bowls and line up. There are also steamed buns, big white flour steamed buns. Hurry!"
"Is there really porridge?"
"Yes, yes! There are several barrels. The official said they are still cooking in the city, and there will be more after we finish eating."
Gu Zhizhuo looked back and stood up from beside a child. She had been squatting for a long time, and when she stood up suddenly, her blood rushed to her head and she almost fell. Fortunately, Qingmei helped her in time.
"Let her sleep. Go get the porridge first and feed her some later."
After giving his instructions, Gu Zhizhuo went back to the city gate to take a look.
Huge wooden barrels filled with porridge were carried out of the city one by one and piled up at the city gate.
The refugees kept swallowing their saliva, and no one dared to move. Especially when they saw Gu Zhizhuo coming out, they became even more honest and well-behaved, showing the most sincere expressions.
Gu Zhizhuo said to the yamen runners who were carrying the porridge, "Put everything here. Don't come over here. Just go back."
"Qin Chen, call a few people over to help distribute the porridge."
yes!
Everyone in the Qianji Camp knew that there was an epidemic here, but with the young lady here, none of the soldiers were afraid.
Qin Chen quickly mobilized twenty people, each in a group, and temporarily set up ten stalls.
Zhang Zinan took the initiative to call a few young people to help maintain order. The refugees lined up obediently, and each of them was given a bowl of porridge and two fist-sized steamed buns.
The porridge is thick, not as thin as water, and the steamed buns are more solid.
As soon as they got it, they couldn't wait to stuff it into their mouths, a bite of steamed bun and a mouthful of porridge. They didn't put it down even though they were screaming in pain because it was so hot. It made people feel sad.
Gu Zhizhuo withdrew his gaze.
When it fell to the county magistrate again, he shuddered and said quickly, "General Gu, the porridge is still cooking. Make sure everyone has some. Bring it out when it's ready."
At this point, let's get things done first and hold people accountable later. Gu Zhizhuo nodded and said, "I need some herbs to treat the epidemic. Go to the pharmacy in the city and requisition some. It's requisition, not free money, understand?"
While she was giving acupuncture to the children, she was also slowly formulating a prescription in her mind.
After examining the pulses of so many people and feeling their conditions with silver needles, I believe this prescription is at least effective.
Upon hearing that it was for the epidemic, the county magistrate agreed immediately.
Epidemics can be big or small. If an epidemic breaks out and affects the entire county, not only will he lose his official hat and head, but he might even lose the lives of his three clans.
Now, he no longer wanted to protect himself and just did whatever Gu Zhizhuo said.
Gu Zhizhuo recited a prescription. With the mind of a county magistrate who could pass the imperial examination and become a Jinshi, he remembered it after hearing it once. After repeating it correctly, he went back to the pharmacy to requisition the medicinal materials.
As he turned around and walked in, a black carriage suddenly appeared in his pupils.
This is?
All the gate guards and runners of the entire county government were dispatched to cook meat and move rice. The county residents were also ordered to stay at home. The area near the city gate was deserted. Suddenly, this carriage rushed out and no one stopped it.
The carriage violently rammed into the county magistrate.
The county magistrate was unable to dodge and was swept under the carriage. However, the carriage did not stop. As the city gate approached, the driver whipped the horse's buttocks. The horse, frightened by the pain, neighed and ran forward.
There was a brown horse following closely behind the carriage. The moment the black carriage rushed out of the city gate, the brown horse caught up.
The young man sitting on the brown horse hooked the carriage with one hand, jumped into the air, jumped onto the carriage, and kicked the coachman away. This series of actions was as smooth as flowing water.
The young man pulled the reins, changed the direction of the carriage, and uttered a low soothing word.
The carriage narrowly avoided the refugees who came to receive porridge. The horse raised its front legs high, causing the entire carriage to tilt to the left, and a man rolled out of the carriage.
The man was wearing a veil hat and looked very thin.
"My Lord."
The driver who was kicked down rushed over and was stopped by Qin Chen.
Crown Prince?
Prince of Jin Xie Qiyun?
Could it be that he was scared by my harsh words and was preparing to run away?
Gu Zhizhuo strode over and lifted his veil.
Her pupils shrank and she took a breath.
Under the veil was a young man. The skin on the left half of his face was gone, leaving only bright red flesh.
The other half of the face was intact.
Gu Zhizhuo recognized that half of the face and asked in surprise, "Xie Qiyun!?"
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