Even though they were all starving disaster victims, they were still a formidable force, outnumbering the officers and soldiers by five times.
The people of Jiangjia Village may look like disaster victims, but they are actually strong and capable laborers.
The villagers covered for each other and quickly moved more than twenty bags of grain away.
They weren't as shrewd as Jiang Bai, so they didn't dare to rob the grain carts for fear of being stopped by the soldiers. So they took a bag from each other and made several trips back and forth, reaping quite a good harvest.
Of course, this is also thanks to Jiang Bai.
No one knows where she hid the previous cart of grain. The soldiers who chased after her did not return. She then turned around and seized two more grain carts, leading away dozens of soldiers.
When it was finally over, all that remained were the wailing soldiers and the corpses of disaster victims, their fate unknown.
Anyone who could still get up had already disappeared.
When the news reached the county government, the magistrate was stunned.
"What did you say?"
He grabbed the collar of the soldier who came to deliver the message, his eyes bloodshot as he questioned him.
"Reporting to your Excellency, the disaster victims have rioted, and all the grain has been looted."
The hand on his collar loosened, and the magistrate slumped into his chair, looking as if he had lost his father.
"It's over, it's all over."
That's half of Nan'an County's grain tax, which has to be handed over to Yingzhou's Ever-Normal Granary. If the higher-ups hold us accountable...
"Quickly, prepare the horses."
Without a second thought, the magistrate immediately ordered his men to prepare horses and rode to the scene where the official grain had been robbed.
"Sir, look."
His attendants ignored the cries of an archer, pulled the arrow out of his arm, and presented it to the magistrate.
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