"What's wrong?" The people around looked for the source of the sound and asked in confusion.
The man who was speaking looked weak, as these days had drained all his energy.
He sighed and looked at his child who was no taller than his waist.
Like me, he hadn't eaten for several days. He was talking about the news he had just heard.
"Hey, those people are saying that there's something wrong with the grain the court is using for disaster relief, so it can't possibly arrive.
The whole city has run out of food and is discussing what we should do now? "
"Ah, what should we do?" Hearing this, the entire refugee group was already boiling with excitement. If this is the case, how can we survive?
"Yes, if we have no food, what will we do?"
"We haven't had food for several days. We can still get by, but what about the elderly and children?
The food was good, how come it’s gone again? How are we supposed to survive then?”
Suddenly, there was a lot of commotion among the gangsters. This news was like a spark falling into a bomb, blowing everyone away.
Countless people were arguing, but also confused, and had no idea what to do at this moment.
You know, the imperial court used the excuse that they would have food in a few days to stop causing trouble.
But at this moment, such news came. How could I accept it?
"What do you think? Do you have any other ideas?" The man's eyes flashed with a fierce light:
“I heard that when the Zhang family’s flood started, they bought a large amount of food.
We have stockpiled more than one million dan of grain, which is enough for us to eat for a hundred days.
But now they haven't given a single cent to the flood victims."
What this means, of course, is to go to the Zhang family to get some food.
"But does this count as rebellion?" another person asked, still hesitant. "Should we wait and see what the court will do?
There are so many of us here, the imperial court will definitely not ignore us."
Of course, there are still some people who believe in the court and are afraid of its pressure.
After all, if you are not careful in this kind of thing, you may lose your head. Who can not be cautious?
"Oh, we didn't rob the imperial court, we just borrowed some grain from the Zhang family, why would that be considered a rebellion?
Forget it if you don’t go. The imperial court has no food left. Can they make it up?
If they could provide us with food, we wouldn't be starving now.
Besides, the imperial court and the Zhang family are in cahoots. You can't trust them. If you don't go, I will!"
When the man said this, he spat and said, "Besides, if you rebel, you will die. Isn't it better to wait for death here?
I couldn't wait any longer. My son hadn't eaten for several days.
If this continues, you'll die.
If this continues, you and I will be so hungry that we will have no strength left, and even lose our last hope.
The Zhang family is rich but unkind. Everyone knows this after living here for so long.
At this moment, what else can you do?
If there is another way, please tell me one."
The man's voice was hoarse but deafening. Now, is there really any other way?
The Zhang family is one of the largest forces in the surrounding area, and countless martial arts masters are willing to work for them.
Here, he can be considered a bully.
Forced buying and selling happens frequently. What can ordinary people do?
Complain to the authorities? What good would that do? They'd just protect each other.
Another person punched the wooden pole of the shed, causing the entire shed to shake.
"Done! Isn't it just the Zhang family?
I have practiced martial arts for more than ten years. If I am still so cowardly, then all my martial arts training would be in vain. I will bite off a piece of flesh even if I have to."
"But the Zhang family has countless martial arts masters, and I heard that there are many innate masters. Can we really do it?" Finally someone raised this question.
This is the era, and martial arts training may be a more important means of production than land.
If ordinary mortals don't have it, then they can't even resist.
"Don't be afraid, everyone. I am a member of the Ming Cult, and I have already reported this matter to our headquarters.
After the leader knew about this, he was surprised to find that there were so many brothers suffering here.
Deeply saddened, he immediately went down the mountain and hurried a hundred miles.
I believe our Mingjiao masters must have arrived by now."
The person who spoke was a member of the Ming Cult who was gathered in the crowd. He took out a long sword.
He sighed at this point:
“It’s a pity that we don’t have much food in our church, otherwise we could have fed everyone.
But we, the people in the martial arts world, all talk about is chivalry and robbing the rich to help the poor!
Even if it means risking my life, I must ensure that everyone has enough to eat today!
If any of you are willing to help, then come with me and help carry the food."
As soon as these words were spoken, a lot of attention was focused on the Ming Cult member in front of them.
"Ming Cult?" The people below were a little agitated when they heard this name. The Ming Cult had a very good reputation in this area.
"Okay, let's go together. When my father was sick, it was that Mingjiao person who gave me money to treat his illness.
Now they are fighting us to death, what are we still doing here?
Could it be that we Jianghuai men lack courage?"
One person shouted loudly, and instantly responses came one after another.
In their eyes, the Ming Cult is extremely powerful. Perhaps they don’t understand what the Supreme Grand Master or the Grand Master is.
But the storytellers in teahouses often talked about him as a master in the world.
And the leader of the Ming Cult is ranked fourth.
With the fourth best person in the world with them, what is there to hesitate about?
This is why Zhao Que attaches so much importance to Bai Xiaosheng’s intelligence and public opinion.
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