Song Jinxiu looked over curiously, seeing the group of people carrying two children of three or four years old with pious faces.
The two children, a boy and a girl, were sitting at a table and being carried by four adults. They were all wearing red cotton-padded clothes and were dressed like dolls in New Year paintings.
The boy looked confused and curious, while the girl was eating a candied haws in her hand.
The old man in front was in his fifties. He led the crowd to take three steps, kneel down and kowtow three times, and then move forward.
Song Jinxiu asked curiously, "What are they doing?"
"These are villagers from Wulong Village coming here to offer sacrifices. Get out of the way now. Don't block the road."
"Sacrifice?"
It's not what she thought, is it?
"Girl, when you get to Wulong Mountain, kowtow quickly. Be careful of the dragon's wrath."
"Shenlong?"
"Oh, girl, you are from another place, it's normal that you don't know."
"A few days ago, the dragon experienced a catastrophe, with wind, rain, thunder and lightning, and the sky collapsed and the earth cracked.
The people of Wulong Village should feed the dragon with their own bodies. Fortunately, Your Majesty got high-level advice and saved the names of the entire Wulong Village. ”
Song Jinxiu pouted, she had grown taller.
The dragon's tribulation?
It turns out that ordinary people also think this way about storms? No wonder Cui Qiu could talk about the running dragon.
Ignorance creates superstition.
It seems that it would be better to popularize her astronomical knowledge as soon as possible.
Song Jinxiu pointed at these and asked, "Since they have escaped a disaster, why are they here again instead of rebuilding their homes and living a good life?"
"Oh, girl, you don't know. The dragon is furious! If you are chosen by it, you must die. If you don't die now, you can't escape it later."
Song Jinxiu frowned even more tightly.
It turned out that the mudslide submerged the entire Wulong Village. The villagers escaped unharmed because they evacuated in advance.
After the storm, the villagers returned one after another and prepared to clean up their homes.
The old house is no longer habitable, but if you rummage around and find some old things that survive, you can still live on.
However, the day before yesterday morning, a family of three suddenly died while cleaning stones.
At that time, Dragon Flame was discovered.
So some people said that the dragon was angry and came back to take his life. To survive, one must offer a virgin sacrifice.
Song Jinxiu looked at the dark hillside not far away.
The landslide revealed a large area of black mountain. There were no trees, no grass, and no flammable materials on the surface, but there were clusters of flames burning.
A gust of wind blew by, and with it came the smell of burning coal stoves that she had smelled as a child. Song Jinxiu already knew what was going on.
She said to Wei Qidong, "Stop them first, I'll go and take a look."
Wei Qidong grabbed her and said, "No, you stay, I'll go."
Song Jinxiu stopped him and said, "Let me go. You don't know as much as I do."
Wei Qidong choked: If she doesn't pay for her life by choking to death, she will come out right away!
"Then be careful."
This was indeed a coal mountain. Fortunately, there were only some scattered flames on the surface. If there was a deep-seated fire, there would be nothing she could do.
These spontaneously ignited flames are what the villagers call dragon flames.
Treasure Hunting Mouse Junjun: "Yeah, the sunstone here is pretty good."
Song Jinxiu: "Yes, but don't move. This needs to be reported to the emperor. If you get rid of it, the dragon will appear."
I don't know Wei Qidong from Wulong Village, but my family knows him.
As soon as he walked over, the villagers of Wulong Village recognized him.
"Isn't this the one who notified everyone to evacuate that day?"
"You are here, we kowtow to you."
Wei Qidong quickly supported the old man in front of him and said, "It was not me who saved you, but your Majesty. I was just following orders to do my job."
"But what are you doing?"
The old man and the crowd all looked sullen. An old woman wiped her tears and told the story.
Wei Qidong said: "The storm is just a change in the weather, it has nothing to do with the dragon. You are sacrificing your child alive, this is against the law, doesn't your village chief know?"
"Sir, this child is the granddaughter of our village chief! It's not against the law to sacrifice our own children, right?"
"Yes, sir, please be merciful and let us pass. We all remember your kindness! The dragon is furious and we cannot afford to offend him!"
"Where did the dragon come from? This is a coal mine." Song Jinxiu strode over.
"Who are you?" Everyone looked at her.
"Is this Princess Kangle?" asked a guard.
ah? Princess?
Everyone stared at each other, then knelt down.
"I kowtow to the princess, please forgive me."
This was the first time Song Jinxiu was forced to kneel down, and she couldn't describe how she felt.
She waved, "No need to be polite."
She pointed to the hillside behind her and said, "There are no dragons here. The black thing is coal. If it burns incompletely, it will easily produce carbon monoxide, which is poisonous.
Are the people who died in your village locked up, twitching all over, incontinent, with cherry-red faces and lips? ”
"Yes? How did the princess know?"
"That's right, this is a symptom of carbon monoxide poisoning, so it's not the dragon's revenge, it's poisoning."
"Poisoned?"
Everyone looked at the flames in the distance and took a step back involuntarily.
Song Jinxiu glanced at them, then looked at the two children and said:
"Wulong Village, right? Even if you sacrifice your own child, it's against the law.
Go back and accept the punishment. ”
She glanced at the crowd sternly and asked:
"Well, where do you live now? Where is the new village that the county approved for you?"
The old man said, "We came here to stay with our relatives, but later we died. Our relatives were also scared, so we have now returned to the cave next to the village."
Song Jinxiu frowned: "Why? Doesn't your county magistrate care about your post-disaster reconstruction? Didn't you receive the disaster relief grain distributed by the state?"
The old man asked in surprise, "Ah? Princess, you mean that not only can we receive disaster relief grain, but His Majesty will also build houses for us?"
Song Jinxiu blinked: Hmm? What's going on? Judging from the tone of these people, Your Majesty didn't provide disaster relief?
Song Jinxiu looked at Wei Qidong and asked him with her eyes: Is our wise emperor so unreliable?
Wei Qidong said: "If the disaster is not serious, the county Qidong's own reserve of disaster relief grain will be enough. If the disaster is serious, Your Majesty will need to use the grain from the national treasury."
So that's how it is. That means the magistrate of Mou County is not doing anything.
Song Jinxiu said, "It's not safe to live in a cave. You should pack up and stay at the county government office for two days."
Wei Qidong couldn't help but twitching his lips, she was really thoughtful, letting him live in the county government office.
Song Jinxiu: Where else can I live if not in the county government office? Besides, this is a mining area, and we don’t know whether the carbon monoxide level exceeds the standard. It’s not safe to live nearby.
"What? Live in the county government office?" Everyone was stunned and looked at Song Jinxiu, not knowing whether to leave or stay.
Are they so bold as to do this? Dare to cause trouble at the county government office?
But this is what the princess said, if they don't listen, they are disobeying orders, if they listen, when the princess leaves, they, the common people, will be the ones who suffer.
Song Jinxiu pointed at a guard and said, "Take them there and tell them that this is what General Wei said, that the victims should have food, drink, clothes and medical treatment in the county government office.
The homes for the disaster victims had to be built within half a month. After half a month, it would snow heavily and the temperature would drop. If anyone froze to death, he would have to pack up and leave.
snort! If an official does not serve the people, he might as well go home and sell sweet potatoes. ”
Wei Qidong: That’s well said.
However, it was clearly you, Princess, who said this, why did you have to use my name?
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