Poison Demon Immortal

Chapter 50
Zheng!
Before the maid Xiaocui could react, the lancet stuck in her waist was pulled out by Yuan Changshan.

With such a fast attack speed, trying to kill Xiaocui and Jiuji is like searching for something.

Yuan Changshan took Xiaocui's lancet to the tip of his nose and smelled it, then handed the knife to Butou Nie.

Butou Nie took the knife, and there was no trace of blood on the blade.

"This knife has never seen blood, not to mention killing, it has never killed a chicken." Yuan Changshan said in a firm tone.

Bututou Nie only suspected that Xu Tingzhang was murdered, but did not catch any evidence.

"Miss Xiaocui, first of all, you have no official position, and second, you are not a martial artist. According to the laws of the Daqian Dynasty, you should not wear a knife." After Nie Butou finished speaking, he wanted to throw the lancet in his hand into the Among the big rivers.

"Nie Butou... I have never said in the law that civilians are not allowed to carry knives, but civilians are not allowed to carry heavy crossbows and poisonous arrows." Zhang Xiaojing said suddenly.

In terms of familiarity with Daqian's law, it is difficult for Nie to catch up with Zhang Xiaojing.

Zhang Xiaojing is an intellectual in the provincial capital, Nie Toutou doesn't know a whole lot of Chinese characters, so he can't fool Xiao Cui.

Butou Nie could only return the lancet in his hand to Xiaocui.

"Butou Nie... This seat has just brought some victims here, you put them in the woods to rest for a while, there should be many victims in this area, this seat still needs to rescue some victims, you have to maintain the security here. Order." Yuan Changshan explained solemnly.

"Of course." Zhang Xiaojing hurriedly replied.

Before Nie Butou opened his mouth, Zhang Xiaojing was the first to express his opinion.

Butou Nie looked at Zhang Xiaojing in surprise, only to see Mr. Zhang said righteously: "Monsters make trouble, rivers divert, people drown, parents and officials pity the people and throw themselves into the river, this old man is moved in his heart, even though he is a commoner, he must Do your part for the people of Liuyang!"

Hearing this, Yuan Changshan nodded with satisfaction, and then continued to say to Nie Butou and the others: "You and the local gentry cooperate sincerely to maintain order, and you can rest assured that the disciples of Linjiang City Wuyuan have already set off and will come here to rescue you soon. "

After Yuan Changshan finished speaking, he flew up again and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Looking at Yuan Changshan who had practiced lightness kungfu and went away, Li Xiaocui revealed a look of longing. If one day he can practice martial arts to such a level, that would be great.

After the barrier lake was broken, hundreds of disaster victims who came from Gaogang saw the local gentry Zhang Xiaojing and a group of policemen around Zhang Xiaojing. At this time, Zhang Xiaojing seemed to have become a parent officer.

"Fellow folks... let's go to the woods to rest for a while."

"I would like to ask Butou Nie to go and collect more firewood to warm up the villagers..." Zhang Xiaojing greeted loudly from a high place.

Among these victims, there are many familiar faces, among them Aunt Wu was originally from Zhang's family, so she naturally obeyed Zhang Xiaojing's words.

When the people were settled into the forest, a bonfire was lit in the forest.

Some people brought flint with them when they left, and spent a lot of effort lighting the first fire. As long as the first fire is lit, other people only need to borrow the fire...

Seventeen or eighteen bonfires were quickly set up in the woods, and the wet clothes were neatly dried, and the people gathered around the bonfires to keep warm...

Even Jiuji crouched by the campfire to keep warm, surrounded by a group of men.

At this time, although everyone was affected by the disaster, the defense between men and women was still there...

In the evening, Zhang Xiaojing ordered a horse to be killed.

This horse is the horse of the post station, it is the one that Xu Tingchang is riding on.

Kill the horse and cook the meat.

The iron pot for cooking horse meat was brought by several commoners themselves. For the common people, the iron pot at home is also an inseparable property, so they carried it on their backs when they fled for their lives.

When night came, all the people in the forest were given horse meat and had a full meal.

The people put on dry clothes again, and then slept together in the woods by the campfire.

The next day.

At eight or nine o'clock in the morning, the disciples of the martial arts academy hadn't come yet, but the people around Linzi gathered more and more.

Zhang Xiaojing also frowned.

With so many people, so many mouths, and more and more people gathering together, it is indeed not easy to be an official and claim credit.

The disciples of the martial arts academy did not come, and the martial artist Yuan Changshan did not return.

Martial artist Yuan Changshan did not return to the forest last night, this made Zhang Xiaojing very uneasy, he suddenly felt that maybe he should not volunteer to be an official to seek credit, it would be the best policy to run away earlier.

"Kill the horse!"

"We're still hungry!"

"Kill the horse!"

"What do you keep it for? Kill it!"

"I haven't had breakfast yet!"

"I didn't eat last night, I'm going to starve to death!"

Amidst the booing of the people, another post station bred a good horse and was led by Xiaocui to the open space.

Then Xiao Cui turned around suddenly, stabbed Liang Ma's abdomen with a knife, and the knife went straight to the horse's heart.

Xiaocui held down the horse hard, and the dying horse couldn't move. In the end, the good horse bled to death with tears in his eyes.

"Oh! There's something to eat!"

"Thank you, Yuanwai Zhang, for your compassion for the people."

The people are grateful for a while...

Zhang Xiaojing smiled, quite proud.

Just like yesterday.

Divide the horse meat, set up a big pot, and get firewood.

The people are busy getting together for food.

There are about seven or eight hundred people in the forest, and there is just enough meat for one horse to eat, but there is not much left.

Just after everyone ate and drank...

A few strange men in ragged clothes came to Zhang Xiaojing and kowtowed to Zhang Xiaojing without hesitation.

"Please hurry up, this is what an old man should do!" Zhang Xiaojing said hastily.

I only heard one of the common people say: "Mr. Zhang...there are four people in my small family, and I want two catties of horse meat."

"The youngest family has two young children and an 80-year-old mother who also wants to bring two catties of horse meat."

"In my small family, there are fourteen brothers and sisters who also want to bring some horse meat home."

Hear this.

Zhang Xiaojing's face immediately sank.

Killing horses and cooking meat is an expedient measure, how can we eat and bring it with us?

"Where are the people in your family?" Zhang Xiaojing asked in a deep voice.

"It's in a nearby village."

"So you are villagers?"

"That's right, we are the villagers of Xiaoliang Village."

"Can Xiaoliang Village attract disasters?"

"There must have been a disaster. The small family's house was washed away, and the family's wife, children and mother could only live in the neighbor's house."

"In Xiaoliang Village, the good fields in the whole village have been destroyed, and there is no harvest."

"This fertile field is about to have a good harvest..."

Hearing what these few people said to each other, Zhang Xiaojing suddenly remembered something, his palms were slightly sweaty, his expression became serious and nervous, and there was even a trace of great fear.

The Minjiang River runs across Kyushu, seven provinces and eighteen counties, and now it is suddenly diverted. How much disaster will this cause?
Out of Liuxiang Province is the Yonghe Plain. There is no channel for the river to flow away, and it will flow flat. Maybe the houses will not be destroyed much, but the damaged farmland will be countless.

Now that the autumn harvest is approaching, and hundreds of millions of acres of fertile land have no harvest, what kind of disaster will it cause?

The diverted Min River did destroy Liuyang Town, but that was only the tip of the iceberg of damage.

The affected area is far more than Liuyang Town, no wonder the rescue from Wuyuan has been delayed...

(End of this chapter)