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Chapter 123 Gathering refugees
"What did you get the mantle of Prime Minister Zhuge, what did you get the inheritance of the Mohist school! These are all rumors to confuse the public! This hundred-household official named Zhao Cheng is doing the opposite! He should be arrested and severely punished!"

Shen Chi spoke in a dark voice.

This sentence immediately reminded Wang Kun.

"exactly!"

Wang Kun immediately said repeatedly.

"Bewitching words to confuse the crowd! The opposite is obvious! This kind of traitor must be arrested."

In the big tent, there was a dead silence.

All the generals lowered their heads, and some people's expressions changed slightly.

Of course they knew what Shen Chen and Wang Kun's words meant.

A great hero who defeated Zhenglan Banner Zhentar, a Niulu, became a traitor and a traitor just like that!

I just feel sorry for that Zhao Baihu, who fought so hard, not only did he not get the slightest credit, but he might have to be questioned in the end...

Everyone secretly sighed in their hearts.

There are also people who are sad when the rabbit dies.

"My lord! No!"

The left guard Chang Rusong stood up.

"Zhao Baihu has made great achievements in killing the enemy. With his own strength, he defeated the Tartars. This is a great achievement! If instead of rewards, he was punished, who would dare to fight against the Tartars in the future? Who is willing to risk their lives..."

"To shut up!"

Before Chang Rusong finished speaking, Wang Kun cut him off with a scolding.

"Chang Rusong, are you deliberately against our family? Are you scolding our family for not being clear about rewards and punishments? Is it your turn to teach our family how to do things?"

Wang Kun was really about to explode.

How dare someone contradict him in public!

"Chang Rusong, the prince represents His Majesty! The whole Xuanfu Town is in view. What is a small strong land, a momentary gain or loss? What is a bully man from the Tartars? That little Zhao Baihu Is it wrong for the prince to punish him for sensationalism, for his own selfishness, to be greedy for merit, and to ruin the overall situation of Xuanfu Town?" Shen Qi asked in a sullen tone.

Once the literati play hooligans, it is not something ordinary warriors can handle.

Chang Rusong felt that this was not the case, something seemed wrong, but he couldn't tell what was wrong.

"Yes! Our family puts the overall situation first. What does a small Tatar count as a Niulu? In the eyes of our family, it is the millions of people in the Xuan Mansion! The massacre of the common people...isn't it all our fault? Chang Rusong, our family now has some suspicions that you have ulterior motives. Could it be that you want to deliberately give the Tartars a reason to let them enter the country?"

Wang Kun narrowed his eyes and stared at Chang Rusong.

Chang Rusong's face turned red, and he opened his mouth to say something, but behind him, the conductor Ye Zhihua touched him lightly.

Chang Rusong suddenly realized that the words came to his lips, and he swallowed them back.

"The two adults calm down, this subordinate knows it's wrong."

He quickly admitted his mistake.

If he continues to contradict him, I'm afraid he will also be involved in the den of right and wrong, and it will be difficult for him to be alone.

"Hmph! Missing you is just an unintentional mistake, so don't worry about it. You will be fined for one month, let's go down!" Shen Qi waved his hand.

Chang Rusong apologized and stepped aside.

I sighed secretly in my heart, it's a pity for that Zhao Baihu.

"Yang Cang, I'll give you a chance to commit crimes and make meritorious deeds. Go to Qiangdi immediately and capture Zhao Cheng. There are also those 56 real Tatar captives, treat them well, and none of them will be hurt. Bring them here." Shen Chi ordered road.

He had long been terrified by the Tartars' military force, and he was determined to negotiate peace with the Tartars.

Before the Tartars had run out of food, and the soldiers were so hungry that their hands and feet were sore, he didn't dare to take the opportunity to send troops. On the contrary, he continued to operate, and even took a large amount of brocade beef, sheep, rice noodles to help the Tartars.

Now, after the Tartars get the food, their soldiers are strong and their horses are strong.

Shen Chi was even more afraid to talk about the fight.

All he wanted now was for the Tatars to retreat and let him finish his term as governor in peace.

As for the Tartars becoming stronger and stronger in the future, what should we do if we come to knock off the customs again...

That has nothing to do with him.

By that time, he would have been transferred away long ago, to the fat place.

After all, the Tartars are just a disease of ringworm and scabies. Can they still rule the Central Plains?
"Yes, my lord!"

Yang Cang quickly agreed.

……

Strongly.

"My lord, a wave of refugees has come."

When Zhao Cheng was looking at the newly built forts with his arms behind his back, Zhao Chunfa hurried over with a bit of excitement on his face.

He knew Master Zhao's thoughts.

In this era, other magistrates hated refugees, but Mr. Zhao loved them the most.

"Oh? How many people?"

Sure enough, Zhao Cheng's eyes lit up when he heard the words.

"More than 600 people. Both men, women and children."

"So many? Go! Take a look!"

During this period of time in Qiangdi, refugees would come over from time to time.

However, the scale is not large, mostly in twos and threes, and dozens of people come together.

It was the first time that more than 600 people came in such a wave.

Zhao Cheng got on his bicycle and went straight to the checkpoint.

Now, his identity is different, and ten sergeants and bodyguards are always by his side.

These ten guards were also riding bicycles and carrying muskets.

At the intersection, Zhao Cheng casually threw the bicycle to the guards and strode over.

Outside the checkpoint, a group of people were squatting on the ground in black, coughing, crying, children making noise... all in a mess.

From a distance, there was a foul smell.

These refugees looked like beggars at first glance, ragged and dirty.

"Be sure to pay attention to hygiene. Don't bring infectious diseases into our strong land."

Seeing people and places with poor sanitation, Zhao Cheng felt his scalp tingle.

blight!

This was one of the most important culprits for the sharp drop in population at the end of the Ming Dynasty!
Zhao Cheng does not dare to expand blindly now. One very important reason is that he is worried about the sudden expansion of the territory, the lack of talent reserves under his staff, and the management will not be able to keep up.

It would be bad if it caused an epidemic to spread.

Not to mention the large-scale sharp drop in the population of his subordinates, the key point is that Zhao Cheng himself may be infected!
Zhao Cheng remembers that the most serious cause of population decline in this era is called "pimple disease", which is actually the plague.

In the 16th year of Chongzhen, the population of Zhili, Henan, and Shanxi provinces dropped by more than one-third.

Once the plague is infected, even in the 21st century, it cannot be said that it will be cured.

What's more, the medical conditions here are completely incomparable with those in the 21st century.

Can't afford it!
Zhao Cheng must be extremely careful.

"Don't let them in yet. Let them temporarily settle down two miles away. Give them a bath, give each of them two clean clothes, and take all the old clothes away. Nothing on them can be brought into Qiangdi. .”

Zhao Cheng looked at the messy and dirty hair of these refugees, and had an impulse to cut them all off.

But he knows that this difficulty is extremely great.

(End of this chapter)