After Zhao Xing got off the boat at Pidao Wharf, he saw an old man standing alone in the empty square, with white hair as snow as snow, his old battle robe flying, and his whole body exuded a decadent and depressed atmosphere, but the thin face of Feng Dao Xue Jian was filled with indomitableness and stubbornness.

And behind him, there were a large area of ​​four or five hundred men, either disabled or thin, big and small, wrapped in linen cloth and mourning clothes. Behind them, there were even more dry and thin men, women, old and young refugees beg for food that could not be seen at all. They could not afford to wear robes, so they put a piece of paper money on their heads, and the sound of crying was earth-shaking among the crowd. And among this endless group of refugees, from time to time, the people who had been kneeling down on the ground due to hunger and long-term kneeling, making the cry even more miserable.

In one corner of the square, a thin and dry musician was playing a suona without a trumpet, with a sad and grieving voice, and tears of blood and tears.

Zhao Xing was shocked, what's wrong?

He quickly stepped forward and came to the lonely and stubborn old man: "Are you Mao Shuai?"

The old man bowed: "In the left governor of the Ming Dynasty, deputy general of the Ministry of War, general general of Ping Liao, he was given Shang Fang sword, and general general of Dongjiang Town Mao Wenlong paid a visit to the imperial envoy Zhao."

The Northern Fushi Department is only responsible for the important cases of the emperor's imperial examination, so as soon as they leave the capital, officials from all over the country will call them imperial envoys.

"Why is Mao Shuai?" Zhao Xing asked in confusion.

Mao Wenlong turned his head and looked at the crowd behind him, and smiled sadly: "I'm sorry to slaughter the polite person, no matter what crimes the bastard officials framed him." A resentment flashed in his face, but he was replaced by gray deceased. "Whether the lord arrested me and were executed on the spot, it had nothing to do with my twenty adopted sons, four hundred Yisuns, and the 300,000 suffering people in Dongjiang Town." Then he burst into tears in pain: "Please show mercy to their subordinates."

Zhao Xing was even more surprised: "Why did Mao Shuai say this? I'm not here to get you, I'm here to help you." Then I remembered that he was the Beizhen Fushi Department, and there was nothing good about the errands done by the Beizhen Fushi Department, especially when he came here in person, it was a disaster star. If he captured a great position, he had already decided that this person could be executed without being judged.

Zhao Xinghuan then shouted directly to the Jinyiwei Captain who was standing aside and delivering a letter in advance: "You bastard, come here for me."

The lieutenant who was originally arrogant saw that his boss looked wrong, and was very frightened at that time, so he quickly rolled over and crawled over.

Zhao Xing went up and kicked: "I sent you to report the message to Mao Shuai, how did you spread it?"

This was an old man from the former tutoring department, so he kowtowed quickly: "Sir, according to the rules, my subordinate told Mao Wenlong that he would kiss him to Pidao and prepare to welcome him." Then he added a flattering sentence: "In order to save trouble for the tutor, my subordinate looked at him day and night and refused to let him run away."

Zhao Xing kicked up and said, "I'll kick you a useless bastard to death. You can't even make a statement. Come on, pull it down and hit it ten times."

Zhao Xing called out someone, and the captain was so scared that he was urinating his pants and stroking and killing people. It was no different from killing a chicken. His life was gone. He kowtowed like pounding garlic: "Sir, please spare your life, sir--" But I heard that the punishment for slapping ten mouths was staying here at that time. Why, this new master is so kind?

Not caring about this bastard, Zhao Xing quickly apologized to Mao Wenlong: "Oh, Mao Shuai, misunderstandings, misunderstandings. The errand I was doing this this time was finally for the first time. It was not to bring disaster to others, but to escort the 150,000 stone rescue prepared by the emperor for Mao Shuai. The emperor was afraid that others would not be able to do things well, so he sent my brothers here in person, misunderstandings, misunderstandings."

At this time, a man behind Mao Wenlong got up and asked Zhao Xing with disbelief: "Sir, aren't you here to catch me and have a fucking grandpa? I, Mao Kexi, have a straightforward personality, don't lie to me." (His father Shang Xueli, is Mao Wenlong's adopted son, and died in Liaodong in his early years)

Another slightly short man also came up: "The emperor really brought us 150,000 stones of food? I, Mao Youde, heard it right."

"As long as you are not arresting my adoptive father, I don't care if there is any food, Mao Zhongming doesn't care. I will kowtow to you."

The Sanshun Kings gathered in front of Zhao Xing, which shocked Zhao Xing at that time and he fell into the thief's nest.

But he smiled again in a blink of an eye. These three people are still loyal and brave generals of the Ming Dynasty. After their adopted father was wrongly killed, they still fought for the country to die. Only Yuan Chonghuan was killed, they begged Chongzhen to rehabilitate their adopted father, but Chongzhen refused to agree for his own face. After a complete disappointment, they resolutely rebelled with the determination to avenge their adopted father and eventually became the vanguard of Jiannu's destruction of the Han Dynasty. It was sad, lamentable, and admirable.

As long as Mao Wenlong is treated fairly and as long as Mao Wenlong does not die, they will not be the vanguard of Jiannu's destruction of the Han Dynasty, they will be the vanguard of fighting against Jiannu.

Zhao Xing bowed to the three of them, "Although I am young, I am still a senior official of the court. How dare I use the emperor's life as a joke? If several generals don't believe it, I will speak with facts. I am paying attention to evidence."

As a result, the young and upright Mao Kexi curled his lips: "The Jinyiwei talks about evidence? Who believes it?"

Zhao Xing was very embarrassed, quite embarrassed, so he didn't talk to these people with deep misunderstandings and ordered Zheng Hongda behind him: "Please provide evidence for the old brother."

Zheng Hongda turned around and ordered the manager behind him: "Open the goods." The manager turned around and ran towards the fleet.

Zheng Hongda took out an account book from his arms, walked to Mao Wenlong and handed it in front of him and said, "Mao Shuai, Zheng Hongda, the president of the Suzhou-Hangzhou Grain Merchants Association, is now officially handing over the 142,000 stone of grain that Lord Zhao bought for Dongjiang Town. In addition, our Chamber of Commerce donated 3,000 stones of grain that our Chamber of Commerce donated to repay Mao Shuai's heroic behavior in anti-Jin, and this is the account book, please check it."

Mao Wenlong glanced at Zhao Xing, and his eyes were still full of distrust, but when he took over the account book in Zheng Hongda, he was full of gratitude. His trust in the merchants was greater than his trust in the Jinyiwei, his trust in officials, and the court.

After taking the account book, there were already a bunch of sailors and boatmen on the boat carrying bags of grain off the boat.

Mao Wenlong stepped forward, then ran towards the pile of grain just piled on the dock, carefully picked up a golden rice that had fallen from the ground with great care, and looked left and right in front of him. After confirming, he suddenly turned around, opened his arms, and shouted loudly at the refugee subordinates who were kneeling on the ground and could not see at a glance: "Grain is food, our Dongjiang Town is saved."
Chapter completed!