Some people jumped out to fight the pot, and the emperor was naturally happy to see it. He originally wanted to give a false title, but now he gave it to an official of Xiangyang County. Seriously speaking, although Xiangyang County is not rich, its land is vast and only It's in a remote place, and there's not much people around.
In order to pull a fig leaf, the emperor specially allocated five hundred denier grains and one thousand guards, and ordered his confidant Huang Changshi to announce the decree.
Huang Tan is Huang Song's godfather.
Huang Tan sat down, smacked Laohan's legs, and said with emotion, "I have to obey the old age. Today's young descendants are really different."
The dragon turned over, and Shangjing was almost in ruins. The officials killed the fateful officials in a rage. No one in the civil and military of the Manchu Dynasty dared to take over this hot potato, but Liu She's son had the courage to offer himself. .
Thinking of his grandson, he reminded him, "You guys should also be vigilant, don't make trouble everywhere."
Huang Song rarely took time to rest for a while, and was so taught by his godfather that he couldn't help but grimaced.
His mouth was sweet, and he was not afraid of Huang Tan's accumulation of power over the years, so he immediately thought of a way to divert Huang Tan's attention.
Huang Song stood up and pinched Huang Tan's shoulders, and said with a hilarious smile, "According to my grandson, grandpa is not old now, those young hairy boys are frizzy and indifferent, how can they compare with grandpa? Contribution is unparalleled…”
Although these words are suspected of flattering, Huang Tan has ensured that many loyal and virtuous officials have lived in these years.
It's not that he has a conscience, it's just that he sells it well, and it's just to please both ends.
For example, this time, Jiang Pengji's luck was not bad, and she met Huang Tan to lead someone to announce the decree.
If it were other internal supervisors, things would not be so simple, and there were many doorways inside.
If the inner inspector who declared the decree sees that Jiang Pengji is not pleasing to the eye or is greedy, and wants to make trouble secretly, he will definitely choose old rice, and the black heart will directly replace it with rice bran. Or tyrannical, disobedient to discipline.
Huang Tan likes to befriend the gentry and potential young offspring, and will not do anything in this regard.
"You... Only this mouth is still sweet. It doesn't matter if you haven't started a family and a business yet. You can't do this when you marry Mr. Ji's daughter in a few days." Prestige Confucianism.
"The grandson understands, and he will certainly not disappoint his grandfather's hard work."
After a while, Huang Tan adjusted his clothes and prepared to take someone to declare the decree.
At this time, Jin Wuxi fell.
As time passed, the night became darker and darker, and the vision gradually blurred into one piece.
When the last ray of light from the sky disappeared on the horizon, the whole earth was shrouded in darkness.
On weekdays, Shangjing, which was lit like daytime, is now pitch-dark, and the surroundings are silent. The sound is creepy.
One day of search, the number of survivors found has reached 512, and the search and rescue team has expanded to 123. As for the cold corpses removed from the ruins, there are at least two or three thousand, densely packed into piles. , to see people's hair burst.
This number is really insignificant for the once prosperous Shangjing, but it is just a drop in the ocean.
Among them, the vast majority of the surviving people were wounded. Some of them suffered minor injuries, but only injured their arms or legs. Women and children volunteered to take care of the wounded.
"Xiaoyu, you take someone to this place to fetch food at night, and your movements should be concealed."
Jiang Pengji handed a blueprint to Xu Ke. She should have done this by herself, but she was the only one who could search and rescue normally at night. The efficiency of the others was too low. Temporarily relieve food shortages and stabilize people's hearts.
Feng Jin saw that Xu Ke was so tired that his face was pale and his eyes were still blue, and he said, "Why don't you leave this to Jin."
"No, Huaiyu, you stay here and sit here, Ke can still bear it." Xu Ke calmed down, he knew that Feng Jin hadn't rested much during this time, and was tossed enough by his wife's production. Is sleepless night.
He is alone now, and his wife Xunmei is far away in Hejian, but Feng Jin has family ties and cannot leave his wife and daughter at will.
Looking at it this way, it is most appropriate to leave this matter to him.
Ten hours have passed since the earthquake, and Jiang Pengji didn't know how many survivors were left in the entire Shangjing city, and how many people were dying while waiting. send them to treatment.
Jiang Pengji held a simple torch, she was not afraid of the road at night, but the people behind her were not.
"Is there anyone still alive, let's be alive!"
"Are there still people alive here—"
"We're here to save people, is there anyone alive—"
The servant behind him put his hands to his mouth and shouted for a day, his voice was already hoarse, and his throat and eyes hurt badly.
In order to cover up her own abnormality, Jiang Pengji did not stop them from shouting, but concentrated her mind and searched for traces of life.
Suddenly, Jiang Pengji said in a hoarse voice, "Wait—don't make a sound—"
He raised his hand to signal them to stop calling for a while.
After a day, these people have regarded her as a god, and her every move has fallen into their eyes. Even when the government has no action, this person can stand up and not give up even a single life, which makes some naive man's eyes are sore.
Jiang Pengji listened for a while, and found that the source of the sound was under a pile of rubble in front of him.
"A child is crying..."
Everyone listened carefully, and the intermittent crying was really a baby.
Jiang Pengji stepped on the gravel, and the dull pain from the bottom of her feet directly spread to her brain.
The ruins after the earthquake were very difficult to navigate. Jiang Pengji's pair had already been scrapped. If it wasn't for the audience in the live broadcast room, she would not have even realized that the clogs under her feet were completely broken, and the bare soles of her feet were rubbed with blood by the sharp gravel of the ruins. , draw out the wound.
After going back, she had someone get coarse cloth, folded it into a bundle and tied it to her feet, so that she could walk easily.
However, the wound on the sole of the foot was not treated in time, and the frayed flesh and coarse cloth were stuck together.
"You go here, and here, look for these two places, and remove the gravel..." Jiang Pengji divided the team, one person held a torch to illuminate the light, and the others worked hard, and she didn't know how much sweat she had shed in a day. , and how many bowls of water mixed with salt have been drank.
After the separation, Jiang Pengji forcefully moved away the giant beam of the beam that was pressing on it.
After one day, the skin on her palms was no longer good, and the flesh and blood were mixed with dust, accumulating layer after layer.
The last piece was removed, Jiang Pengji took the torch, and everyone saw a woman lying down with her back curled up. Her legs and femur were crushed by the smashed beams. Only her back was still stubbornly protruding, and her head was leaning against her. On the ground, with his arms folded in front of his chest, he seemed to be embracing something. The blood flowing out of his body dyed the surrounding area dark, and the rich blood wafted along the night wind.
The weak child's cry came from the lower part of the woman's body.