Three Hundred and Ninety-Five: Move the Capital to Chenzhou (2)

The relocation of the capital has become a foregone conclusion, and six full days have passed since the earthquake. Hunting『文网Ww』W． 『LieWen． CC

Because Jiang Pengji was quite quick and dealt with it in a timely manner, there was no plague in Beijing.

However, according to the cooks transporting grain and the relief troops in Fengyi County, signs of the plague have already appeared in other areas.

Jiang Pengji applied medicine to her hands and feet. The last day of rescue was given to Buqu and the Thousand Forbidden Army. She just needed to cultivate herself.

[Anchor V]: I feel like I have become a salted fish.

Jiang Pengji's current important task is to cultivate and recover from the injuries of her hands and feet as soon as possible.

In the past few days since the earthquake, Jiang Pengji had barely had a moment to rest. She led her team to work in the search and rescue area, rescuing people buried in the rubble one after another. After all, no one could find traces of life as accurately as she did.

So her injuries looked a bit tragic. Just as the rescue was coming to an end, Feng Jin and others strongly requested that she stay in the camp to recuperate.

In fact, her body's ability to recover is several times that of a normal person.

If she hadn't been afraid of scaring the doctor and thinking she was a monster, she would have been able to jump around a long time ago.

Recuperating and bored, Jiang Pengji simply chatted with the audience.

Perhaps because the clouds of the earthquake have temporarily faded away, the audience in the live broadcast room has also become more lively.

[Big Red Date]: Hot Chicken Anchor, you are just a salted fish. Poor young boy Xu Ke, young boy Feng Jin and handsome boy Qi Guan Rang, who do they think they are? The ultimate salted fish whipped and enslaved by a salted fish? This baby hasn't seen Qiguan's handsome guy for a whole day.

[Anchor V]: Wen Zheng has a wife.

[Favorite Feng Jin baby]: I haven’t seen Feng Jin as a boy for a long time. The adult Feng Jin is so interesting, with starry eyes.

[Anchor V]: Huaiyu has a wife.

[Elder Princess]: Everyone go away! When it comes to handsomeness, I think Xu Ke is the most handsome boy. Anchor, do you still remember that Xu Ke is very similar to a young guy here? Let me tell you, young Xu Ke now has many fans of his brothers and sisters. That little star hasn't been doing well in the past two years, and he's been catching on to Xu Ke's popularity. He recently took on a costume drama, imitating Xu Ke's youthful appearance.

Jiang Pengji held the bowl with both hands, blew on it, and then drank the bitter medicine in the bowl.

Changed to a more comfortable position.

[Anchor V]: Xiaoyu has a wife.

【豢阳面】: How about getting married? I said you guys are really naive and superficial. Young Feng Jin, Young Xu Ke and Uncle Qi Guan Rang, all three of them are humanities. They can't carry it on their shoulders or lift it in their hands... Without the IQ that I'm proud of, it feels like it's useless. If you ask me, Uncle Meng Hun is better, those muscles look greedy. Only when a man's organ is big and his life is good can the couple's life be harmonious.

Jiang Pengji glanced at the barrage and seemed to hear the sound of a train passing by - woo woo woo!

[Anchor V]: This one is worse than my wife.

Audience in the live broadcast room: "..."

Can we still chat happily while riding a horse?

[Old Driver Lian Meng]: Speaking of which, all the friends around the anchor are married, so why are you, the anchor, still single?

How could Jiang Pengji be someone who would admit defeat?

[Anchor V]: Oh, aren’t I here to accompany you?

Although she was recuperating from her injuries, Jiang Pengji didn't have much time to spare.

After teasing the audience, Jiang Pengji felt much better. She raised her hand and pulled the drawings on the low table over.

This is not the Kunyu map of Dongqing, but the topographic map of several nearby counties. The drawing is very crude and can barely be read.

At this time, Feng Jin entered the account.

"Huaiyu, how is the inventory of injuries outside?"

Jiang Pengji ate some candied fruit to suppress the bitterness in her mouth.

"The specific number is out, 19,812 people. The number of dead people cannot be counted, but it is roughly estimated to be 85,000."

Even Feng Jin couldn't help but sigh when he reported this amount.

Shangjing used to be so prosperous, with 120,000 people in one city, but an earthquake killed 70% of the population.

Jiang Pengji did the math and felt that the number was about the same.

Even after searching twice, there was no guarantee that there was not a single missing person. Jiang Pengji had set up porridge shacks and rescue camps in Shangjing, and there was no guarantee that no people would survive and flee elsewhere... This population number was not much different from what she expected.

"I'm going to take office in Xiangyang County in two days." Jiang Pengji said.

"So fast?" Feng Jin was startled, and then asked, "If so, how should the people outside be accommodated?"

Jiang Pengji smiled and said, "If the people are willing to follow, let them follow us. If you feel that it is difficult to leave your homeland, it would be the most benevolent thing for everyone to leave some food. Leave as soon as possible to avoid long nights and dreams. The imperial court is silent about this earthquake. How can the abandoned people endure this tone of silence and insist on moving the capital? I am afraid that the people will rise up and there will be countless mobs on the road..."

While the situation is not serious yet, let's go to office first.

With a stable place, Jiang Pengji can consider her next move.

Feng Jin suddenly showed a bitter expression and said, "It's not that I'm afraid... but that I've already given birth."

Jiang Pengji raised her eyebrows and said, "Are there really rioters?"

Dongqing is also a strange country. There have been constant natural disasters in recent years, but the people's tolerance is surprisingly high.

If it were Jiang Pengji's temperament, she would have revolted when the court was in trouble, how could she have tolerated it until now.

"There are two groups, one calls itself the Tsing Yi Army, and the other calls itself the Red Lotus Sect. The two groups rose up within two days of each other, with the slogans of 'Heaven is unkind and will eliminate tyranny' and 'Together we will create great harmony and plead for the people' The banner was so loud that Buqu sent a thousand shi of grain to Fengyi County, but was almost robbed by the Tsing Yi army. Even so, several Buqu were lost..."

As soon as Feng Jin finished speaking, Jiang Pengji looked solemn, and there was a slight cracking sound in the air.

He lowered his head and saw Jiang Pengji put one hand on the table and crushed the armrest into powder.

"Almost stole Buqu's food?" Jiang Pengji sneered, with strong murderous intent brewing in her eyes, "Since they are flying such a noble banner, do you know that all the food sent to Fengyi County is used to relieve the victims? Do you even want to rob this?"

Feng Jin looked at the powder on the ground and couldn't imagine how much effort Jiang Pengji had used.

However, this also means that this person has recovered from his injury, right?

There was a bit of sarcasm on Feng Jin's face, "What's the use of holding high the banner of righteousness? They are just a mob with no discipline. In the end, it's just louder thunder and softer rain, which can't stir up much trouble. …”

There seems to be nothing wrong with this, but the audience in the live broadcast room has a different view.

[Old driver Lian Meng]: Tsk, I think young Feng Jin has set up a big f1ag. Think about the Yellow Turban Army at the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty. Who took them seriously in the first place? Didn't it end up being such a big fuss that the government and the public were shaken?

[Pulse Zhao Zilong]: Feng Jin, a young man from a noble family, has a fixed impression of ordinary farmers. His judgment is correct. Not only him, but most people in this era think so. Tsk tsk, they still don’t understand the farmer uncle’s anger.

Jiang Pengji smiled and said nothing at Feng Jin's words. This time she occupied the audience's side of the live broadcast room.

"Tsing Yi Army, Red Lotus Sect... Tsk, God help me." Jiang Pengji's eyes flashed slightly and she said, "Huaiyu, don't you think that just being the magistrate of Xiangyang County is too inconsistent with my status?"

Feng Jin's heart skipped a beat, and she had a vague premonition.