"Master Chen."

A familiar voice came, and Zhao Bantou from the yamen rushed over with a group of yamen runners.

Chen Bafang was still wearing a water and fire robe, with an iron sword behind him, his sword eyebrows were bright and gentle as jade, as if he was a banished immortal from the sky, with fluttering clothes.

Several rascals in front of him were twisted hands and feet, and they were sitting on the ground with a dazed face, drooling, looking like they were being played with.

Zhao Banto looked at them with pity, thinking that these gangsters were really slapping lanterns in the cesspool, looking for death. No one dared to provoke them.

"Zhao Bantu, what happened to Liangzhou City?"

Chen Bafang looked puzzled. He had been staying in the Taoist temple for half a month. How could the originally prosperous and prosperous Liangzhou City be like this? There were disaster victims everywhere.

Within a radius of ten miles, the bark and grass roots were eaten up and hungry people were everywhere.

It's simply a purgatory on earth.

"Master Chen, you don't know that this year the locust plague is severe and nine out of ten rooms are empty. These victims escaped after they can't survive in their hometown."

It is difficult to leave the hometown, and unless you can't live, the people will not leave the land of their lives easily.

Looking at the vast disaster victims outside the city, Chen Bafang's eyes sank, "Why didn't the county government open a warehouse to provide relief?"

If so many disaster victims cannot eat enough, the consequences of the militia will be unimaginable, and the Dafeng court will not be able to let it go, so they will definitely need to provide relief to the disaster victims.

Upon hearing this, Zhao Bantou sighed heavily: "The county government's granary is almost out of surplus grain."

The rich and gentry in the city were almost hungry, so they could not care about the hungry people outside.

"Then the court did not transport grain to provide relief?"

"The court made some moves, but the distance cannot quench the near thirst. I don't know how many people will starve to death when the court's food is transported to it." Zhao Banting paused for a moment and continued, "The Taihe County next door transferred some food to respond to the emergency, but was robbed by Liangshanzhai halfway."

The news of the robbery of grain halfway through the road reached the county government, and the county magistrate almost had a heart attack.

These days, food is more expensive than gold. The sword of Liangshanzhai was equivalent to cutting it on the county magistrate's artery and causing a heavy blood flow.

"The grain shop in the city should still have rice, right?"

When talking about the grain shop Zhao Bantou, he was even more angry: "Master Chen, you don't know that those grain shops are not going to lose any penny. Taking advantage of this year's grain shortage, it will raise the price of grain to ten times that of previous years, and make a fortune. It is probably more difficult to get the grain shop to pay for the grain," he said.

"Who is responsible for the price increase of grain shops and grain?"

Zhao Bantou thought for a while and said, "It's Huang Si Master Huang from the Huang family."

Mr. Huang has more than a dozen grain shops under his command, which owns 50% of the grain in Liangzhou City. The local tyrants and gentry in the city are now pointing at the Huang family for dinner.

Moreover, Huang Siye pays a lot of money to respect the county magistrate every year, and he even bought him a house with countless wealthy slaves and beautiful maids.

He is soft-hearted in his hands and short-mouthed in his mouth.

The county magistrate naturally would not pay food to Mr. Huang Si.

Chen Bafang nodded. The famine in Liangzhou is both a natural disaster and a man-made disaster. If the county magistrate Lu Hao had not done anything, the situation would have been much better than it is now.

It is also very simple to solve the problems facing Liangzhou, just let the people have enough food.

It's simple to say, but food cannot be transformed out of thin air.

Even Master Chen can't do it... right?

"Where is Miss Yan?"

Chen Bafang didn't see Yan Xiaorou's figure and asked strangely.

"Recently, a demon has taken advantage of the famine to make trouble everywhere, and Miss Yan has gone to handle the case."

...

Several hungry people who escaped set up a large pot in front of them, threw a few barks and a handful of grass roots into the pot, and broke a branch to slowly stir it.

Soon, bubbles emerged from the iron pot, bubbling.

The hungry people who hadn't eaten for several days couldn't wait to scoop a bowl of bark and grass root soup with a broken bowl. After drinking tons of tons of food, they barely filled them with water.

Then he used the branches to pick up a piece of bark from the iron pot and chewed it.

The dry and tasteless bark is chewed in the mouth but it looks like delicious beef jerky, with relish.

Some barks are poisonous and cannot be eaten directly. They need to be cooked before they can be eaten.

Although it doesn't taste very good, it's good to fill your stomach.

However, there are too many victims outside Liangzhou County. If you continue like this for a few days, you will probably have no food for the bark and grass roots.

When winter comes, everything witheres, and I don’t know how many people will starve to death.

It's a sin.

Zhang Ergou wiped his mouth and gritted his teeth and said, "It's all the dog officials who are heartless. Knowing that the locust plague this year is severe and the particles are not harvested, they still force us to pay taxes and food. Isn't this pushing us to death?"

The corrupt official in Dafeng just dug out his heart and threw it to the dog for food, but the dog didn't even eat it.

It feels dirty.

"If I had a knife in my hand, I would have slaughtered these corrupt officials."

Zhang Ergou's eyes showed a strong hatred. If it weren't for the inaction of the imperial court, how could he have been forced to this extent?

These dog officials are not willing to die.

The hungry man next to him rubbed his stomach and lay on the ground: "We are afraid we can't even get through this winter, so how can we beat the dog official? Let's take a shower and go to bed."

"Afo, several donors and monks are polite."

At this moment, a young monk wearing a yellow monk's robe, with red lips and white teeth, and a handsome and almost weird appearance, walked over with a copper bowl.

"My monk, are you here to beg for alms? We are all hungry and look like we are so evil. How can we have extra food for you? Let's go quickly." The hungry people waved their hands weakly and drove away.

"The donor misunderstood. I didn't come to beg for alms."

The monk had a compassionate and calm tone: "I am a disciple of the White Lotus Sect Hutu Living Buddha, Big Belly Maitreya, who came to save all sentient beings under the order of the Living Buddha."

As he said that, a scent of rice came to his face.

I saw that the empty copper bowl in the monk's hand was filled with fragrant white rice at some point.

Zhang Ergou and the others stared at the white rice in the copper bowl and kept swallowing their saliva.

"Don't be polite to all donors, please use it."

Three or four victims could no longer bear it and directly grabbed the rice with their hands and started to swallow it.

Strangely, the white rice in the copper bowl seemed to be transformed out of thin air and could not be finished.

Zhang Ergou stopped until he couldn't eat and patted his bulging belly.

"Ouch, my stomach hurts so much."

At this moment, a victim suddenly rolled on the ground with his stomach covering his stomach, sweating profusely.

"What's wrong, this monk is not at ease with kindness!"

"What kind of magic do you use, monk?"

I saw the bloated ghost with a ferocious face, one face turned blue, and a layer of white hair grew under the skin. The seven orifices were bleeding, like a fierce ghost zombie, which was extremely terrifying.

Zhang Ergou noticed something was wrong and wanted to squeeze the white rice he had just eaten.

But I can't spit it out anyway.

roar!

The bloated ghost let out a roar that was not like a human, and rushed towards his companion next to him with a ferocious face, biting wildly.

For a moment, blood splattered everywhere, and the scene was extremely terrifying.

"A bold monster, dare to use magic to harm people!"

Suddenly, a black knife slashed from behind the demon monk.

The demon monk seemed to have a sense of emotion and dodged the black sword of the Qingyiwei.

A choke.

The black knife slashed the copper bowl on the bronze bowl and slashed out the copper bowl from the demon monk's hand and flew away.

The copper bowl fell to the ground, but a large worm several meters long with fingers crawled out.

Just now, what Zhang Ergou ate was not white rice at all, but black and filthy insects.

There are three poisons of greed, anger, and ignorance in Buddhism.

The black and filthy insects can arouse endless greed and parasitize in the human body, causing people to eat everything they see into their stomachs until their bodies burst and die.

"Forty-seventh place in the black list of the rivers and lakes, the demon monk Hua of the White Lotus Sect is eternal regret."

Yan Xiaorou looked at the handsome and weird monk in front of her and her expression became solemn.
Chapter completed!