"Please go back, please.
There is no need to mention the temporary settlement of the victims in the north of Jingzhou."
Liu Biao waved his hands and retreated angrily.
When Xun Yue, Han Song, and Qin Yu saw this, they knew that it would be useless to talk any more, so they also retreated to the inn.
Naturally, along the way, Xun Yue and Han Song looked at Qin Yu with strange eyes.
It seemed that the Qin Yu they had known before was not as good as the person in front of them.
Qin Yu, however, was thinking about the task assigned to him by Ma Chao, so he didn't notice anything strange about the two of them.
It wasn't until he returned to the inn room that Qin Yu closed the door and said to the air: "Come out."
As soon as he finished speaking, Qin Yu saw a dark shadow floating silently under the beams of the room.
After the black figure stood still, he cupped his fists at Qin Yu and said, "Mu Yuanfeng meets the sect master."
"You are now very good at sneaking and hiding."
Qin Yu praised Mu Yuanfeng, then waved his hand and said, "Don't call me sect master anymore.
Once you join the Ma family, you will be treated as an official of the Ma family." .
Ma Chao is a man of great talent and strategy.
Although he is not necessarily afraid of his subordinates forming factions, he will always be concerned about it.
Today, he is no longer the person who asked for help from our gods. " "I obey."
After hearing Qin Yu's words, Mu Yuanfeng nodded to indicate that he had written it down: After all, they are from the same family, and Mu Yuanfeng is very clear about the intelligence of this sect leader.
Qin Yu didn't speak much from then on.
He just took paper and pen and wrote a few sentences.
After drying the ink, he handed it to Mu Yuanfeng and said, "You know the importance of this letter.
Use the shadow channel to write it.
Delivered directly to the Lord in no time.”
"I understand."
Mu Yuanfeng folded the letter carefully, put it into his arms and disappeared.
Seven days later, this letter was placed on Ma Chao's desk.
After Ma Chao read the content, his expression was neither sad nor happy.
He just picked up another letter and said to Mu Yuanfeng: "You know the importance of this letter, so send it to Qin Yu as soon as possible.
He will treat If you are interested in the content above, you will understand what I mean.”
"I obey," Mu Yuanfeng smiled bitterly in his heart, feeling deeply sad that he had been reduced to the role of an errand boy.
However, just as he was about to leave, he heard Ma Chao say another sentence: "Be careful on the road, thank you for your hard work."
Mu Yuanfeng paused, then saluted Ma Chao before striding away.
"My husband has just recovered from his illness, so please don't overwork yourself."
Diao Chan only met Mu Yuanfeng once, and then came in and saw Ma Chao's tired state, pinching his temples tightly, and couldn't help but comforted him.
But as soon as he finished speaking, before Ma Chao could reply, Pang De strode in, clasped his fists and reported to Ma Chao: "Lord, the victims of the disaster have gathered outside the city.
I don't know."
"Let me give them a ride."
Ma Chao stood up slumped, passed by Diao Chan, and said softly: "Millions of disaster victims have migrated thousands of miles to Yongzhou.
Such a massive thing may not have happened in a hundred years.
The whole Ma family will not be able to survive.
It’s better to walk on thin ice and think so carefully, how can I stay out of it?”
When Diao Chan heard this, her expression darkened.
But looking at Ma Chao's tired back, she smiled and quickly followed Ma Chao: "Husband and wife are one, you and I will get through this difficult time together."
Ma Chao looked back at Diao Chan's firm gaze and couldn't help but smile.
Speechless, but hand in hand with Diao Chan walking out of the chancery.
However, the warm feeling between the two of them was extinguished by the dark wave of victims outside the city just after burning a stick of incense.
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For this reason, Ma Chao gave up his plan to bid farewell to these victims loudly: This time, the Ma family sent out all the officials in the group, hundreds of people among the hundreds of thousands of victims in Chang'an.
After they were dispersed, they were like water dripping into the boundless In the ocean, there is almost no shadow at all.
No matter how dazzling Ma Chao is and how loud his voice is, facing hundreds of thousands of victims, his voice can't reach a mile at all: the sad feeling of saying goodbye to the victims can only be left in the eyes of compassion once The last tribute.
This time, all the officials were dispatched to cooperate with Zhong Yao's officials to distribute five days' rations to the victims.
At the same time, all the Ma Jiajun soldiers sharpened their swords and guns: this is the most dangerous moment.
It is hard to leave one's homeland, especially the geographical plot of the ancients, which is even more difficult to estimate.
Even though Ma Chao has repeatedly promised that this is just a temporary separation, the Ma family has gone through all the trouble to bring these victims together, not hoping that they will rebel against the Ma family at the last moment.
Fortunately, the simple Li Shu were not as angry as Ma Chao expected.
With the support of the Ma Jiajun, they showed excellent discipline.
When the Ma Jiajun on guard outside beat the big drum, the Ma Jiajun officials came on stage shouting solemn slogans. .
Countless victims were carrying the bad pancakes that the Ma family had just distributed to them, looking at the person who could give them the last hope of survival with a look of prayer and hope.
Ma Jiajun in twos and threes, symbolically holding water and fire sticks, cleared some small open spaces for officials to announce the decree and arrangements for the migration.
Fortunately, the Ma family has done a relatively adequate job in the preliminary work this time.
During the lecture, there was no sign of deterioration among the flood of victims.
When the officials of the Ma family explained all the laws clearly at the top of their lungs, hundreds of thousands of victims showed their obedience in silence.
Until this moment, Ma Chao's heart suddenly settled in mid-air: Such an effect is inseparable from Zhong Yao's excellent administrative ability.
He found that all the victims were actually gathered automatically by regional clans.
They seemed chaotic, but in fact they were very exclusive.
Most of the people who control the victims are the elders or the upright ones in the clan.
Therefore, before the gathering, Ma Chao ordered the Ma Jiajun and officials to try their best to establish a good relationship with the clan elders and Li Zheng, and support the clan elders and Li Zheng in freely managing their victims, while the Ma Jiajun only played the role of safeguarding justice.
For this same migration, Ma Chao still relied on those clan elders and Li Zheng.
After the officials announced the laws and orders, the clan elders and Li Zheng stood up one after another, knelt down in public to accept the temporary appointment of the Ma family, and then directed the clan's young men to help the old and the young, according to the Ma family's cavalry rules.
According to the instructions, head towards Yongzhou.
The organizing work in the Sili area lasted for three days and three nights.
During these three days and three nights, Ma Chao never closed his eyes once, watching helplessly as the vast waves of victims were neatly arranged in countless echelons according to clan areas, and left the Chang'an wilderness one after another.
In this event, there was not a single riot or riot, but only the numbness and helplessness of the victims, and the cloudy eyes of the victims who did not know what the future would bring.
Countless livestock were driven by civilians, and countless victims dragged simple wheelbarrows loaded with food and various broken wooden boards on the official road of Chang'an.
Starting from Chang'an to Hangu Pass, the remaining large families in all counties and counties within the Ma family's control area were ordered to build porridge sheds, prepare well water, and provide resettlement assistance within their capabilities.
When the last wave of victims disappeared from Ma Chao's eyes, Ma Chao couldn't help but burst into tears.
He tightly held Diao Chan's hand, which had always been by his side, and choked with sobs as he asked, "Am I right or wrong to do this?"
Along the way, Diao Chan witnessed the tragic scenes of many victims lying on the roadside, and also saw those victims continuing to move forward on the road of survival paved with the same kind of bones.
And those people who died silently, in order to prevent them from becoming the source of the plague, had to be burned and buried by the Ma Jiajun, erasing all traces of their survival in this troubled world.
"Husband, Chan'er doesn't know whether you did the right thing or not.
But Chan'er knows that you at least saved the lives of millions of people."
Diao Chan kissed Ma Chao passionately, and finally said: "You are not a god, you have tried your best. " "Yes, I have tried my best," Ma Chao suddenly said to himself silently.
Then he began to walk back step by step, stepping on charred, lifeless land. s: Thank you Shitou for that last gentle knife, and thank you to my lover in Shenzhen and Hong Kong for 250.
Fortunately, Yinqiu finally finished coding at 11:58.
Well, it might be after 12 o'clock after the delay, but Yinqiu did not break his promise.
Also, this is the end of the description of the disaster.
Writing this, Yinqiu is quite tangled.
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