have been giving porridge to the city gate for five or six days, and the hunger of the victims has been relieved to a great extent.
However, as time went by, more and more victims arrived in Lin'an Prefecture, and the conflicts between the several parties became more obvious.
Some people have crossed thousands of mountains and rivers to stick to their true intentions, while some people have their hands stained with blood. Even if they can eat rice porridge one day, they will not be the same as before.
The nature has been changed, and the bad roots are difficult to eradicate.
Shenjia Village, where people break into every two days, is an example.
They are no longer disaster victims.
But the mob.
"Today's situation is impossible for Zhou Lesong to control even if he wants to."
Shen Xingluo said clearly, "He is the one who controls the situation, but he doesn't know that there are people outside." Zhou Xiang
wanted to use the hands of the mob to bring down the fifth prince and Mr. Jiang. , but he underestimated his opponent.
In the previous life, Mr. Jiang and his entourage died under Zhuang Kun's knife, and the mob went rampant. Zhou Lesong accused the fifth prince of colluding with the mob in an attempt to rebel, but in the end they were no match for his thousands of troops.
All conspiracies and tricks are nothing in the face of strong strength.
Cheng Xi had an intuition that the "someone outside the world" he was referring to was not him, and after thinking about it for a moment, he became curious.
"What kind of person is that fifth prince?"
"Decisive in killing, knowing people well."
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Good guy, he has all the advantages of a leader.
In fact, just looking at Song Zhi's change as a school captain, it can be seen that anyone who can make him willing to serve must have great wisdom.
"Captain Song has been coming frequently in the past few days. Is there any new news?"
"Yesterday, the mob captured Qingshan Village. It occupied the king's territory and had 20,000 troops."
"I remember that Lin'an City only had 5,000 defenders . ?"
"That's right."
"The prefect is not afraid of playing with fire and burning yourself?"
Cheng Xi sighed at his courage. If these mobs rushed in, the walls of Lin'an Prefecture would not be able to stop them.
Shen Xingluo gently rubbed the outer edge of the tea cup with his left hand, "Lin'an City is only fifty miles away from the Huaishan Camp where the fifth prince is, not to mention Song Zhi is still here." Although there were not many people under Song Zhi's command, they were all brave and good at fighting, and they were all elite soldiers.
If something goes wrong, the troops from the Huaishan camp can arrive quickly.
And Zhou Lesong also understood this and kept acting like a monster.
Cheng Xi also understood the magistrate's calculation - he wanted to frame the fifth prince.
Literary people, most of the time rely on their sharp tongue.
She glanced at the man next to her who was calmly drinking water, and finally silently lit a piece of wax for the Zhou family.
***
At the end of February, the temperature has already risen to above zero, and only in the coldest hours in the early morning does it drop below zero.
The snow on the road has almost melted, and Shennong Mountain has also changed from white to earthy yellow.
Spring is coming.
Everything in Shenjia Village is on the right track, and Cheng Xi's life has become much richer. He often goes to the mountains without bringing him back for a whole day.
Deep in Shennong Mountain, the further you go to the top of the mountain, the more snow there is on the ground, making it squeak when you step on it.
Cheng Xi looked at the dead grass on the ground and sighed.
"Aren't I asking for trouble for myself? Why is it so difficult to find plants in the middle of winter?"
But I'm getting tired of staying at home, so I might as well enrich the species in the space.
If you are lucky enough to find rare medicinal plants, you can upgrade them.
"Huh?"
Cheng Xi kicked a pile of snow at his feet, and there was a completely different color under the white.
She knelt down and touched the upper layer of snow with her hands, and a fiery red came into view.
It's a maple leaf.
Well-preserved fiery red maple leaves.
Perhaps because of the sudden heavy snowfall a year ago, these maple leaves that had just fallen to the ground were buried underneath. After that, the snow became thicker and thicker, forming an insulation layer.