"This is impossible...How could the court do such a thing as digging a grave?"

It was bright and the rain had stopped.

Yang Mo sat in the dilapidated temple and chatted with Zhang Chuizi and others all night.

The content of the chat is also very simple: where comes from, what the disaster situation is, what they have seen along the way, and why they hate the government so much that they would rather go to Zhang Jiao to rebel than to seek relief from the government.

Zhang Crook didn't say much, but his subordinates talked a lot.

There was someone in the middle who fainted from hunger because of being overly excited.

To sum up, the answer is: Guanzhong has a severe drought. They came from Guanzhong. The disaster was very serious and many people starved to death. Along the way, they encountered many refugees like them.

The reason why they hate the government is that when they go to any city, they will be driven away by the government. They dare to enter the country and kill them.

Along the way, many times people starve to death are not as many as those who are driven away by the officers and soldiers.

Yang Mo couldn't understand after hearing this.

Because this is illogical.

First of all, the general environment of the Northern Sui Dynasty was: because of the years of war, the population had sharp declines, and the court tried to increase the population.

Once a famine occurs in a certain place, even if the imperial court is defeated, it will not say that it will not rescue the disaster, but will drive away the victims.

Due to famine, refugees become bandits, causing turmoil in the country are everywhere in history books.

Furthermore, population is always the foundation of a country, and it is a strategic resource in feudal dynasties. How could the court and government let them die on their own?

Therefore, when he heard this group of people say that all the cities along the way drove them away, Yang Mo immediately thought of the impossible.

It is absolutely impossible, there must be some misunderstandings in the middle.

He even asked Chai Maoquan, who had been depressed since he knew his identity, and said, "General Chai, is this reasonable?"

Chai Maoquan was scared by Yang Mo and shook his head timidly: "Unreasonable, unreasonable."

But when Zhang Crooker snorted coldly and ordered his subordinates to carry someone up, Yang Mo was silent.

The man was seriously injured and an arrow was inserted on his shoulder.

After reading it, Chai Maoquan confirmed that it was a standard feather arrow used by the officers and soldiers, and he did not dare to speak.

"Master Yang, you know now, why are we going to Jeju!"

Zhang Crooker was extremely angry: "My family was shot to death by officers and soldiers with such arrows!"

When talking about this topic, the refugees next to them also lowered their heads. Obviously, some of their relatives died under the officers and soldiers.

The bloody reality left Yang Mo speechless, and he couldn't understand the actions of the governments in various places.

Why is this happening?

Why did officials in this era treat the people like this?

This is like this in one city, this is like this in two cities, and all the cities that Zhang Chuizi and others passed by are like this.

Yang Mo couldn't figure it out. He couldn't figure it out whether it was using the knowledge of governing the country he had learned in his previous life or relying on logical analysis.

Because this matter is not logical from beginning to end.

He didn't say a word, and no one around him disturbed him.

Even Chai Maoquan looked carefully, fearing that the eldest son-in-law of the Li family would do something unexpected.

At this time, Chai Maoquan had only one idea. After he went back, he fucked the guy who told him that Yang Mo was a waste snack to death.

He only knows how to weave straw sandals, has no ambitions, is as timid as a mouse, no one in the Duke's mansion looks down on him, and even Madam Li doesn't give him a good look.

A guy who ran from Chang'an to Taiyuan with Lai Junchen's head, and a guy who was chatting and laughing among the bandits, with ease and aura that kept pressing against the boss on the other side, and killed people with one disagreement.

A guy who dares to put his life here without any fear.

What can be fucking trash?

I had previously advised Miss Li that the Li family was a general, and everyone hoped that my son-in-law could come to the army to work.

He secretly discussed with other guests from the Chai family how Yang Mo should deal with him when he arrived at the military camp, so that the son-in-law could know how high the sky was and how thick the earth was.

After meeting Yang Mo today, Chai Maoquan was very glad that Miss Li did not agree and just said that she was considering it.

If I had agreed and my mother came, I was afraid that the Chai family's guests would have to be sent to heaven by him and his daggers in less than three days.

In Chai Maoquan's eyes, if Yang Mo was in the army, he could achieve a higher position than him with just his contribution.

Not to mention that he is still Mrs. Li's fiancé now. If he makes him unhappy and gives him a knife, no one will care.

Compared to Chai Maoquan, who was full of random thoughts and on the surface, Yang Mo became much more natural - he didn't care about General Chai's changes at all.

Yang Mo walked silently to the man who was unconscious from the arrow and signaled to others to give in.

The refugees looked at Zhang Crook, saw him nodding slightly, and all retreated aside.

"Chai Maoquan, boil some hot water and bring the remaining wine..."

If you can’t figure it out in your heart, Yang Mo doesn’t like to talk much.

He took out his dagger and baked it on the fire next to him.

The person who was shot in front of him was very hard, and he did not die in this case.

I touched his forehead, which was very hot, and made people prepare a wet cloth to cool down physically.

Although he was not a doctor in his previous life, his medical conditions in the Gulf of Aden were very poor. He learned a lot from a little pirate to a position of overlords.

For example, battlefield first aid, bone splints, and even simple in vivo surgery.

Seeing Yang Mo skillfully deal with the arrow wounds on the coma man's body with his own eyes, Chai Maoquan next to him was even more surprised by him.

This son-in-law is so mysterious that he can even handle such a complex arrow wound so perfectly and powerfully, but he is even more powerful than the military doctors in their army.

Yang Mo was thinking about the officers and soldiers driving away the refugees, but he did not continue to understand the desire.

After dealing with the refugee's arrow wound, Zhang Chuizi and others' eyes changed a little.

"Are there any patients here?"

Yang Mo's voice was very dull, which was his habit. When he couldn't figure it out, he always liked to find something to do.

“Yes, yes!”

Zhang Crook nodded quickly and said to his subordinates: "Hurry, let them come!"

Not long after, his subordinates came over with some injured refugees.

These people traveled through mountains and rivers, thirsty and hungry on the road, and fell from the slopes and were injured when they encountered ferocious beasts.

There was even a wild boar pushing it to the thigh, but fortunately it was not injured.

"I can treat those who suffer from bruises and injuries, but I can't treat those who suffer from diarrhea."

After having something to do, Yang Mo didn't think about the government's persecution of refugees. While instructing Chai Maoquan to lead people to cut down trees and make plywood, he also stripped Chai Maoquan's silk underwear and cooked it in a large pot to make bandages.

In a whole day, he helped hundreds of refugees to deal with their injuries.

The more he learned, the more he had, Yang Mo's heart gradually changed from doubt to hatred for the government that the refugees encountered along the way.

Among these more than 100 people, more than 30 were injured by arrows or even knife wounds.

Some wounds have become suppurated and the arms must be cut off to survive.

I'm just suffocating now, and I'm completely suffering.

But with the current medical level, Yang Mo was completely helpless and could only treat their wounds simply, and then watched them wail and slowly lost their vitality.

What made him even more powerless was that nearly half of these more than 3,000 refugees were sick, with diarrhea at milder levels and coughing up blood at worst.

There was a major epidemic after the disaster. In ancient times, this was considered a famous saying.

In addition, they don’t even have food and drink water.

The more you learn more about it, the calmer Yang Mo's face turned.

So much so that Chai Mao, who had been following him, did not dare to neglect at all, so that he would never chop firewood when cutting trees, and boiled water without cutting trees. He asked him to take off his silk clothes. As soon as Yang Mo ordered, he pulled out his clothes without taking off his armor.

Following Yang Mo to meet him to deal with these wounded people, Chai Mao's heart changed from initial fear to admiration.

Especially when Yang Mo didn't care that the wounds of the patients were rotten and smelly, he personally shaved off with a dagger. The wail of the refugees was heartbreaking, but his face did not change, and even his hand holding the dagger did not tremble at all.

Yang Mo's image magnified infinitely in his heart, and finally he admired it with a little admiration.

He was busy until the afternoon, and there were still dozens of refugees queuing up. Yang Mo was so tired that he was out of control and his head was a little dizzy.

But he still gritted his teeth and persevered.

The refugees around him couldn't bear it when they saw it. They wanted to speak many times, but were scared by Yang Mo's sharp eyes.

It was dark and the dilapidated temple was silent. The refugees who were treated gritted their teeth and endured the pain, and the sweat as big as beans flowed down.

Chai Maoquan took the initiative to pick up a bowl of hot water: "Yang...Son-in-law... Let's drink some water."

He also knew that with Li Xiuning's personality, once he saw what Zhao Mo brought back, he would definitely know that he had wrongly blamed Yang Mo. Don't say that Yang Mo wanted food, even if he wanted stars, Li Xiuning would pick it for him.

The merits and demerits are clear, and the grace of a drop of water can be repaid with a spring of water.
To be continued...