The governor of a state, the chief official of a border, and the parents of hundreds of millions of people were sobbing and bowing in front of everyone.

This scene is undoubtedly extremely impactful to the people inside and outside Qingzhou City.

It was evening and the wind was high.

As the sound drifted, there was silence inside and outside Qingzhou City.

For a moment, even the riots were silenced, looking at the old man in front of the carriage, in awe, grievances, and tears.

"Nie Wendong..."

Hearing this sound, Yang Yu's movements slowed down and his expression was in amazement.

Nie Wendong's reputation is still good in Qingzhou, but as far as he has seen and heard along the way, Yang Yu really cannot regard him as a parent official who cares about the people.

But now this scene...

"Amitabha."

Abstinence and clasped his hands together and recited a long Buddhist name, which was also a little surprised:

"There is no mistake in front of the parents' city of Yizhou. The little monk seems to have never heard of it. This Lord Nie is really..."

Avoiding sex is a little moved.

No one can tell anything wrong in this situation, but he always feels a little strange in his heart.

How could a good official who is loyal to his duties and parents behave before he can make moves when the refugees come to Qingzhou?

"He, he..."

On the city tower, the generals of the Qingzhou Army changed their expressions several times, and they seemed to have never expected such a situation.

"What does he want to do..."

Yuan Jingying murmured to herself.

Looking at the old man who sincerely admits his mistakes, as if he is in love with the people, he feels cold on his back and numb on his scalp.

What's going on with this old guy?

But the next moment, he knew.

"Wendong knows the pain of all the fellow villagers. Although the court has not allowed it yet, Wendong is still determined to open the warehouse and release grain! If the superiors are held accountable, I, Nie Wendong, will take it with all my strength!"

Nie Wendong said, bowing long:

"You must have something to live in and eat in this way, so that you can forgive me for your guilt and blame!"

“…”

The sound echoed outside the city, responding to the silence.

Yu Yang's eyelids twitched, and he looked back at the quit. The latter frowned and whispered:

"This person has a traitor in his heart!"

A great treacherous like loyalty!

Just now, Yang Yu was a little shaken, suspecting that he had misunderstood the state governor before. Perhaps he was just incompetent and not a traitor.

But as he spoke for the second time, he suddenly felt a sneer in his heart.

Opening warehouses and releasing grain to help disaster victims has been done by people throughout the dynasties. Even if they are not allowed, it is mostly a merit. How can there be a lot of death?

What's more, this old guy has a loud voice and is more emotional.

It's clearly practiced...

"Master Qingtian!"

With Nie Wendong's long bow and the sound of admitting his mistakes with sad and guilt, a cry sounded from the vast team of refugees.

"Sir, save us..."

A cry sounded, as if it was contagious. Many of the refugees who had died of relatives and friends could not recognize the tears and sobbing.

After arriving, there seemed to be thousands of people howling.

The momentum was so great that the soldiers at the head of Qingzhou City couldn't help but rub their eyes, and their hands holding the weapons were a little wet.

"grown ups…"

Behind the carriage, Yu Wanghai stood with his hands down. Seeing this scene, he couldn't help but feel touched:

"Is this the prestige of the Ming Dynasty?"

"grown ups…"

Amid the howling sounds all over the sky, the old servant standing next to the carriage with his hands down frowned slightly and looked at the carriage.

In the carriage, an old man with a white robe like an old farmer, holding his granddaughter's hand and looking at the sirens who were crying everywhere.

One bow and two words caused thousands of people to cry. Is this Nie Wendong's prestige so grand and his methods so high?

no.

Through this scene, he saw something deeper.

From Qin to Ming Dynasty, dynasties changed for three thousand years, the territory of the Ming Dynasty was not the most vast, and its civil and military achievements were far from the best, but its prestige among the people was incomparable solemn.

In a trance, he seemed to see the beginning of the founding of the country.

It was also in this Qingzhou City that there was a small civilian who had a great edict on his head and went to Kyoto for twelve years.

It overthrew the entire Qingzhou officialdom in one fell swoop, causing the blood of the gentry to dye the Qingzhou moat red.

This incident once caused a sensation in the world and made the people of Qingzhou accept it. The Qingzhou soldiers were also born at that time.

Until now, four hundred years later, they are powerful soldiers in the world.

Once upon a time, this was a good story of the king treating the people with sincerity and repaying the people with loyalty.

pity……

"Taizu..."

Xu Wenji sighed a long time, and his heart felt sour.

Nie Wendong, Nie Wendong.

Do you know that what you trampled on is not only the law and the hearts of the people, but also the last trust of the people in the court!

"grandfather……"

Listening to the cries one after another, the little girl shrank in fear.

"grown ups?"

The old servant frowned slightly.

"I'm sorry, Brother Huang, accompany me to walk around this dragon and tiger den!"

Xu Wenji smiled slightly.

Huang Sixiang smiled and bowed slightly:

"So what I want!"

Xu Wenji nodded slightly, and the old servant walked forward slowly. He whispered:

"Sir, that little guy seems to have noticed us."

Xu Wenji looked sideways, and a young man carrying a sword with a knife and a big bow was frowning at himself, and he couldn't help but nod and smile.

"That old man..."

The frown brows soothed, and Yang Yu's heart moved slightly, and he could guess the identity of the old man.

Yes.

Only this old man has the ability and courage to gather refugees.

Gululu~

The carriage passed by, and the refugees retreated with awe and gratitude.

"Um?"

On the top of the city wall, Yuan Jingying and others were all in their hearts.

As the carriage ran out of the crowd, an indescribable aura instantly made them nervous.

“That’s…”

Nie Wendong's pupils shrank, and a clear smile appeared in his heart:

"It's you!"

After receiving the news that a large number of refugees came to Qingzhou, the first thing he thought of was his late-achieving classmate.

No one except him has such great courage.

Such ability.
To be continued...