Chapter 472 Leaflet
After the rain, the wet streets were crowded with people, and the crowds wearing masks were marching towards the south gate of Taiyuan Fucheng.
Their expressions were sad and indignant. Dozens of leaders formed groups of four, and each group carried a coffin on their shoulders.
The high-rise windows of the houses along the street opened one by one, and the residents poked their heads out, looking down curiously. A child asked in a low voice what these people were doing, and was pulled back by his parents covering their eyes.
Seeing that the crowd coming straight was getting closer and closer, the soldiers who stayed at the city gate stood up one after another, with astonished expressions. Subconsciously clenched the handle of the long knife.
Tap, tap, tap.
The hooves of the horse came from far to near, and Sun Eryi, who was rushing over with his men, reined in the reins, stopped in front of the city gate, and shouted angrily at the leader of the coffin-carrying team: "Wu Liang, are you looking for death?"
The man who was scolded was named Wu Liang. He was the foreman of the warehouse in the city. He had always been very honest. Sun Er knew him, so he was shocked by his behavior.
Even in peacetime, gathering thousands of people privately is a felony for disrupting order.
What's more, it is still during the plague period, so many people are carrying more than a dozen coffins and rushing to the city gate, the meaning behind it is self-evident.
"Sun Butou,"
Wu Liang raised his head and said in a hoarse voice, "Don't you just want to die if you stay in the city?"
"What nonsense are you talking about?"
Sun Er didn't answer, jumped off the horse, held the handle of the knife, went straight to the crowd, and shouted: "Hurry up and put down the coffin!"
The crowd didn't move, and the faces under the masks just looked at Sun Er indifferently and numbly.
Sun Er only felt his hair stand on end for a while, but he still bit the bullet and said loudly: "Think about it, how much has the Yamen done for the people in the city during this period? How much money did it cost?
You need to know that in the previous dynasty, the plague, which was far less harmful than the plague, could make ten rooms empty, ten rooms seven empty, and every family cried bitterly. There are more dead than living.
Now if the big guys want to survive, the best way is to listen to the arrangement of the court and the arrangement of the Academy."
"We listened, then what?"
Wu Liang asked the young man on the side to take the place and carried the coffin, while he turned to Sun Er, and said in grief and indignation: "It's said in the leaflet that on the first day of the city's closure, there were only dozens or hundreds of cases in the city, and they were all concentrated near the station. .
What did you say at the time? If all goes well, the closure of the city will be over in about half a month.
And now? There was plague in every square and city, and no relatives or friends died in any household.
My wife was taken to quarantine. When she left, I asked me to take care of the three children in the family. She will come back soon. Trust the Yamen and the Academy.
Five days later, I only received one urn, and I didn't even know if it was her or not. "
Wu Liang burst into tears, and said to Sun Er angrily: "My two children also died of illness, and their ashes are placed in the coffin.
Only me and my youngest son are left at home.
Is the closure of the city useful? is that useful?
It’s not about shutting down thousands of patients among millions of people,
Instead, millions of people are locked together with thousands of patients!
Why didn't the leaflet say that only the station was closed? "
"What do you know?!"
The grievances suffered for many days were also ignited at this moment. Sun Er said loudly: "When the city was closed that day, the plague in the city had already spread. The consequence of only closing the airport station is that the plague is rampant! Dead zone!"
"what about now?"
Wu Liang said sadly: "The leaflet said that the Yamen can set up a quarantine area, and let those who want to leave the city stay in different wards in the quarantine area and observe them for 15 days. This is to eliminate the plague.
Let those who want to go out of the city go out and join their relatives and friends, instead of being trapped in the city, there is a risk of getting sick and dying at any time. "
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Sun Er's words faltered, and he still said: "Things are not as simple as you think. Isolation and observation cannot completely rule out the risk of illness. If one person is released, the risk will increase in other places.
Finally, do you really think the flyer is for your own good?
Think about it, this kind of flyer with unknown origin and cannot be banned is clearly using you as consumables and tools! "
At the end of the sentence, Sun Er's tone was filled with pleading, "Wu Liang, I know your mother-in-law, your two children died, and you are in great pain. But this is not the solution to the problem.
Go home, for your own good, and for the good of your youngest son. "
"Sun Erlang, I almost have no home."
Wu Liang smiled miserably, "I beg you, open the city gate. I can die, but my youngest son is only two years old, and he doesn't know anything yet."
"Whoever lets open the city gate is disregarding the overall situation, and whoever is the sinner of Taiyuan Mansion and Quanyu State!"
A majestic voice sounded from the other side of the street, and a paunchy and armored sergeant came riding on horseback, with a whip in his hand.
Sun Er thought something bad in his heart, hurried forward to meet him, and said in a low voice: "Captain, these people have been bewitched by leaflets, it's the time when the crowd is excited, it's better to block it."
"Get out of the way."
The captain pushed Sun Er away impatiently, came straight to Wu Liang, held up a whip, and said arrogantly: "You are blocking the gate of the city, violating Li Guan's order, and disregarding the safety of Taiyuan Mansion. Is there still Yu State here?
Put down the coffins! "
Wu Liang and the others remained silent.
"Don't let go, right?"
The captain sneered, his expression suddenly changed, and he said to the dozens of soldiers behind him: "Smash me!"
"Captain not allowed!"
Sun Er's heart trembled, and he stood in front of Wu Liang, but was pushed away by the soldiers.
The soldiers grabbed the coffin, threw it on the ground, and smashed the coffin board with their blades.
The surrounding people stretched out their hands to stop them, but they were hit by the soldiers with the backs of their swords instead. The scene was in chaos in an instant.
It's strange to say that the dozens of soldiers under the captain are all sergeants in Zhechong's mansion. They are much stronger than ordinary people, and they are also wearing armor.
However, in the chaotic scene, he was hit by a fist and kick that came from nowhere. His hands and feet were paralyzed and he couldn't draw out the weapon, and he was immediately submerged in the crowd.
There are monks!
Sun Er's mind was ringing alarm bells. Among the coffin-carrying commoners, there were monks mixed in.
He wanted to shout, but his voice couldn't be heard clearly in the noisy environment, and he couldn't squeeze out the crowd at all.
The dozen or so soldiers guarding the city gate didn't know what was going on, so they also abandoned the city gate, took sticks and rushed to rescue their comrades.
Seeing that the city gate was unguarded, several young people exchanged glances, and then rushed straight to the city gate with the coffin on their shoulders.
Boom!
Accompanied by a dull sound, the thick city gate with the bolts was smashed open by the coffin.
"The city gate is open, run!"
I don't know who yelled, and the people who were still beating the captain immediately rushed to the gap in the city gate shouting, and it was about to cause disaster.
until
嗡—
The invisible thought power spread, and everyone on the street, whether it was the captain with a bruised nose or a swollen face, or the excited civilians, all froze in place, unable to move at all.
The flags of the shops on the street are still flying, which proves that this is not a still picture.
Tap, tap, tap.
The sound of footsteps gradually approaching, Xi Yangyu stood behind the crowd with a gloomy gaze.
(end of this chapter)