The eldest son is fierce

Tang Yi stood among the corpses holding a blood-stained sword, looking very intimidating.

Many refugees drooled at the sight of the steaming meat porridge and steamed buns, but they did not dare to act rashly and could only line up obediently. They had just witnessed with their own eyes how this young man killed someone.

"Slow down, what are you in such a hurry for? No one is competing with you."

"Old Zhou, don't give them the steamed buns yet. Let them eat some meat porridge first. Damn it, don't choke yourself to death."

"..."

Tang Yi stood in front and gave orders one after another.

Soon, the disaster relief and porridge distribution work was carried out in an orderly manner.

"Nuannuan, have some porridge. It's your favorite meat porridge."

Qianniang had already made some meat porridge and was squatting on the ground not far away. She blew the porridge cool with a spoon and fed it into her daughter's mouth.

The little girl was already dying, but after taking two spoonfuls of meat porridge, her big eyes, which had lost their luster, gradually regained their spirit, and the corners of her eyes narrowed into crescents.

"Mom, the meat porridge is really delicious. That uncle really didn't lie to Nuannuan. There is really good food in the capital."

The little girl grabbed the spoon her mother handed over and said, "Mom, you should eat too. There are two of us, so we can have two bowls."

Qianniang's eyes suddenly turned red when she saw her children coming back to life.

She rubbed her daughter's forehead and said, "Okay, Mommy will eat too. Mommy will eat with Nuannuan..."

She symbolically put a little on the corner of her lips, and the rest of the meat porridge went into her daughter's stomach.

After her daughter had eaten her fill, she turned her head to look at the refugees and found that she was not the only one in tears. Many refugees were sobbing, especially the women whose cries were earth-shaking.

Qianniang knew some of those women. Their children died of starvation on the way to Kyoto.

Or, it was directly snatched away by someone.

Qianniang subconsciously reached behind her waist, where she had a small knife hidden. If she didn't have the knife, she probably wouldn't be able to protect her daughter.

Fortunately, now these days of fear may be over, right?

Qianniang's gaze fell on the young man in the distance.

The young Jingzhao Yin was still standing in the bloody ground, holding a long sword, his face was very cold, and he looked intimidating without being angry.

It is hard to imagine that such a young man could have such a deterrent effect.

Qianniang suddenly felt that with him around, perhaps the refugees arriving in Kyoto would have a way to survive, especially the women and children. It was not easy for them to survive the journey to Kyoto.

She pursed her lips, as if she wanted to say something.

But when he saw the Jinyiwei surrounding the young man, he finally did not go over, for fear of being mistaken for an assassin and killed by the Jinyiwei.

It seems that I can only find an opportunity to meet this young Jingzhao Yin again.

Qianniang felt grateful and touched, but Qin Song on the city wall felt like he was being fed flies, and his face turned blue with discomfort.

Thousands of his men were lying in ambush on the city wall, with arrows loaded on their bows, waiting for his order. Then they would shoot all the arrows at once and kill everyone in the city without a single survivor.

But now, he could only watch helplessly as the young man stood in the bloody field, giving porridge to the refugees and winning their hearts, while being called "honest and upright master"...

Damn, it’s so annoying!

Under the city wall, Tang Yi saw that everyone's tense emotions were almost released, and a cold voice finally sounded.

"Stop howling and listen to me."

The cold shout frightened many refugees and they dared not cry anymore.

Tang Yi felt bad when he saw the miserable appearance of the refugees, but he had to be the bad guy.

"Do you see that carriage over there? That's a military tent, the temporary residence I've prepared for you."

"If you don't want to be cold, go set up your tents. Of course, I will send soldiers to assist you and teach you how to set up tents."

"Your work over the next few days is to set up tents, build toilets, and pave roads. The officials of Jingzhao Prefecture will make the specific arrangements for you."

Tang Yi pointed at the large buckets of porridge and said, "Today's meal is free. From now on, except for children and the elderly, everyone must work in exchange for food."

"Also, there will be someone specifically responsible for counting. Anyone who wants to eat for free can get out."

He raised his hand and swept his sword across the entire place. The refugees who were touched by his bloody sword subconsciously shrank their necks.

"Also, during this period, I believe there are still many people lobbying you, saying all kinds of bad things about me, and even saying that I'm exploiting you and wanting you to follow them in this and that way."

"Hehe, work with me, you'll have food to eat and survive, and once you settle down, you'll be able to make a lot of money."

"But anyone who dares to mess with them will have only one outcome: death!"

"I have finished what I have to say, that's all."

After saying that, Tang Yi turned and left.

A group of refugees looked at Tang Yi's back, their heads buzzing, and they couldn't react for a while.

How can this be said and done?

Aren’t we guests visiting Kyoto?

Is this how you treat your guests?

He is still the kindest person in Kyoto. This is clearly the biggest skinner in Kyoto, right?

Qianniang looked at the young man's back in the distance, and her eyes widened little by little.

This turn... caught her off guard.

However, after hearing what the boy said, she felt more at ease.

There is no good in the world without reason. Taking what you need is the way to last forever.

"Hey, hey, hey, don't mind me, my master is actually very kind."

"The him you see now is his kind self."

Zhou Fanghuai came out to help Tang Yi smooth things over, and said with a smile: "He only killed a few dozen people today, which is very kind. If my master is not kind, he will kill people one after another."

"Just a few days ago, he single-handedly killed over 3,000 people who wanted to rebel."

"So, everyone, please don't be fooled by others and make my master unhappy."

"If my master were to become unkind, I would also believe that he would kill tens of thousands of people in the entire refugee camp with a single shot."

Zhou Fanghuai was still smiling, but after hearing his words, everyone felt a chill down their spines and their hair stood on end.

Is this young Jingzhao Yin really that terrifying? He's still killing people one after another? Is he a demon?

"Just kidding, just kidding. My master has too many legends. You will see them in Kyoto in the future."

Zhou Fanghuai saw Tang Yi leading Ning Chuan and the Jinyiwei towards the city wall, and his smile froze slightly: "No, perhaps today you will be able to see my master's new legend."

"This legend is called... Bloodbath on the Southern City Wall!"

Although he had not been with Tang Yi for a long time, he still had some understanding of Tang Yi.

Since the refugee camp is built outside the south city, he will not allow uncontrolled forces to exist here.

It just so happens that Qin Song’s city patrol department is uncontrollable.

"Hey, idiot, what are you messing with him for?"

"He was just worried about having no excuse to deal with you, but you ended up handing him the evidence."

Zhou Fanghuai looked up at Qin Song, who was staring coldly at Tang Yi on the city wall, and his face twitched.

Death is imminent, why are you still so proud?

A group of refugees were confused by what they heard. Legend?

What legend?