Ping County, located between Shangqiu, Nanjing and Bianliang, is geographically confronting the two of them.

Of course, the importance of Ping County is far from comparable to Nanjing and Bian Jing. Everyone knows that compared to the two capitals, Ping County is like a small star next to two bright moons, which is really unsightly.

However, even so, as a high-ranking county close to the central government, the prosperity of Ping County is still far away from the local small towns.

Unfortunately, no matter how prosperous it was, everything became false when the plague came.

Often, the more the population is concentrated, the more powerful the plague breaks out.

Pingcheng is not big but has a large population. After experiencing civil unrest, when Song Yi, Jiang Huijia and others came in, they only saw the situation in the city, which was more than a depressing situation.

"Please please, Lord Song!" Zhang Yingbiao, who had escaped from death, wiped his sweat while leading Song Yi to the county government with great enthusiasm and compliment.

There is nothing that Song Yi did just now that does not consume his energy. Although he has mastered a good archery skill because of hunting, his skill in archery is still not comparable to a real general when it comes to being skilled in archery.

He bent his bow for a long time but did not shoot arrows. This movement is even more difficult than keeping his bow and shooting arrows. At this time, Song Yi has actually reached the boundary line that he can support.

His arms were hidden between his wide sleeves, and he even shook a little because of his strength.

But not only can he not say it, he also has to force himself to do nothing.

The gate of Pingcheng was closed again, and the scattered chaotic people had already scattered into the city and mixed with ordinary people, and could not distinguish them at all.

In other words, these rioters were originally ordinary people.

Therefore, Song Yi knew very well that at this time he would be stared at countless pairs of eyes and could not make any mistakes. Otherwise, if there was another riot, he would be trapped in this Pingcheng.

The eight hundred imperial guards also entered the city, and there was nothing we could do about it. After all, it was not a real army, just eight hundred people. Instead of staying outside and continuing to rush the flag, it would be better to put it next to you.

Although there were only eight hundred people, there were imperial guards who opened the way and brought the power of time. Wherever Song Yi and his party went, everyone who came to welcome him was respectful.

"Mr. Zhang, why is the county master not here?" Song Yi asked.

Zhang Yingbiao suddenly said bitterly: "It's so Lord Song knows that the officials really can't hold on! From the news of the plague from Yingtian Mansion ten days ago, to the later receipt of the Fujun's order to lock the city... That day, Lord Fang ordered the city to lock the city, and others disappeared in the evening, and the officials also made him suffer a lot!"

"Mr. Fang is gone?" Song Yi was shocked.

He used to call him County Lord, which was a polite and respectful title, but the news Zhang Yingbiao said was so amazing that Song Yi blurted out and called him County Magistrate Fang.

The magistrate of Pingcheng County disappeared ten days ago. It was indeed not easy for Zhang Yingbiao to barely lock the city and support it for ten days.

When Song Yi looked at Zhang Yingbiao again, he immediately lost his previous contempt.

But then his face changed again: "Since County Magistrate Fang disappeared ten days ago, why didn't Lord Zhang report it? The plague cannot be solved by locking the city. Ten days later, why didn't Lord Zhang ask for help?"

Although it was a lock city, Song Yi knew very well that the lock could only be an ordinary person, but could it still lock him, Zhang Yingbiao?

The county magistrate is not here, and the county magistrate Zhang Yingbiao is the person with the most say in Pingcheng.
Chapter completed!