Mingyue was recovering from a serious illness and needed to recuperate, so when Gu Zhirong returned to Jiangzhou, he carefully told Mu Jin, Jade Chan and the others to take care of them carefully.

Because Mingyue's condition is becoming more and more stable, and there is still a generation of strange doctor Xuanhe here, and Guangming Temple is located in a secluded place, which is the best place to recuperate, Gu Zhirong no longer has any worries, and only took Lushui alone, led by the young master, and went to the northeast.

For the Jokhang Kingdom, although the northeast border is located in the border pass and the environment is bitterly cold, because there is no foreign threat, except for some occasional small riots in the local area, it can be said that the wife has been peaceful for decades.

This is tantamount to exile for the famous Tongjia army, which has resisted foreign races for decades and is not reused.

From Jiangzhou to the northeast border fortress, it still takes one day to cross the desert, and then change to a horse-drawn carriage, and the dustpan on the carriage takes two days to reach the northeast border fortress.

This time, Gu Zhirong and the others still called the three people who led the way last time, and rode their camels towards the desert. The three of them still remembered their previous promise, and sure enough, they found a pair of sand antelope horns and presented them to Gu Zhirong for her to enjoy.

Gu Zhirong stroked the sand antelope horn with her hand, and couldn't help but think of the sand antelope horns that could be seen everywhere in her uncle's house Su Zhe's house, and felt more and more that there must be some deep meaning behind her uncle's behavior of always crossing the desert.

On this trip, the young master did not bring many people, and only Qin Lu was brought alone. Qin Lu didn't dare to touch Gu Zhirong for half a minute because he had received the most severe instructions before, except for him with a gloomy face and glaring at Gu Zhirong with his eyes along the way. Nothing happened.

Of course, he had a reason for his gloomy face. Gu Zhirong remembered his disrespect for himself before and gave him a small lesson. When he crossed the desert that day, he kept having diarrhea, and the whole team waited for him from time to time. Of course, at the end of the day, his whole person seemed to collapse, and he could no longer hold the sword, so he had the idea of assassinating Gu Zhirong.

How could the young master not understand what was going on. Just laugh it off and ignore him.

After Qin Lu understood what was going on, he really had a lot of rules. He didn't even dare to move the idea of assassinating Gu Zhirong.

The episodes on the road did not delay the trip, and the group still rushed to the northeast side of the city three days later.

When he first arrived here, when he saw the desolation of the mountains and wilderness, Gu Zhirong couldn't help but be startled.

As far as the eye can see, there is a blank of yellow. The hillsides are earthy yellow. The weeds are withered and yellow, and even the scattered villages near and far, the houses are all made of adobe bricks, revealing the yellowish bricks.

Here, I'm afraid it's the most desolate place Gu Zhirong has ever seen, there are two, and there is no other.

Along the way, Gu Zhirong found one of the most serious problems: here. Extreme water shortage. Here, not only the land is cracked. Not a single grass grows, and even people's lips are chapped.

Along the way, there were more than a dozen people passing by their carriage. The people here are wrapped in shabby and yellowed torn cotton jackets, and their feet are still wearing clogs, and their toes are swollen like small turnips from the cold. The face is yellow and thin, and the hair is yellow and messy, which at first glance looks no different from the flower children in the streets and alleys.

The young master and Gu Zhirong were in the same car, he sat in the carriage, but his hand lifted the window curtain, and looked all the way, his eyes were depressed.

Gu Zhirong occasionally turned around, and just saw the appearance of the young master, and couldn't help but be stunned.

At this time, the young master's eyes were worried, but more angry, as if the disaster caused by the drought was his responsibility.

Gu Zhirong couldn't help but feel funny, a businessman, but he has to take care of natural disasters, it seems that he is too lenient, right? It's not that he doesn't care about the suffering of the people of Li when he does business, but he has a strong heart and a surplus of less, and opening a warehouse for disaster relief requires a lot of manpower, material and financial resources, and the non-government government can't handle it. Besides, in the event of such a major drought and natural disaster, in order to appease the people, the imperial court could not sit idly by, but it was afraid that as soon as the disaster occurred, the local officials would have already sent the report to the capital.

She said lightly: "Is the young master worried about the people here? The hundred-year drought is a natural disaster, and the people on one side are like this, which is really unbearable to look at. However, I heard that the imperial court has recently issued an order to open a granary for disaster relief, and has also sent officials to supervise it, so it seems that the people will not starve to death, and it will be good to survive this time. ”

As soon as she finished speaking, the carriage happened to pass through this place called Qingping County. Passing by the entrance of the county government, I saw several large iron pots set up in front of the door, and the firewood under it was burning vigorously, and the fragrance of white porridge rushed to my face. In front of those big iron pots, there were long queues one after another, and the victims in tattered clothes, covered with dust, could not see what they looked like, and all they held in their hands were missing bowls and basins, and they were waiting for the soup soup with their necks stretched.

Out of nowhere, a little child, who looked to be about seven or eight years old, with a thin body and a big head, rushed all the way, holding a notched spoon, and squeezed in front of the big iron pot at once, and begged: "Master, give me a bowl of porridge, my mother, my mother is about to ......."

As he spoke, he handed the pan in his hand to the military master who was in charge of the soup kitchen.

This military master is a fat man, and the fat on his face is almost squeezing out his eyes. He glared: "Where did the wild child come from, there are no rules?

Some of the people in the team knew the boy and knew what was going on in his house, but they didn't squeak. The little boy refused to leave, and continued to beg: "Master Jun, just reward me with a bowl of porridge, please!"

This military master was pulled up from the warm quilt early in the morning, ran to this cold place to share porridge, and served these hungry people, and there was already a breath of anger in his heart, but now he saw that such a small child was still fighting with himself, and he was immediately furious: "You kid, you really have no rules, you don't even listen to your master's words!"

With that, he knocked down the pan that the little boy was holding with the big iron spoon in his hand, and then slammed the big iron spoon into the steaming big iron pot, scooped up a large spoonful of hot gruel, and splashed it at the boy with a wave of his hand.

The boy screamed and fell to the ground and rolled around.

The victims who were queuing up around to share the porridge were stunned for a moment, looking at the children who were screaming and crying incessantly, looking at the rice grains sticking to their heads and faces, and their heads and faces were burned.

Gu Zhirong only felt that there was a flower in front of him, and the young master had lifted the curtain, jumped out of the carriage, and landed in front of the child.

Qin Lu also jumped out with it.

The young master stood still in front of the boy, bent down, and gently lifted the child up. It must have been in terrible pain, and the little boy kept crying, and the cry was terrible. His forehead, face, neck, hands, feet, and other places on his body that could not be covered by tattered clothes were red. Especially on the forehead and neck, there are big blisters, which is miserable.

Half of the young master's face, which was not covered by the silver mask, was already gloomy and watery. He suddenly got up and stared straight at the military master in charge, his gaze was as sharp as a blade, and he actually forced the officer who was still arrogant to take several steps back. (To be continued......)