It was a thin, swarthy hand, like a withered eagle's talon, and the back of the hand was chapped with dry skin and dirt that had accumulated over time. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

If she had caught such a hand on her lily-embroidered skirt, she would have ordered her to be dragged away, and then threw the dress away.

But at this time, she looked at the man whose face was completely numb, and she couldn't tell whether it was pity or sorrow.

Heaven is unkind, and all things are used as dogs.

In such a world, people live to such a point, in the eyes of God, what is the difference between them and pigs and dogs?

Qiu Yu and Qiu Yue, who were following them, and Sanxi and Sixi pulled out their knives with a "poof", and were about to drag the man away, but they were stopped by Bai Chenghuan.

She dismounted, withdrew her skirt from the man's hand, and felt for her purse, which was slowly broken silver, but she could not take it out at this time.

From the eyes of the person who grabbed her skirt, and the eyes of the homeless people who slowly gathered around, she could no longer see the emotion that belonged to people, she was already completely numb and dead.

Xiao Shaotang also turned over and dismounted, protected her in front of her, and said in a low voice:

"Huanhuan, this is not the time to be kind!"

He couldn't tell her that if the money came out at this time, these people, who had already been tortured to death, would probably lose their last sanity and tear them to shreds!

When people are on the verge of despair, there will be no morality, gratitude, and humanity anymore!

Bai Chenghuan naturally understood what Xiao Shaotang meant.

When she was in Yuzhou in the past, what Li told her was vivid, and she was sure that as long as she took out a piece of silver to the person in front of her at this time, it was likely that it would be very difficult for her and Xiao Shaotang to get out today.

And this person who grabbed her skirt may be robbed when he turns around, and even worry about his life.

In this world, a piece of steamed bread may kill someone, let alone a piece of silver.

Her hand finally took away from the purse on her waist, and then she looked at the man with a desperate look in her eyes, squatted down and pointed to a porridge shed in the distance opposite the spiritualist platform, and asked softly:

"Why don't you go there to get food? You should have just started the soup kitchen?"

The man's numb eyes fluctuated a little when he heard the words "eat", but soon returned to dead silence, opened his chapped lips, and spat out a dry mutter:

"There are too many people to squeeze through......"

Bai Chenghuan looked at the crowd in front of the porridge shed, and sighed silently in his heart.

After arriving here in the sweltering heat, many people filled the vacancies of the dead people in the Spiritualist Stage, but today, many of the people who should have returned to their hometowns after the completion of the Spiritualist Altar have filled the ranks of these displaced people.

The distant hometown has become a purgatory on earth, even if you go back, you will still starve to death, and if you stay, you may be able to pick up a life.

Therefore, there were many people who died, but the number of displaced people gathered did not decrease in the slightest, and with the thin appearance of the person in front of him, it was normal that he could not squeeze through.

Although the porridge shacks of each family have repeatedly emphasized the priority of the elderly, the weak, women and children, but at the moment of life, morality has long been an insignificant thing.

She finally stood up in the man's desperate eyes, took him all the way to the porridge shed set up by Weibei Houfu, went directly in and scooped a bowl of porridge and handed it to him, before turning back.

She stepped on the saddle and looked over, the figure of the man had disappeared into the bustling crowd, and only the light in her eyes at the moment when she turned out to be a porridge bowl was deeply imprinted in her heart.

Bai Chenghuan didn't stay any longer, rushed out of the crowd with a whip, and went straight to the city gate.

Xiao Shaotang followed closely behind, and it was not until he entered the city gate that Bai Chenghuan slowed down.

She worked hard to suppress it for a long time before she suppressed the unspeakable sadness in her heart, but Xiao Shaotang's big hand reached out behind her and patted her lightly on the shoulder:

"Our Qin Palace, it's time to set up a porridge shed, before it was because I didn't want the emperor to be more suspicious, and then stumbling on us, but now we don't have so many scruples, I'll leave this matter to you, okay?"

Bai Chenghuan turned his head and saw the relief and relief on his face.

This man is really sweet and kind.

She immediately agreed:

"Okay, I'll do this!"

Back at King Qin's Mansion, Xiao Shaotang went to busy himself as usual, but Bai Chenghuan called all the big and small stewards of the outer courtyard over.

"From all the servants and maids in the Qin Palace, twenty male servants are selected, and they are female servants, remember, if you have a lot of strength, we will set up a porridge shed. ”

The matter of soup soup must be handled by powerful people, otherwise with the current situation of the displaced people, if they are not careful, they will get out of control.

Xiao Shaotang had already explained this matter, and Zhang De, who was in charge of the population of the house in the outer courtyard, immediately agreed, and then went to pick people, Bai Chenghuan instructed the person in charge of money and grain to raise rice and grain, and other things were also explained one by one.

Xiao Shaotang has already told her that most of the industries of the Qin Wangfu are in the dark, and now in the eyes of the people in the capital, the Qin Wangfu is a poor bastard, so what should be done on the bright side is not missing.

The steward in charge of the affairs of the outer courtyard saw that the princess was also in good order when she handled these things, and her heart was much more stable, but there was one thing he couldn't make up his mind.

When the other stewards had received their errands, he mustered up the courage to step forward:

"Report to the princess, there is something, and the subordinates also ask the princess to show it. ”

Bai Chenghuan knew that the steward surnamed Zhao was a person who was directly transferred from Pear Blossom Lane, and he should be able to handle all kinds of affairs with ease, and there were still things he couldn't decide, so he couldn't help but pay a little attention:

"If there is anything to do, Zhao Guan said. ”

As soon as Zhao was in charge, he said:

"The third prince of the Prime Minister's Mansion is going to get married on October 28, and he has also posted a post to our Qin Palace, princess, how to prepare this congratulatory gift?"

The third prince of the Prime Minister's Mansion?Song Saburo?

Bai Chenghuan understood the difficulty of Steward Zhao.

After all, the rumors about Song Sanlang and her before were all over the place, and later the Prime Minister's Mansion and Weibei Houfu got into that situation, and even Song Sanlang's 10,000 reluctant marriages were also caused by that incident.

Now the Prime Minister's Mansion has sent the post to the Qin Palace, which is true, but the problem is that the hostess is her. Steward Zhao is afraid that she still has opinions about the Prime Minister's Mansion, and I don't know if I can take this post.

However, Bai Chenghuan has nothing to worry about in this matter. In that rumor, she could be regarded as an innocent disaster, and Song Sanlang was beaten and forced to marry the mediocre-looking Xiao Chen, which was already punished for the beauty-loving Song Sanlang.

"Since the post has been delivered, let's follow the usual rules, what gifts to give, what gifts to give, just prepare a list for me to see. ”

Steward Zhao breathed a sigh of relief, and immediately responded, and couldn't help but admire in his heart, the princess is really good!