292:Giving (B)
Shen Qihuan glanced at everyone in the courtyard, didn't want to say more, and when he passed by Chang Xi, he ordered: "You send me down the mountain." ”
Chang Xi's body trembled, but he still followed closely.
Shen Quehuan sat in the carriage, Chang Xi drove the carriage out of Zonghua Temple, there was no sound in the carriage all the way, and when he was about to reach the foot of Daye Mountain, Chang Xi couldn't help but slow down the speed of the car, and explained in a low voice to the carriage. "Princess, in fact, the prince ......"
"You don't have to say that, do your part. Her voice was unpleasant, flat, as if she was tired.
It wasn't until the car stopped in front of the disaster camp that Shen Qihuan ordered in a deep voice: "There are a few guards, let Fu Zhan send some people." ”
Chang Xi raised his eyes in a daze, Shen Qihuan couldn't see any expression on his face, but he made his heart twist for no reason.
This matter is placed on any woman, no matter what kind of hardship the prince has, she will almost collapse, right? The person in front of him did not even shed a single tear.
Jin Xing followed Shen Qihuan to the relief center, and her heart was also worried, she wanted to say something several times, but she still swallowed the words when they came to her mouth.
After walking for a while, Shen Qihuan's pace slowed down, and he asked in a voice that only Jin Xing could hear, "How many people know about this matter?"
Jin Xing lowered her head: "The slave doesn't know." After a pause, he explained: "The slave maid also just learned about this, miss, do you want the slave maid to ask Fu Zhan?"
Shen Qihuan shook his head, "Let's take care of the things in front of us first, it is estimated that the prince should get the news in a while." ”
Jin Xing bit her lip and looked at Shen Qihuan's expression: "Miss, aren't you angry?" Jin Xing was a solid eye, and at this time, her face was full of melancholy, and she was even a little indignant, but it was even more reactive than Shen Qihuan.
Shen Qihuan said "hmm" lightly, raised his eyelids slightly, and his footsteps slowly stopped, his eyes were as clear as a calm ancient well, "Jin Xing, you say, what am I hindering these people?"
Jin Xing couldn't answer, others could only see her luck and publicity, but they could never understand what kind of weight she carried.
Jin Xing's eyes were a little wet, Shen Qihuan stepped up again, and walked towards Hongzhi and Ginkgo and the others.
"Miss. Hongzhi walked over worriedly, "You're finally back." ”
Shen Qihuan looked at the sky and asked, "Are you all ready?"
Ginkgo smiled and said, "It's all ready." ”
Wang Changzhi, who was sitting on the side, frowned slightly, when he came back just now, he heard that Shen Qihuan was called away by Miss Wang, but he didn't find anything unusual about Shen Qihuan, but the maid Jin Xing's expression was obviously wrong.
"What's the matter?, is there any trouble?" Wang Changzhi walked over and asked lightly.
Shen Quehuan shook his head and said with a smile, "Who dares to trouble me?"
This is also true, Wang Changzhi thought self-deprecatingly. Turning his gaze to the end of the victims, the number of victims is gradually increasing compared to just now, and the two sides of the mezzanine road are crowded with women, children and the elderly.
Shen Qihuan couldn't help but worry, and said solemnly: "The scene will definitely be chaotic in a while, you better go to King Sumire to take care of it, and it is best to mix in a few skilled ...... among the victims."
Wang Changzhi smiled bitterly: "It's already arranged, but what kind of glazed fire do you have, can it work?"
Shen Qihuan glanced at the sun at noon, "It works." ”
On a sunny autumn day, on the hillside opposite the habitat of the nobles of the family, the thin lines from the ten directions were covered by the thin crystal tiles, and the dry grass clippings under the crystal tiles had slowly risen fine smoke, and the flames gathered little by little in the grass clippings, and the mustache became a small cluster, and the ten thin lines could not withstand a moment before the "Zheng" sound scattered and broken.
The wooden cart, held in the grip of the thin thread, lost its restraints and slid down the hillside with a thud.
"What sound?"
In the camp behind Shen Qihuan, there was a lot of commotion, more people came out of the tents, and Shen Qihuan stood on the sandwich road, witnessing the wooden planks tied with food sliding down from the top of the mountain.
Shen Quehuan put his hands behind his back, taking in everyone's shock, of course, this was just the beginning, when the six hundred stone grain was piled up into a mountain thirty meters away from the victims, a huge flag spread out on the hillside.
The black flag body, white feather lines, and the scarlet word "Yu Chi" looming.
"Feather Gallop Army!"
The noise in the crowd reached a boiling point, and Qi Yanzhou ran out of King Sumire's tent, staring at the giant battle flag on the opposite hillside, the blood on his face faded cleanly.
"Come on, let's see what's going on"
The guards took the order, and one of the victims found the corn pouring out of the broken bag and ran away screaming: "It's rice...... It's food...... The Yu Chi Army has brought us food......"
The sound evolved from the previous sporadic to a wild roar, and all the victims rushed over like a torrent, and the guards who originally wanted to get close were scattered and scattered, except for shouting "Stand down...... Stand down ...... "There is no other way."
Shen Quehuan's hand behind her back was tightly clenched, she wanted to make the best use of these foods, and let everyone in the world know that this was the food of the Yuchi Army, but there was no completely meticulous plan in the world, many things were big or small overnight, she was most worried about the occurrence of trampling and robbery among the victims, it depends on whether Wang Changzhi's people can sort out the order, and there must be no casualties.
Qi Yanzhou, who planned such a disaster relief drama for a wealthy family in Kyoto under the banner of supporting King Sumire's disaster relief, was already paralyzed on the ground at this time, because things were far beyond the scope he could have predicted.
Even Shen Qihuan and Wang Changzhi were unexpected.
The grain robbery incident that Shen Qihuan was worried about did not happen, and when he saw more than 1,000 victims, when they rushed to the foot of the "grain mountain", they all stopped, some took the lead in kneeling, and some people hid their faces and wept silently.
Someone shouted hoarsely, "Yu Chi is wronged, the people are uneasy, Jiang Shuai has come to save Li Min......"
The kneeling of more than 1,000 people, the compassion of more than 1,000 people, and the lingering sound of sorrow and affection echoed for a long time, like a thousand-pound wheel crushing Shen Qihuan's heart.
Wang Changzhi was standing beside Shen Quehuan, he suddenly wanted to take a look at the expressions of the children of the family behind him, but when he turned his head, he was pierced by a tear on Shen Quehuan's cheek.
There was a burst of sourness in her heart, people's hearts were already difficult to understand, in her careful plan, she had actually calculated the people's hearts, right? But in the face of reality, when the sincerity and shock of the people's hearts were presented in front of her, Shen Qihuan might hate herself very much.
When King Sumire got the news and arrived, it was already approaching dusk, and when he saw more than 1,000 people sitting on the ground praying for the "grain mountain", the last glimmer of hope in his heart was gone.
The scattered tents on the hillside have been cleaned up, and the nobles of the family quietly evacuated as if they had lost their souls, and even these losers knew that it was not only everyone at the scene who was slapped by more than 1,000 people, but also the one who was high up in the Forbidden City.
What to do with the food that was protected by the victims like a pilgrimage is the most troublesome thing for today.