Lin Qinghe took a deep breath, and the smell of his body was in his nasal cavity, which was very refreshing and intoxicating.

The night was already dark, and there was silence all around, as if nothing had happened.

Early the next morning, they set out, and after a night's rest, the Praetorian Guards were alive and well, and the wounded had been dressed with elixir, and the wounds were getting better, and the dead had been buried on the spot yesterday.

Lin Qinghe and Huang Zhiyuan sat in the carriage, and the two were bored playing horse cranes.

After walking like this for a few days, it was a smooth journey, and the people of the embroidered shoes organization have not appeared since the first setback.

When the carriage first entered Jinzhou, Lin Qinghe saw that there was basically no water in the river, the riverbed was dry and cracked, and the crops in the fields had all withered.

The disaster situation is really very strict.

There were few pedestrians on the streets, and occasionally a few old beggars, walking and walking, fell to the ground.

Lin Qinghe and Huang Zhiyuan got out of the carriage, walked in front of an old beggar, and asked, "Uncle, this steamed bun is for you." ”

"Thank you, girl."

The old beggar said, but the steamed bun bit hard, and it seemed that he hadn't eaten for many days, and he choked on the steamed bun.

Huang Zhiyuan hurriedly handed over the water bladder, and after the old beggar drank the water, his spirit was a little better, and he said tremblingly: "What a Bodhisattva, thank you, thank you." ”

Lin Qinghe asked, "Uncle, hasn't the imperial court already allocated food for disaster relief?" ”

The old beggar sighed, wailed, and said: "The grain of the imperial court is in the Taishou Mansion, how can it be in the hands of our poor." ”

Lin Qinghe was stunned for a moment and said, "What about the water?" Isn't Jinzhou already very drought? What are you going to do with the draft now? ”

The old beggar burst into tears and said: "Now there is no water in the whole Jinzhou, and we poor people rely on a little clear spring on the mountain, and we can receive half a bucket of water in half a day. ”

As he spoke, he suddenly had a sad expression and said: "Now in the entire Jinzhou City, there is only a thousand-year-old well in Taishoufu that still has water, but it has never been given to the poor to drink, and the rich can buy it with silver. The imperial court, the imperial court can't control coming here! ”

Huang Zhiyuan looked at Lin Qinghe and said, "How can this be? ”

The old man seemed to be a little sober, looked at them carefully, and said: "Seeing that the two are extraordinarily dressed, they must be rich and noble, and they don't look like locals when they listen to the accent, so I advise you to get out of here quickly and run for your lives." ”

Huang Zhiyuan said: "Old man, don't worry, everyone's good days are coming soon." ”

The old man looked around, and then noticed that there were hundreds of soldiers, and immediately said nervously: "You are ......"

"I was sent by the imperial court for disaster relief, thank you old man, it was you who let me know that there is a big tiger in Jinzhou, hmph, I will handle this matter for the imperial court!"

Lin Qinghe looked at Huang Zhiyuan, only to see that his eyes were firm, and the righteousness between his eyebrows was heroic, which made people feel respectful when they saw it.

The old man trembled and lay on the ground, and said with tears in his eyes: "Thank you on behalf of the victims of Jinzhou!" ”

Lin Qinghe helped the old man up and said, "Old man, you hurry up, this water is for you, and these steamed buns." ”

The old man held these things and shouted: "Folks, folks, we are going to be saved, the imperial court has sent someone......

Huang Zhiyuan said to the Praetorian Guards: "You go and wait near the Taishou Mansion, and I'll go and check nearby." ”

The leader of the Praetorian Guard clasped his hands into fists and said, "Yes, Your Highness. "There is also a big tiger in the state, hmph, I will handle this matter for the imperial court!"

Lin Qinghe looked at Huang Zhiyuan, only to see that his eyes were firm, and the righteousness between his eyebrows was heroic, which made people feel respectful when they saw it.

The old man trembled and lay on the ground, and said with tears in his eyes: "Thank you on behalf of the victims of Jinzhou!" ”

Lin Qinghe helped the old man up and said, "Old man, you hurry up, this water is for you, and these steamed buns." ”

The old man held these things and shouted: "Folks, folks, we are going to be saved, the imperial court has sent someone......

Huang Zhiyuan said to the Praetorian Guards: "You go and wait near the Taishou Mansion, and I'll go and check nearby." ”

The leader of the Praetorian Guard clasped his hands into fists and said, "Yes, Your Highness. ”