The smoke did not last long, and the city was filled with the sound of borrowing food. But no one is willing to hand over the few grains of rice that are left in their hands, no matter how pitiful the people who need to borrow food.

"Have pity on our mother and son, they've been hungry for two days." A woman holds her infant baby in her arms, her voice full of crying, and asks passers-by for help.

Passers-by shook their heads, sighed at the tragic fate of the mother and son, and then walked away. After all, they can't last long with their own food leftovers.

"I think, there must be something wrong with Qinglan's gang, otherwise how could we have so little food distributed?" Staring at the woman who was still asking for help not far away, an old man shouted angrily. However, the people on the side were silent and did not dare to speak.

"What are you afraid of?" Seeing that a group of people shrunk their heads and didn't dare to speak, the old man touched his beard with a look of disdain, "It's just a sentence, how dare they touch us." If they dare, wouldn't that prove that they have ghosts in their hearts? ”

It seemed that the old man's words made sense, and the others echoed them. Subsequently, the words pointed to Qinglan and his gang.

"Your Highness, it's not good!" rushed into Qinglan's residence, and his men didn't have time to salute, so they hurriedly exited.

Hearing this, Qinglan frowned and said unhappily: "What's the matter?" It was so reckless. "Nowadays, the people can eat, why is it difficult to say.

After a few breaths, his subordinates suppressed the indignation in their hearts, "It is rumored by the people in the city that it is you who swallowed the grain privately that caused them to have too little food in their hands. ”

Hearing this, Fu Moyu only felt a throbbing pain in his brain. Before he could discuss a countermeasure with Qinglan, these people made trouble first.

As soon as Qinglan wanted to speak, he heard a commotion coming from outside. Frowning, he looked displeased, "What's so noisy outside the door?" ”

Swallowing his saliva, his subordinates were a little flustered, "The people have besieged this city lord's mansion. When the words fell, he hurriedly looked at Qinglan's face secretly, for fear that he would be angry with him.

"How can it be!" In addition to annoyance, Qinglan was helpless.

Fu Moyu pressed his temple, which was still throbbing, then got up and proposed: "It's not a good way for the people to make trouble like this, why don't we go out and have a look." ”

Hearing this, Qinglan nodded and went out together.

When the two appeared at the door, the noisy people were quiet for a moment, and then they became even more noisy.

"Your Highness, dare to ask why we have so little food to distribute?"

"That's right, it's only been a few days since I ate, and the rice bucket has bottomed out."

"Is it true that the imperial court sent such a small amount of rice grain?"

"Be bold and make the people, don't be quiet yet!" Listening to the words of the people became more and more unbearable, Qinglan's subordinates stopped it in time.

Seeing that the situation was a little uncontrollable, Qinglan looked at Fu Moyu with some help in his eyes. Now the people are suspicious of him, afraid that what he says will not work.

Seeing this, a little coldness appeared in Fu Moyu's eyes, and he glanced at the commotion of the crowd, he pursed his lips, and then spoke: "Everyone, please listen to what this king says." ”

The slightly cold voice came into the ears of the people, and the words in the mouths of the people were paused, and the noisy sound gradually quieted down, and they all looked at Fu Moyu with some expectation in their eyes.

Seeing this, Fu Moyu still had a frosty face, "Now that food is in short supply, this king will never allow anyone in the city to fan the flames and cause panic." As soon as the words fell, the coldness in his eyes became even worse. Variety Literature

Hearing this, the first few people shrunk their necks, and their hearts were a little flustered. Then he looked around, as if it had nothing to do with him.

"Now, this king and His Royal Highness are also discussing this matter, and I ask you not to be anxious." After relieving his breath, Fu Moyu spoke comfortably. The immediate need is to calm the people, and if there is a stir because of the famine. Mess, it won't be easy to solve when the time comes.

Seeing that the people gradually calmed down, a glimmer of light flashed in Qinglan's eyes, and then he proposed to Fu Moyu in a low voice. What he probably meant was that if he wanted to save the critical situation in front of him, he needed to go to Lincheng to transport grain.

Fu Moyu stared at the group of people in front of him, with a little thought in his eyes. Lin Cheng is the closest place to here, and it is also an excellent way to transport grain from there.

Seeing that Fu Moyu agreed a little, Qinglan felt a little excited in his heart, and said tentatively: "But the journey to Lin Cheng is not smooth, and who to send has not yet been determined." ”

The meaning of his words was very obvious, that is, he wanted Fu Moyu to go to Lin City.

After waiting for Fu Moyu's response for a long time, Qinglan was a little anxious in his heart, and directly singled out, "It's better for the prince to go to Lincheng to transport grain, His Royal Highness needs to sit here, and it is inconvenient to go." ”

When the words fell, Fu Moyu turned his head to look at the noisy people, feeling a little helpless. He couldn't let the people starve to death, so he nodded in agreement.

Seeing that Fu Moyu finally agreed, Qinglan's face was full of joy, "In this way, thank you so much." ”

Waving his hand, Fu Moyu signaled that he didn't need to be so polite, and then ordered someone to go and prepare the horses.

In a short time, the groom came with the horse. Fu Moyu turned over and got on the horse, and then ordered a few sturdy soldiers, "You go to Lincheng with this king to transport grain." ”

The soldiers who were pointed out naturally did not dare to shirk, but were a little eager to try. If Qingcheng can solve this famine, they will inevitably be promoted and rich.

After some simple preparations, Fu Moyu led them to Lin City.

The sky was slightly dark, Fu Moyu frowned secretly, pointed to a remote road, and commanded coldly: "Let's go down from this road and speed up." ”

It was already getting late, so they could only hurry up and rush to Lin Cheng.

"But this road is too remote, and it's impossible to say if you'll meet bandits." One soldier hesitated.

Hearing this, Fu Moyu glanced at him lightly, "If we follow the route we just took, we won't be able to reach Lin City until tomorrow morning." "If we don't see food tomorrow morning, I don't know how those people will make a fuss.

Before the rest of the words could be spoken, the soldier had already understood it, and bowed his head in some shame.

Seeing that the group of people had no objections, Fu Moyu flicked his horsewhip and went straight to Lin Cheng. Xu was afraid of causing trouble, Fu Moyu never stopped all the way.

By the time he arrived in Lin Cheng, Fu Moyu's lips were slightly raised, and there were already beads of sweat on his forehead.

"Lord Wang, we have arrived in Lin City." The soldier dismounted first, and after calming his breath, he bowed his hand and spoke respectfully to Fu Moyu.

Fu Moyu nodded, squinting at Lin Cheng, a little obscure in his heart.

Qingcheng once had a famine, and it was really not as good as Lin Cheng. In the forest city, lights are lit in front of the doors, and the lights illuminate the streets.

Even at night, the streets are still dressed in the shouts of street vendors, and the smell of food is everywhere.