Entering the city gate, Fu Moyu looked at the scene of fiasco in front of him, and frowned secretly.

The old people gathered in a heap, their skinny hands hanging weakly on the ground, and their mouths kept moaning: "Let's get some food...... Someone is going to die. The young people on the side also lost their fighting spirit in the past, and they all had helplessness in their eyes.

"Daddy, take a sip, I beg you." A young man put his arm around the old man and pleaded bitterly.

Hearing this, the old man raised his head with great difficulty, but saw that there was only porridge soup in the bowl, and there was not even a single dish on the soup. He reached out and pushed the bowl, looking desperate, "God is going to kill me." ”

"What are you doing! Loosen your mouth! Not far away, the woman hurriedly opened her husband's mouth, and her voice was full of panic, "No matter how hungry you are, you can't do such a thing, he is still your son!" ”

Seeing that her husband seemed to have lost his mind, two lines of tears left in the woman's eyes, and she raised her hand and slapped her husband. Only then did the husband come back to his senses, and when he saw that his son was crying constantly, and there were still two rows of tooth marks on his thin arms, guilt welled up in his heart, and he apologized again and again: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm hungry and faint." ”

Hearing this, the woman couldn't help it at all, covered her eyes and cried loudly.

Seeing this, Fu Moyu sighed lightly, followed Qinglan into the City Lord's Mansion, and then stood and watched the soldiers move the grain.

There was a dilapidated atmosphere in the city, and inadvertently, a little child was tugging at the corner of his mother's clothes with one hand and pointing to the city lord's mansion with the other, and there was some innocence in his small voice, "Mother, what is that?" Is it here to save us? ”

Thinking that her child was hallucinating from hunger, the mother held back her tears and touched the child's head, "Child, wait until the court sends someone to save ......"

Before he finished speaking, he heard a cheer of surprise beside him: "Look! What is the City Lord's Mansion? In an instant, the people all over the city looked at the City Lord's Mansion, and for a while, the people were a little stunned.

"That's rice! The court has sent someone to save us! A wave of hope swept over the city in an instant, and the people who had been silent for a long time cheered.

Some people couldn't bear it anymore, and ran to the city lord's mansion one by one, and when they were about to reach out and grab the food, the soldiers on the side stopped them one after another. Seeing that someone had struck first, the others naturally didn't want to just do it and wait, so they swarmed around.

Seeing that they couldn't stop the people, the soldiers had to hurry to report to Qinglan, "Your Highness, the people at the gate are coming to grab the food, and the brothers are about to lose control of the situation." ”

"How dare these people do this!" Hearing this, Qinglan, who just wanted to rest, suddenly slapped the table and stood up, "It's really getting more and more unpleasant!" ”

As if he had expected such a situation a long time ago, Fu Moyu stood up unhurriedly, and there was no anger between his eyebrows, "Your Highness is angry." The people of Qingcheng have been hungry for so long, and it is inevitable that there will be a rush for food. ”

As soon as the words fell, Qinglan understood what Fu Moyu meant. He nodded, and walked straight out the door.

The soldiers at the door breathed a sigh of relief when they saw that His Highness had finally arrived, "Your Highness, you are here." ”

Hearing the word "Your Highness", the people who were still noisy were slightly stunned, and when they looked up, they saw Qinglan with an expressionless face, and they sighed in their hearts, and they hurriedly knelt down and saluted.

Seeing this, Qinglan changed his kind face, and his voice was full of comfort, "Ladies and gentlemen, His Royal Highness came here to provide disaster relief on the orders of the imperial court. Fathers and fellow villagers can rest assured. ”

After the words fell, Qinglan nodded and motioned to his subordinates to distribute food. Seeing this, the people stopped making a fuss, and lined up one by one to get food. Let's read a book

Time passed, and the only food left was getting less and less, while the queue was increasing. When they arrived, the soldiers were a little helpless.

The people at the back of the line probed their brains one after another, and looked ahead with wide eyes, but found that there was only a little bit of food left, and shouted dissatisfiedly: "Is this how the imperial court looks at my Qingcheng, and only distributes such a little food, how can it be enough to eat!" ”

The sound was accompanied by a commotion from the crowd and bursts of scolding.

"This grain is ours, and we have already lined up."

"This year, you still want to queue up to get food? It's ridiculous. ”

The dispute continued, and the people on both sides actually began to fight and scuffled together. When he landed, the crowd, which had finally managed to be orderly, was chaotic again.

Fu Moyu was looking at the little food left, thinking secretly, when he heard a burst of fist swings. When I looked closely, I found that someone was scuffling together.

Tapping the ground, Fu Moyu hurriedly rushed to the two people, and after asking the cause of the incident, he frowned.

Seeing that Fu Moyu didn't say a word, the people on both sides wanted to strike again. The fist was stopped before it hit the other party's face, Fu Moyu was a little helpless, and persuaded him: "Food naturally belongs to everyone, why fight for it." ”

Xu is words are a bit perfunctory, one of the men sneered, "The food in front of us is running out for a long time, if we don't make a move, I'm afraid we can only watch others eat, we are not stupid." ”

The words went straight to Fu Moyu, but he was not angry, and his face was as frosty as a trace of solemnity, "This king swears that this time the grain will definitely be distributed to everyone one by one, please rest assured." ”

At such an urgent juncture, what he can do may be to appease the emotions of the people and prevent the people from disturbing the arrangements of the imperial court again.

Hearing this, the people on both sides lowered their heads slightly, as if they were thinking about the truth in these words. Seeing Fu Moyu dressed in gorgeous clothes, the people on both sides secretly discussed: "Seeing that this person is probably also a powerful person in the imperial court, he should not deceive ordinary people like us." ”

As soon as the words fell, the grievances of the people on both sides were finally calmed. After lining up and getting the food as he wished, he happily went home.

When leaving, some people did not forget to complain: "This food is too little, how can it be enough." ”

At sunset, the people in line got their food. But the soldiers had a worried face, swept a small handful of rice grain in their hands, and said depressedly: "The grain has been distributed to the people, what do our brothers want to eat?" When the words fell, there was a long sigh.

It's night.

Fu Moyu walked out of the City Lord's Mansion and saw that it was cold on the street, and secretly thought, at this time, the people were probably busy cooking. Sure enough, a few wisps of cooking smoke slowly rose from a house in the distance.

He stood on the street, his eyebrows cold, and his eyebrows rose with a rare melancholy. He just saw that there was not much food in everyone's hands, and it was estimated that it would not last for a few days, and the rice grain would bottom out again. It's just that the grain distributed by the imperial court is not much, and the current situation is also a bit tricky. It seems that we need to discuss with Qinglan.

Thinking of this, Fu Moyu turned around and walked towards the City Lord's Mansion.