As the carriage went east, the pedestrians on the road were scattered, and most of these extra passers-by were ragged and blind, dragging their steps on the road and walking slowly.

Chen Xian lowered the curtain of the car, he clearly knew that this was probably a refugee from Jiaxing.

"Go-" Liu Sen, who was driving the car, casually threw out a thick steamed bun and threw it on the ground, and two or three refugees ran over quickly and fought for the steamed bun.

"These people are fools." Liu Sen sighed, turned half of his body, picked up a little curtain and said: "Owner, they heard that someone in Hangzhou opened a porridge shop today, so they rushed to the south, and on the way, they heard that Hangzhou also suffered a great disaster. It's good now, stop cars on this official road all day long and ask for food, but you can still live! ”

"Isn't it that the more you run, the more hungry you get!" Liu Sen pursed his lips and said, "If I say, it's better to look at a place and go far, than to compete with dogs for food here." ”

Chen Xian closed his eyes and shook his head, tightening the curtain again.

How did Liu Sen know that these people who have lost hope in life, even if they hear that there is any chance of survival, will be like a drowning person grasping a straw. And when the news is chaotic and even basic food and clothing cannot be solved, these refugees will be even more hesitant, because if they take the wrong path, they may starve to death under the city walls in despair.

The reason is very simple, the same person who fell into the water, there were ten straws floating in front of him, and only by grasping the right one could he live, would he hesitate to decide?

But Chen Xian didn't have the heart to explain the truth of this psychology to Liu Sen, so he took Lu Xiaochai's soft hair, and gently looked at the beautiful woman in front of him with a somewhat sad expression, knowing that she must have remembered what happened to her when she fled, so he comforted softly: "Xiaochai, I will find a way to help their ......"

"Chen Lang...... Officials, do you want to help them? Lu Xiaochai's apricot eyes were slightly stunned, and then he shook his head again: "There are too many refugees, listening to my brother, Songjiang alone has gathered thousands of people, and the weather has only warmed up, and I am afraid that there will be more people who flee after eating the food deposits......"

On the contrary, Xiao Li was full of confidence in Chen Xian, and the little maid shook her cute double-ring bun and said: "Xiao Li thinks that what the young master has said, there is nothing that cannot be done, even the young master can do it in the oil pot on the knife mountain......

Speaking of this, she quietly glanced at her young lady, and blinked slyly: "Not to mention that the Ming Media is marrying and helping the victims and other things——"

"Hedge!" Lu Xiaochai's expression suddenly became flustered, and he glared at Xiao Liang angrily and said, "You stinky girl!" Don't talk nonsense! ”

"Xiao Liang didn't talk nonsense, right, young master?" Xiao Liang stretched out his small tongue and winked at Chen Xian.

Chen Xian smiled, reached out and rubbed her head, but stopped talking.

At the same time, in the carriage shared by Mi Yun, Fan Dingbo, and Su Xinqi, there was a fierce debate because of these refugees.

Mi Yu sat cross-legged in the car, pressed his hands on his knees, and said seriously: "Mr. Su, please listen to the next word, this refugee is caused by a natural disaster, if it weren't for the drought last year, how could they be traveling around for a mouthful of food to survive at this moment?" ”

Fan Dingbo is obviously teammates with him in this debate, and at this moment he also shook his fan and echoed: "After three years of Jingjing, there has been no military disaster and no traitorous ministers misleading the country, and this Jiangsu and Zhejiang region is even more rich and rich, if it is not because of natural disasters, what else can it be?" ”

"Hmph, it's so narrow-minded." Su Xinzheng didn't care about any noble-borns, geniuses in the capital, etc., he squinted his eyes contemptuously, and said disdainfully: "If this Jiangsu and Zhejiang are rich and rich as you said, why are the people displaced just because of the drought for one year?" ”

"That'...... That's because I've been happy for a long time, and I haven't stocked up on food! Fan Dingbo hesitated and argued.

Mi Yu interjected: "I have a virtuous monarch in the Ming Dynasty to forge ahead, and I am assisted by world-famous virtuous ministers such as Sanyang. ”

"Where's Sanyang?" Su Xinqi rolled his eyes and asked.

Mi Yu swallowed his spit and said, "Sanyang has gone to the ...... one after another."

This Fan Dingbo is the most famous talent in the capital, he is like a river on weekdays, but today he joined forces with Mi Yun, but it was Xiucai who met the soldiers, and he actually fought a draw with Su Xinqi, a rough man.

Su Xinzhi choked Mi Yu and couldn't open his mouth, so he made persistent efforts and said: "This disaster victim is already so miserable, what relief can the government do?" ”

"Yes!" Fan Dingbo folded the fan in one fell swoop, and at this moment he found a place to refute, and said happily: "In March of the twelfth year of orthodoxy, the imperial court issued an order to exempt 515,000 stone of autumn grain in the disaster areas of Hangzhou, Jia, and Hu!" ”

"Huh." Su Xinzhi chuckled twice: "In that case, aren't these refugees running around with enough to eat?" ”

Mi Yu felt something, so he frowned and speculated: "Could it be that some grain chiefs ignore the will of the imperial court and are still collecting autumn grain?" ”

"You are in the capital, your status is noble, and you are high up all day long, how can you know the suffering of the people?" Su Xinzhi shook his head, and glanced at the transparent jade pendant on Mi Yun's waist, which was obviously valuable: "Why don't you eat minced meat, it's people like you." ”

"Since Brother Su said that we don't know about the people's suffering, then I want to ask, where are we today?" Fan Dingbo rolled his eyes, closed the fan and retorted: "Since Brother Mi and I are here, we already know the suffering of the people, so Brother Su's words are wrong!" ”

"Do you know why there is civil unrest in Fujian?" Su Xinzhi leaned back aggressively, lifted the curtains, and looked out the window, but he didn't want to look at these two stalkers anymore.

Mi Yu looked serious, frowned and said: "The civil unrest is naturally instigated by someone, and the villains lure them to profit and make a name for them, and the people are simple and naturally easily believe their fallacies, so it provokes the civil unrest!" ”

"Mi Gongzi, you must know that this rebellion is a matter of losing your head." Su Xinfu raised his eyebrows and said: "I will now allow you to tell you in my name, follow me to kill the prefect of Songjiang, and when we become a big deal in the future, I will give you an emperor, are you willing?" ”

"Mr. Su, be cautious!" Mi Yu was flustered by what he said, he dared to say this kind of thing if he was heard by others, he would lose his head, it was really ......

"Would you like to?" Su Xinqi moved his head back from the window, and seeing that Mi Yun looked nervous and didn't say a word, he turned his head to look at Fan Dingbo, who also looked uncertain, and asked, "Fan Dacai, are you willing?" ”

"I ......" Fan Dingbo glanced at Mi Yun, then waved the folding fan in his hand in a panic, and said repeatedly: "No, no, I don't want to!" ”