When he returned home, Wu Qing fell asleep, feeling bored, so he had to temporarily use sleep to forget about jì, which was what he did in his previous life.

Aunt Wu was originally in the workshop, but when she saw the sullen Wu Qing, she came to the bedroom and saw her son lying on the bed, so she sat down gently.

"Why is my son sullen today?"

Wu Qing sighed, sat up, a touch of ageless sadness appeared in his eyes, and said: "Mother doesn't know, there is a great drought in Shuzhong and Guannei, and there are many people who have fled here. ”

Aunt Wu thought it was something, it turned out to be such a thing, this child has had love since he was a child, and that kind of love is very real, and her eyes often show that kind of sadness, so she can't bear to refuse, so she is obedient to her son at all times.

"My son is a bodhisattva, and we don't have much rice, so I'll buy some bean noodles, bean noodles can be made into bean cakes, and our rice can be boiled into porridge, so that those fleeing people who pass by our house can eat a bite, do you say it's okay?"

Wu Qing really wanted to do something for the people who fled, because in his previous life, he was helped by many people when he was a child, and in that earthquake he witnessed how desperate those who lost their loved ones were, and he couldn't help it when he saw those children who lost their lives, which once made him very sad.

Love should be a kind of selflessness, even if it is to earn prestige, but the starting point is also good.

The samurai family is only one street away from the gate of Xicheng, and there are also some refugees passing by the gate. When Wu Qing's mother and son set up a simple tent, and when the neighbors and passers-by stopped to watch, a large wooden bucket of rice porridge was pushed out of the door and placed under the tent, and then Wu Damiang took out a large basket of bean cakes and a large wooden box tightly wrapped in white cloth.

There are popsicles in the big wooden box, which should have been sold every day after they were sold, but after taking the ranger's money, they had to do it for him, but they didn't expect that people can't find it until now, and the fame of the popsicle has not been opened, and the soup kitchen is also a good publicity measure. This is also something that Wu Qing can't do, if he wants to brush up his reputation, he has to live.

Wu Qing saw a few little children playing, and a few even stared at their popsicle boxes, and said loudly: "You boys, listen up, you go out and shout now, just say that there is porridge to drink and bread to eat in front of the martial family, and there are very cheap popsicles to quench your thirst and cool off." When someone comes, I'll give you a popsicle. ”

A few little children scattered in a hurry, and spread that sentence like a nursery rhyme along the way.

"There is porridge to drink, bread to eat, and very cheap popsicles in front of the samurai's house."

For a while, the entire street in the west of the city was attracted by the content of such a seemingly children's rhyme. And it also seems to have a new gadget popsicle that appeared once a few days ago.

Whether it is refugees, people in the west of the city, or people who are in the spirit of watching the excitement, they all come to the samurai.

Wu Qing is only a six or seven-year-old child from the outside, but from his eyes, it can be seen that this is a different child, he is introverted and reserved, never doing anything out of the ordinary, but he is not mischievous, from his eyes full of wisdom, it can be seen that he has a lot of wisdom that is difficult for children to achieve.

When the first refugee, or beggar, approached the porridge tent, Wu Qing said in a low voice: "Mother, it's going to be hard today." ”

Aunt Wu smiled lovingly, which made people's hearts warm, and said: "Weiniang has also experienced hardships, and it is appropriate to do this, not to mention that I am very happy to have my son as a companion." ”

In a previous life, any parent wanted their children to have filial piety, and in order to set an example, when they met a beggar, they always had to take out a dollar and let their children put it in the broken bowl with their own hands. The same is true in this era, and even more, before the imperial examination, there were filial piety and honesty as officials. Therefore, the sentence "filial piety comes first" in the Confucian classics has become a classic among the classics, and it is also to see whether a person has filial piety. Generally, people who are filial to their parents will be praised by people in this era.

What's more, it is the Tang Empire, the reason why the Tang Empire has penetrated into the hearts of later generations is because the civilization of the Tang Dynasty has reached the pinnacle of the world, whether military or cultural, so that the world is beyond reach, especially the unparalleled atmosphere, the kind of sea that generally embraces all things, that is absolutely "unprecedented and unprecedented". Far from it.

Wu Qing took out a bean cake, and Aunt Wu filled a bowl of rice porridge, and handed it to the refugees who came, and the refugees did not thank them, but took them in their hands and walked directly to the side and squatted down to eat. The onlookers were a little distracted, thinking that this person was too rude, and you had to thank you for giving you porridge.

"What kind of person is this, people give porridge, and they don't even say thank you."

Wu Qing was stunned for a moment, and didn't think there was anything wrong, thinking about these people who had left their hometowns, so he said: "Do your best to make a little effort, what a good way, besides, as my Tang people, we should help each other. ”

The onlookers saw that Wu Qing, a yellow-mouthed boy, could also say something, so they didn't say anything anymore, after all, the sentence "as a citizen of the Tang Dynasty" made them a little embarrassed.

The eyes of the refugees who were eating and drinking on the side burst into a striking gaze.

With the arrival of the first refugee, other refugees also arrived one after another, still a bowl of rice porridge and a palm-sized bean cake, which is tantamount to giving the fleeing refugees a chance to live.

Looking at these refugees who were grateful for their kindness, Wu Qing was not happy at all because he had earned prestige, his eyes showed sadness, his ability in this era was really limited, he did not have huge financial resources, and he did not have strong rights, he could only help dozens of people. And those high-ranking families can help thousands of people, but they don't pay attention to these so-called "untouchables" at all.

By the time it got dark, the three wooden barrels of porridge and the three baskets of bean cakes were finished, but there were still dozens of refugees waiting.

When the last bowl of porridge was delivered, Wu Qing said in a hoarse voice: "Fathers, elders, sisters, there is no rice left in the house today, and I hope you can understand that I and my mother have done our best, and I am deeply ashamed of it." ”

The refugee did not express displeasure or scolding, but only sighed, and crouched in place expressionlessly. The onlookers also slowly dispersed, and they sighed for the benevolence of Wuqing's mother and son, they would not help these refugees, because their lives were not easy.

Just as Wu Qing and Aunt Wu were cleaning up the guys, a girl's voice came from behind.

"Brother Samurai."