On the first day of the seventh month of the second year of the stars, at noon. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoLuoyang, the imperial capital of the Eastern Han Dynasty.

It has been more than an hour since he came to Luoyang, Feng Yi strolled through the streets, looking at the bustling flow of people and the forest of wine shops and shops, the prosperous scene made it difficult to imagine that in fact, this dynasty was in danger.

Silver horses and golden cars are endless, and acrobatic ventriloquism from time to time causes pieces of applause.

But in stark contrast to these scenes of prosperity and peace are the beggars cowering in the corners of the wide road.

Among these beggars are those who have fled their hometowns due to natural disasters, and there are also refugees who have fled the scourge of war because they fear that the Yellow Turbans are not the teachers of heaven as they preach.

Looking at the eyes of longing, unwillingness, sadness, numbness, and despair on those thin cheeks, Feng Yi's heart was touched again.

He asked himself again, is this really a game?

The people of the imperial capital with red faces watched the juggling performance excitedly, while the paralyzed refugees in the corner looked at the steamed bun stalls on the side of the road with great eagerness;

The diners in the wine shop were eating meat and talking, and the seven or eight young beggars under the windows of the wine shop were constantly sniffing the aroma out of the window.

They only dared to curl up under the window, if they appeared at the door, they would definitely be beaten by the shopkeeper, and they would not be able to say that the already dry body would be directly killed.

It is not speculation, but they have witnessed the lives of many people, including their loved ones, who tried to rush into the liquor store to beg for food......

Feng Yi forced himself to stop paying attention to these, but instinct prevented him from doing so.

He knows very well that there are hundreds of millions of refugees in this world, and there may be tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands in Luoyang alone, and he can't do anything at all.

However, emotions prevailed over reason at this point.

He secretly found many reasons for himself, such as those unkempt and skinny teenagers who were very similar to him when he was a child; For example, he only helps what is in front of him, in order to have peace of mind; Another example is buying people's hearts......

Feng Yi's tightly clenched hands in his sleeve robe slowly loosened, and a money bag appeared in his right hand, and then handed it to Kang Ping behind him and said, "Kang Ping, buy those two steamed bun stalls and let the stall owner steam the steamed buns with all his might." ”

Kang Ping took the money bag and asked puzzledly: "Lord, what are we buying so many steamed buns for?" ”

"Give it to them." Feng Yi pouted at the refugees.

"This, yes!" Kang Ping couldn't help but hesitate when he heard this, but when he saw the determined look in Feng Yi's eyes, he had to nod yes, and then took ten Zixiao guards and walked towards the steamed bun stall.

After letting Jing Jing Si take charge of settling down, and at the same time letting Ram Wangshu take charge of the affairs of Wuji Town, Feng Yi took Kang Ping and thirty Zixiao Guards from Linhe City to Luoyang.

Now the grain in Wuji Town has already been harvested, and it has also given the Ram Wangshu Market the right to manage and use it, and at the same time, it has also saved the disaster of the Huns, so Feng Yi rushed here with confidence.

Even if something happened, he and a few Zixiao guards who came with him were parasitic with the Dark Stripe Bee, and they would soon receive the news.

After coming to Luoyang, they didn't have time to buy a property, but they had already arranged for two Zixiao Guards to contact.

After shopping for a while, Feng Yi planned to take everyone to find a place to eat, but he didn't expect to encounter this incident.

Perhaps this street is one of the most prosperous commercial streets in the city, and the number of beggars gathered here is also the most, and there are hundreds of people who can be seen now, and if you add the ones you have seen all the way, there must be at least one or two thousand.

It wasn't long before a commotion came to mind, and half of the street began to be in chaos.

"Steamed buns! Steamed bread! ”

"I want steamed buns, I want steamed buns!"

"Woo, child, there are steamed buns to eat, great, you are waiting here obediently, mother is going to grab the steamed buns!"

"Grandpa, if you hold on a little longer, you will have something to eat soon. You must hold on, and your grandson will go to get the steamed buns. ”

"Get out, get out of here! The steamed bun is mine! It's mine, it's all mine! ”

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The people in the streets were startled by the crazy refugees, and they looked at the eyes that were as red as mad cows, and they all hid aside in fear.

At the same time, the crowd in the liquor stores and shops was also alarmed, and they all poked their heads out to see what was going on......

Watching some adult refugees frantically crash away and even beat the women, the elderly, and children in front of him, Feng Yi couldn't help but feel a chill in his eyes.

Looking at Zi Xiaowei, who had changed into an ordinary samurai uniform in order to avoid unnecessary trouble, he said:

"Go, troublemakers, those who don't line up will waste their limbs! But be careful not to cause death. ”

"No!"

Fourteen of the eighteen Zixiao guards behind him immediately came out, and they walked quickly to the two steamed bun stalls in two teams.

"Stinky ****, dare to stand in the way of Lao Tzu! Hum! The steamed bun is mine! ”

An unkempt man with a relatively strong body grabbed the hair of a middle-aged woman in front of him and threw it to the side, and then continued to squeeze forward with a frenzied face.

"Huh? You, ah! ”

At this moment, a young man dressed in a blue samurai suit and carrying a long sword at his waist suddenly appeared in front of him, and the unkempt man who had fallen into madness was about to rush forward with a sneer, but unfortunately he was screamed loudly by the sudden severe pain.

This scream caused the frantic crowd to froze for a moment, and then more screams rang out one after another.

The infinitely crazy crowd of refugees was suddenly awakened by these screams, and they stopped for a while and did not dare to make the slightest movement.

They've seen so many random killings of refugees, and they're worried about whether it's their turn this time.

For a while, endless fear permeated my heart, and my heart was infinitely desperate. Why is God so cruel? Is his future either starving to death or being killed?

More than ten meters away from the steamed bun stall, a very ordinary-looking carriage was blocked by the flow of refugees, and the horsemen on the carriage watched nervously the movements of the refugees around them.

And the two women in the car's maid costumes were also tense. Only the woman sitting in the middle was not very nervous, just frowned slightly, and looked out through the curtain.

"Miss, let's come out less in the future, it's too chaotic outside." A maid held the short knife in her left sleeve tightly with her right hand, but looked at the woman in the middle and said sadly.

"Alas, these refugees are so pitiful, hunger drives people crazy, and they are not to blame for the crazy actions of those people. It's just that my father has always been honest and thrifty, and I can't help them even if I want to. ”

A look of compassion appeared on the woman's delicate face, and she shook her head and sighed a little unbearably.

"Miss, they are just a bunch of people, and you will still speak for them at this time. You see, several women have been beaten and can't get up. ”

The other maid pouted.

The woman sighed secretly when she heard the words and did not speak, but there was sadness in her eyes. Zhumen wine and meat are Pang Chi, and the Han family has no rice and white bones. In this world, when will the people be able to enjoy the countryside in peace?

Feng Yi came to a single-wheeled cart in the middle of the two steamed bun stalls, and then jumped to stand on the railing of the car and shouted:

Feng couldn't bear everyone starving to death on the streets, so he ordered these two steamed bun stalls and prepared to give everyone a full meal!

How do you know that someone is cruel to women, children, the old and weak, hum! How could a dignified seven-foot man do such a despicable thing!

Today I can ignore your previous barbarism, and let you eat a mouthful. But then, I hope that you able-bodied people will be able to fend for themselves.

Whether you enlist in the army or work as a coolie, these can at least keep you alive.

As for those women and children, who are old and weak, Feng Mou's ability is limited and cannot be provided for a long time, but you can also take on some chores such as sewing and mending clothes.

In short, the road is to be walked by yourself! No one will be able to help you for the rest of your life!

Okay, if you want to eat steamed buns, just line up obediently, if someone dares to make trouble, I won't be polite! ”

Hearing Feng Yi's words, the refugees who had gathered together couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief in their hearts, and at the same time, a burst of hope shone in their eyes.

The intestines were already hungry on the belly, and this time I was finally able to eat a full meal.

As for finding a job, some people began to think about it secretly, but some people didn't care about it at all, as long as they could fill their stomachs at the moment......

Under the previous lesson and the fierce eyes of more than two dozen Zixiao Guards, no one dared to make trouble anymore, and began to obediently line up in a few long lines.

From time to time, someone in front led four or five steaming steamed buns to leave with tears streaming down their faces, but the line behind not only did not decrease, but became longer and longer.

It was the refugees from afar who heard the news and kept coming.

The people of Luoyang watched this scene silently, some praised Feng Yi's actions, some scoffed, some were insensitive, and some were sad for the refugees who were embarrassed like lost dogs......

Ten minutes have passed, and more than 500 refugees have already received steamed buns, but the crowd in the rear is not missing at all.

Feng Yi had no choice but to send people into various liquor stores to prepare steamed buns in the store, and reopened a few steamed bun distribution points.

At the same time, he also rented a few large water tanks and placed them nearby, but some people almost choked to death because they were too eager to eat.

The owners of the two steamed bun stalls were already kneading their dough and their arms were already sore, but fortunately, people who sympathized with the refugees joined in to help them with au pairs.

Half an hour later, seeing that the black team was still gone, Feng Yi couldn't help but feel helpless.

Sighing secretly, Feng Yi whispered a few words to a Zixiao guard beside him.

The prices of this Eastern Han Dynasty were significantly higher than in other places, and he had already spent close to ten gold coins, and he could only take out another ten gold coins to deal with the remaining refugees.

However, he doesn't have much energy to spend here, and the next ten gold coins can help as many people as possible.

When the money is spent, the shopkeepers and stall owners will stop supplying.