Okay," the doctor didn't dare to delay, and went directly to the child, but after the child walked a few steps, he suddenly turned around, then knelt on the snow, and kowtowed heavily to the porridge shed several times.

There is goodness in people's hearts, and people's hearts are flesh and blood, no matter who they are, the truth of people, all natures are good, and there is always some light in everyone's heart, and this light is the only trace in the darkness.

Everyone in the entire Weiguo Mansion will be busy, in the kitchen, the cook lady does not dare to stop, pot after pot of porridge is brought out, and then pot by pot is boiling, but even so, they dare not rest, because the queue is too long, if it is not today, they must not know, it turns out that there are so many people who can't eat on this snowy day.

Outside the porridge shed has always been bright, it is in the middle of the night, the talent is gradually decreasing, but the snow is still falling, still has not stopped, goose feathers and heavy snow, from time to time falling down, not only a cold, but also a dead silence.

And this snow, I don't know how many lives have been buried.

Shen Qingci shrunk in the soft quilt, she hugged the quilt tightly, in fact, she was afraid, will there be a heavenly punishment, she has been waiting, but the waiting daze is asleep, until she opened her eyes again, but she found that she had nothing to do, is it difficult, is it because there are too many people, she has been saved together, and then she will be tortured again It is better to die?

"Sister, did you get up?"

Outside, Mama He had already come in with a basin of water, thinking, Shen Qingci should also get up, no matter how late she slept at night, she always woke up at this time, not late, not early, this is a habit that her sister has developed in the past few years.

"Get up," Shen Qingci sat up, there didn't seem to be any special discomfort, if there was really a heavenly punishment, she would feel it in advance, maybe it was because there were too many people, she might not be punished, if she wanted to be punished, she saw that her little life was going to end here.

Mama He hurriedly came over and helped Shen Qingci clean her hands and face with a cotton towel, this is the clothes that she had baked just now and put them on for Shen Qingci.

"Sister, it's snowing heavily today, so don't you go out, okay?"

"It's not good," Shen Qingci shook his head stubbornly, "Ah Ning wants to go out, and he wants to be with his sister." ”

Mama He couldn't say anything about Shen Qingci, so she could only add another piece of clothing to her and let her go out to give porridge with the eldest girl.

As soon as the door of the house was opened, there was already a long queue outside, there was no quarrel, and no one was crowded, and Da Ai was very consciously queuing, because they knew that no matter how long they waited or how long they waited, it would always be their turn, even if it was in the middle of the night, there was their share.

And as long as there is this meal, they can live, and if there is another meal tomorrow, they can live one more day, maybe they will really survive such a winter.

And by the beginning of spring next year, they will not die.

The porridge of the Weiguo Mansion is made of real white rice, and there are some dried vegetables in it, some salt, and some minced meat foam, although it is not much, but the taste is very fragrant, and the steamed buns are all steamed, almost the size of a child's face, this bowl of porridge, a steamed bun, in fact, can be enough for a family to eat for a day.

Shen Qingci can't do much by herself, this is the only thing she can do, the food in the house, in addition to what they eat themselves, and then give it to a few families, there is still a lot left, and they can continue to give porridge like this, until the ice melts, until the snow melts, and even can last for some more time.

She just hopes that she can survive one more day, then she can hold on one more day, and if she can have one more day, these victims may have hope of survival.

The house doctor also came over with his own medicine box, followed by several people who also carried the medicine box, they are all doctors, at this time, Shen Qingci, a little girl, can do this, these big husbands, is it not better than a child who is only eight years old?

So the doctor found the doctors he knew and talked to them about the matter, and these doctors naturally agreed.

Although the snow is still falling, the capital is not so hard, and it is no longer so deserted, everyone has hope to live, and there are more smiles.

Because the people of the Patriotic Mansion have said that they will always give porridge, as long as they come, every day.

With food, everyone can live, and if you eat, you have hope.

And now it's not just the Patriotic Mansion. Even King Jun's Mansion has a porridge shed, Princess Jun and the three county lords also came over voluntarily, relying on the Weiguo Mansion alone, it is far from enough, those victims can only receive one meal at most.

Junwang's mansion began to be soup kitchen, naturally, other families are also doing the same, setting up a porridge shed at the entrance of the house, whether it is new grain or old grain, in the end, it will be a mouthful of food for the people.

When the emperor heard this, he also pressed his hands the table, "You are not very good at talking, now say it, say it quickly, I will let you think about it, how to solve the matter of the heavy snow in Beijing, and you will push me back." ”

"Well, now it's okay, an eight-year-old and a thirteen-year-old, two children support the people of the entire capital, and their father is still guarding your borders, killing Chen and killing enemies for you, and even the family can't return."

"You have a face, eating the peace and grandeur that my Great Zhou soldiers exchanged for blood and flesh, but here they only say good things every day, and let the people of my capital freeze to death at the gate of your mansion like this."

"Your Majesty, there is really no extra food in our house."

A minister hurriedly knelt on the ground, on this cold day, the days of all the prefectures were tense, and even the grain stores in Beijing were closed a lot, they were afraid that they would not have enough to eat, how could they open the door to sell?

How did the Weiguo Mansion exist, how did the Junwang Mansion have. The emperor slapped the armrest of the dragon chair again.

"Lord Jun, you tell me, where did the food in your house come from, didn't it fall from the sky?"

Naturally not, Prince Jun stepped forward and saluted to the saint.

"Your Majesty, the ministers have changed three meals a day to one meal a day, and the saved food is taken out for the victims to eat.

"Two children can do it, as a Jun prince, as a man, how can I ignore the lives of the people?"