The imperial mansion is relatively remote, about half an hour away from the center of Qingcheng, and the ears are gradually noisy.

Chu Yao lifted the curtain and watched the people walking in the streets and alleys in poverty, and they had lost the style of Qingcheng.

"Haven't you already distributed the property collected from the uncle's mansion to the people? Why is this still the case? Chu Yao felt that it was not right, even if it couldn't help a lot, but it could relieve the fire, why did the people's lives still not improve?

As if hearing Chu Yao's questioning, Chu He outside got off the horse, called a stop, and invited Chu Yao and Su Zhimo off the sedan chair.

Su Zhimo got out of the car first, and then carefully led Chu Yao out of the car.

Chu He looked at the clasped hands of the two on the side, his eyes were deep, his lips were tight, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Chu Yao looked sideways, as if he had noticed Chu He's strangeness, but the haze on Chu He's face disappeared instantly, and there was a touch of tenderness.

She smiled back.

The gaze fell on the filthy people on both sides of the road, once the richest city, but now full of beggars and the disabled.

"Under the persecution of Uncle Yin Guo, all the men in Qingcheng went to build the embankment, and the dead and wounded, without any pension, the remaining women and children could only struggle to make ends meet, until they could no longer hold on."

Chu He opened his mouth and explained: "Childe may not know, those copied silver taels are of no use at all, there is no home, no people, and there is no place to use the money, even if there is, it can't buy anything." ”

The rich people in Qingcheng have all moved out of Qingcheng, and the wealthy businessmen have also left, leaving only a group of women, children and disabled men who have no ability.

And the mob is made up of these poor people.

Chu Yao frowned, looking at a child as old as Su Chuqing lying on the ground, skinny as wood.

She was a little distressed.

took a few steps forward and was stopped by Chu He, who looked at her and shook his head: "They may attack you." ”

"It doesn't matter." Chu Yao didn't mind, "They are not mobs, they are ordinary people." ”

She took out the prepared food and herbs, took out a steamed bun, and handed it to the boy.

The boy looked at her blankly, without any aggression, and didn't even dare to pick up the steamed buns.

The boy looked at his hand, then at Bai Huahua's steamed bun, shook his head, and didn't take it.

Chu Yao understood what the boy meant, took a handkerchief, soaked it with water, and wiped his hands in person: "The boy is ambitious, and he should be informal." But keeping yourself clean is also the foundation of your life, eat steamed buns, take you to wash? ”

The boy blinked his eyes, looked at his gradually clean palms, his eyes were thick, and he murmured in a low voice: "Mother's ......"

Chu Yao's heart shook suddenly.

He looked up at the boy and sighed.

"Eat, good." Chu Yao touched his head.

The boy ate the steamed bun obediently, one bite at a time, chewing slowly, like a child brought out by a big family.

"We also want steamed buns, we want to eat, we want to eat!"

Seeing the hot steamed buns, the people around them were hungry and rushed in the direction of Chu Yao.

Su Zhimo took the grain from Chu Yao, and then distributed the grain one by one close to the people, subconsciously keeping them away from Chu Yao.

Chu Yao frowned, he didn't expect the situation in Qingcheng to be so serious.

The emperor is far away, if he is really in the imperial city, if he doesn't see it with his own eyes, he doesn't know that Qingcheng has been ruined.