The prefect of Wuzhou rushed to the government early in the morning, and when he learned that the king of Huainan took people to leave, he went to inspect other places, although the king of Huainan looked gentle and elegant, but he acted resolutely, fortunately he only stayed in Wuzhou for one day.

In the early summer, at noon, Li Lin and his entourage rode to Yongxian, and several porridge sheds were set up outside the city gate as usual, and there were fewer people waiting for soup porridge than outside Wuzhou, and the displaced people were either recruited by the government along the way in the form of work relief, or they had already flowed to the capital.

In a place far away from the porridge shed, Qingshuang brought a big stone, laid a handkerchief and asked Li Lin to sit down and rest, he himself went to the porridge shed to see, each big pot is thick porridge, the kind that will not be poured when you put chopsticks in the bowl.

Qingshuang felt that she was being taken care of by Ayu, and returned to Li Lin's side with some annoyance, and said in a low voice: "Your Highness...... I was wrong again, what the kid said was not the truth, the porridge was very good, and he should be full. ”

Last night, Qingshuang relayed Ayu's original words, she set off from Qizhou, passing through four prefectures and counties along the way, only Wuzhou's soup porridge can be full, and other places can only drink water.

It stands to reason that the household allocates relief grain according to the number of porridge sheds, and the porridge may not all be to the extent that the chopsticks cannot fall, but it will not be full of water.

Li Lin was originally going to stay in Wuzhou for three days, but when he heard the news, he immediately decided to set off on the second day to check on distant prefectures and counties.

Li Lin smiled when he heard Qingshuang's words, and then said lightly: "You either change your clothes, go and try the porridge, and talk to someone by the way." ”

"This ......"

Qingshuang was stunned for a moment, and understood that His Royal Highness was punishing him in a different way, so that he could also experience the suffering of the homeless, and he knew that this was the case, so it was better to agree to spend money to set up a porridge shed last night.

Without waiting for Qingshuang to speak, Li Lin stood up, his eyes were a little serious, "I'll take someone to the county government now, Shen Shi will start from here, and he will rush to Yongzhou before dark, you can eat porridge there again and see what the difference is." ”

Qingshuang watched Li Lin ride his horse into the city gate, and it took him half a day to come back to his senses, he was selected as a royal guard since he was a child, and practicing martial arts is also a chore, but he has suffered such a crime, and he can't help but hate Ayu a little bit in his heart.

"Go find me a coarse cloth garment!" Qingshuang reluctantly ordered his subordinates.

After a quarter of an hour, his men returned with a set of patched coarse cloth garments, which he had paid for the homeless people, and gave him enough money to buy two new sets of clothes.

Looking for a bush, Qingshuang took off her dark robe, took the coarse cloth clothes, held her breath and began to wear it, the martial arts practitioner had a lot of strength, and accidentally tore out a cut, just on the shoulder, and the white skin didn't look like a fleeing person.

The subordinate looked at it for a long time in embarrassment, and cautiously suggested, "My lord, why don't you put some dirt on it for you?" ”

The soup kitchen outside the city took a big spoon to serve porridge to the homeless people in turn, and suddenly saw a tall man with a straight waist, although his clothes were torn enough, and his face was dusty, but the bowl in his hand was shiny, and the soup kitchen man muttered in his heart, and he did not dare to slack off, and this morning he got the news that the king of Huainan was coming, and each pot of porridge put half a bag of rice.

Qingshuang took the porridge, strode to the shade of the tree, anyway, the clothes on his body were dirty enough, so he sat on the ground at will, and set off in the morning to now, he was really a little hungry, listening to His Highness's meaning, he didn't plan to let him eat anything else, and the next meal was to eat the porridge.

Since you don't have a choice, it's better to settle for it, in fact, when he was fifteen years old, Qingshuang had already followed the Huainan King to fight on the battlefield, and it was common for him to sleep in the open, and he was not such a squeamish person.

Qingshuang just took a sip, felt someone staring at him next to him, and turned his head to see a five or six-year-old boy, with a dirty face, holding an unclean empty bowl, and staring at him with a bowl of porridge in his hand.