After talking for a while, Su Jingyun had a better understanding of the situation outside, and they didn't meet anyone along the way, so they only knew that they were not optimistic, but they didn't know what kind of situation the battle situation had developed.

Through the information from the prefect of Wang and Master Yang, it turned out that the emperor had died, and the strong attack of the Xirong people should be that the old emperor was still in charge, and various activities to resist the enemy were carried out in an orderly manner, but the next heavy snowfall was non-stop for a long time, food was scarce, and ordinary families could not eat enough, let alone prepare military rations. After all, the old emperor was old, and he first dealt with the rebellion of his former son, and even his favorite prince was gone, so he was stimulated a lot. The body is getting weaker and weaker.

A weakened tiger can no longer be feared. Kyoto was in chaos all of a sudden, because several princes had died at once, and the rest of the princes, although small, were also afraid, afraid that their father would kill them if they didn't like him that day. These concubines who changed this are also worried, and now that they have an opportunity, everyone can't help but start fighting again, and they are all princes who don't want to sit in that seat. Whoever is a courtier does not want to follow the dragon's merits, or is more daring, can coerce the Son of Heaven to order the princes.

Therefore, together with the defense of foreign enemies, they didn't care about it, and the minister who had stayed in Kyoto for a long time didn't know anything about the situation outside, and he commanded blindly, and the war was frequently lost. I never thought that the people of Kyoto would do this.

Su Jingyun knew that the Jiaqing Dynasty was no longer good. Troubled times are coming. He also has to plan well and find a place for their family in this troubled time. I will not put myself in a position where I am slaughtered by others.

Su Jingyun also knew that the son of the prefect of Wang was injured by an emotional refugee robbery on the way back to find his father, and after seeing Su Jingyun, Master Yang had seen the portrait of the Su family, so he took the liberty to ask for help.

After this kung fu, Su Jingyun made a decision, asked the three of them to wait outside the house for a while, and called the people from Nanshan Village over to discuss. Su Jingyun wanted to help these people, not only Governor Wang and Master Yang, but also other refugees, and he wanted to find some useful people from them.

Su Jingyun said seriously to the people who came with him: "Everyone should have heard it just now, the imperial court is like this, and there is no time to take care of us ordinary people. It may be even more chaotic in the future, and we can't hide all the time. I want to take advantage of this time to collect more people. What do you think so? ”

Everyone said: "We all listen to you, Brother Yun, you are capable people, follow you, we can rest assured." ”

"Yes, my father said that I should listen to Brother Yun for everything, I can't be wrong."

"Listen to Brother Yun, if you can, you can help, these people are also pitiful."

"yes, it's a big deal to go back and open up some wasteland."

"Listen to you, Brother Yun."

After listening to everyone's words, Su Jingyun was also relieved, "Then thank you, I will definitely make the people in our village better and better." ”

After making a decision, Su Jingyun took people and came out to call the three people who were waiting outside to see the situation of the son of the prefect of Wang's mansion and those refugees.

When everyone arrived at the place where the refugees had gathered, they saw a group of people in tattered clothes, with sallow faces, sitting and lying down without energy. As soon as they saw that they had passed, everyone sat down, looking at them with longing and fear.

Su Jingyun first went to see the son of the prefect of Wang's mansion, a young man who was only seventeen or eighteen years old, and a woman was taking care of him next to him. Su Jingyun checked it, there was no problem, he was beaten, and he couldn't eat enough, and the whole person fell into a coma. Su Jingyun stuffed him with a pill and asked the prefect Wang to feed him the porridge he was carrying.

Governor Wang, Master Yang also breathed a sigh of relief after listening to Su Jingyun's words. Especially the prefect of Wang, he now has such a son and a relative left. The old wife died early. He was both a father and a mother and pulled the children to grow up. The child is also sensible, he has been keen and studious since he was a child, and he obviously arranged for him to go to his uncle, but he still couldn't let go of being a father, and came back secretly. Looking at the child like this now, my heart is full of bitterness.

Master Yang handed his bowl to the two little girls who followed the woman. The little girl only took a sip and handed it to Master Yang. Master Yang didn't drink either, but beckoned to the children watching on the side, and these children also hurriedly ran over to surround Master Yang, taking a sip one by one.

Looking at all this, Su Jingyun turned back to Wang Dashi and said, "Dashi, go and bring the rice bag." ”

Wang Dashi responded and took out a bag of rice. Governor Wang, Master Yang, and the tall thin man looked at Su Jingyun in surprise.

Su Jingyun nodded and said, "Let's cook porridge for everyone." ”

The tall and thin man shouted all of a sudden: "Brother Zhao, come and cook porridge." It turned out that Zhao Di was the woman who scolded him before, his daughter-in-law. Just now she is taking care of the son of the prefect of the king's mansion.

There was a shock around, and Wang Dashi asked, "What about yesterday's pot?" ”

Wang Zhaodi hurriedly replied: "In the temple." ”

Although Su Jingyun disliked it, he also knew the current conditions, so he had to hurriedly advise: "Wash well." Be sure to wash it well. ”

Wang Zhaodi said in a loud voice: "Son, don't worry, the little woman will take someone to wash." Be sure to wash it cleanly. ”

Su Jingyun glanced at her a few times, this tall and thin man is thin, and it can be seen that his personality is quite pungent, but he is quick to do things and has a certain ability.

In the process of cooking porridge, Su Jingyun also chatted with the thin and tall man, knowing that his name was Ge Liangcai, who was originally a showman, he taught children in the village, and he had to be restrained a few times a month, and he couldn't do anything else, and his wife was in charge of the family. has a good temperament, knows his wife's happiness and suffering, and always lets his wife, and after a long time, he is a little afraid.

After asking a few more words, it turned out that they were not from Wusu, but they were not far from here, and the people of Ji'an Province in the south of Wusu were caught by the Xirong people when they fled because of the war, and they went back to the grassland with them to resume their lives, and they were slaves and vegetable people along the way, and they were frightened.

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A cauldron was set up like that, and the firewood below was burning vigorously, and the top was already boiling, steaming with heat and aroma.

Around the cauldron, the refugees, young and old, all swallowed their saliva vigorously. At the same time, there was more anger and hope on their faces, it seemed that the son and they had the intention of containing them, and the ability of Su Jingyun and his party was what they had seen with their own eyes, which made them feel hopeful in their hearts.

Although Master Yang and the tall and thin man were somewhat majestic among the refugees, they obviously could not be compared with Su Jingyun.

Wang Dashi stirred the rice porridge vigorously with a large spoon, and I don't know which refugee Wang Zhaodi found this spoonful. Seeing that he kept pouting, Su Jingyun smiled beside him: "What, reluctantly?" ”

Wang Dashi touched his head and said, "It's a little, and besides, there are so many people, I'm afraid I won't be able to support them."

Su Jingyun smiled, his eyes were deep, and he said calmly: "Dashi, the world is chaotic, and we people in Nanshan Village can live and live, but when they see us alive and have food, someone will come to grab it, and I don't want to become like these people, being treated as slaves and vegetables." We need more people to gather the strength of all to survive in this troubled world. ”

Wang Dashi also knows that there is a lot of power in people, and yesterday's scene made him chill, he didn't want to be eaten. At the moment, he said: "Listen to Brother Yun." ”

Su Jingyun smiled and patted him on the shoulder, and Wang Dashi cracked his mouth and laughed.

When the aroma of rice porridge spread, Su Jingyun personally picked up the spoon, and the refugees below were in a commotion, and the surging hunger made it difficult for them all to hold themselves, but when Su Jingyun and a group of people behind him looked over, no one dared to move.

Wang Zhaodi, who was on the side, took the lead and shouted: "Okay, come one by one, today's adults give porridge, you drink porridge, but you must remember who gave you the kindness of life, and you must remember the duty of being a human being." ”

One by one, the ragged refugees came up and took turns to fetch porridge, with Su Jingyun's prestige among them, and the other people from Nanshan Village were staring, no one dared to move, even the men among them were also behaving properly.

Governor Wang's Mansion and Master Qi also reacted, and they were also on the side to help maintain order.

Su Jingyun scooped the porridge, and the refugees all bowed when they came up, whimpering, "Thank you, Master Su." Then I couldn't wait to lift my bowl, and after getting the porridge, I was busy drinking it, and many people were crying while drinking, thinking that they would not be able to live, but they didn't expect to be able to drink rice porridge again in this life.

Su Jingyun saw the two couples pulling the child up, especially the man with his head hanging and holding a broken bowl in his hand, he came to Su Jingyun, knelt on the ground with a bang, and then kowtowed hard, knocking the blood on his forehead.

Su Jingyun silently poured porridge into their bowls.

The two couples were each surrounded by two children, a man and a woman, Su Jingyun looked at them, if he hadn't appeared, these two children would have become food in the mouths of others. At this moment, is there such a tragedy of dehumanization in other places?

The little boy was quite sensible, and after he received the porridge, although he swallowed his saliva, he still thanked Su Jingyun sensibly first, and said innocently: "Little stone, thank you, my lord, is the god of heaven coming down to save us?" ”

Su Jingyun smiled, reached out and touched his head.

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After everyone received the direct share, Su Jingyun also gave a bowl to Prefect Wang's Mansion and Master Yang.

Seeing that everyone was eating, the two of them took it and devoured it, but the speed of drinking porridge was not much slower than that of the refugees below. Wang Zhifu's tears flowed uncontrollably, and he wiped them vigorously with his sleeves.

After drinking the porridge, Master Yang said with emotion: "I didn't expect a bowl of porridge to be so delicious. ”

Wang Zhifu was also full of emotion, and couldn't help but say: "Yes, who would have thought of it." ”

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