Although a lot of the silver in the treasury has been smuggled away by Concubine Wu and Tobe Shangshulian, the strength of the Dongli Great Power has not wavered. The most serious crime committed by Concubine Wu and Hubu Shangshu was actually to increase taxes on the people privately, but they were pressed down layer by layer to deceive the court.

Boxes of gold and silver were brought out of the treasury and soon replaced with cartloads of white rice and fine flour, quilts and medicinal herbs. The second batch of disaster relief materials was collected and immediately rushed to Beixian, which happened to be the seventh day of heavy rain.

Rain, light.

The disaster relief team pushed the cart one after another, and there was a dirt road to Beixian, and it was very difficult to walk on the mud on the road, so it took almost half an hour for all the people to pass.

"That's not right." When they were all gone, Chi Jing, who was hiding in the tree, jumped down and squatted down on the dirt road with a slight frown.

"What's wrong, girl?" The jade bottle also jumped down. Today, Wuhua Lou was taken care of by Liuli and Changming and others, and the girl asked her to come out with her.

"Jade bottle, do you know where these people are coming from, and where are these things going to be shipped?" Chi Jing asked rhetorically.

"Girl, I don't have clairvoyance, of course I don't know." Jade Bottle shook her head.

"This is the material sent by the imperial court to Beixian for disaster relief." It was Lingyun who sent Qingfeng to tell her privately, but Qingfeng only said how many truckloads of supplies there were, what time and where they would depart, who would be responsible for transporting them, and where they would pass through, and nothing else.

She guessed that Ling Yun's purpose in telling her this was to explain the reason why he helped Wan Sheng...

So, she did come. Thinking of this, Chi Jing couldn't help but despise himself again. Knowing that there was a flood but not saying it, now that the flood has happened, I can't help but care about it to find out, it's really hypocritical...

"So, what's wrong with what the girl just said?" The jade bottle didn't ask Chi Jing how he knew the origin of these materials, anyway, the girl said that they were disaster relief materials, that is, disaster relief materials.

"The weight is wrong, it's too light." Chi Jing pointed to the ruts in the way.

Only then did the jade bottle notice that on such a muddy road, the indentations left by the cart full of supplies after driving on the road were not very deep. As soon as he left the capital, the materials for disaster relief were replaced. No... Maybe it wasn't changed, but there were so few supplies prepared.

"These people are too much!" Jade Bottle clenched her fists and gritted her teeth, she was a person who was deeply affected by the drought twelve years ago, and she knew better than anyone how important disaster relief materials were to the victims. A bowl of white rice that no one will pick up and eat even if it falls to the ground in the capital, and you can buy a human life in the disaster area...

"Jade bottle, I... I would like to make a trip to North County in person. Chi Jingdao pursed his lips, his mood was indescribably complicated.

"Girl, I'll go too!" The jade bottle said, there was burning anger and unwillingness in his eyes, and more stubbornness.

...

The rain stopped.

The water was slowly receding, and as the sewage slowly flowed, there were drowned animals, animals, and human carcasses, and after the manure tank overflowed, the filth and floating corpses were mixed and floated together.

The smell in the air is extremely unpleasant, but people who have been smelling it for a few days seem to be imperceptible.

The surviving victims were settled in more than a dozen makeshift bamboo huts, and each person's face was deeply numb after being sad to the extreme.

Small wooden boats shuttled back and forth, scooping up floating corpses visible to the naked eye wherever they went.

Each boat is equipped with two handymen who know how to use water, and the handymen cover their mouths and noses with cloth towels to avoid smelling too much corpse. At first, he didn't dare to start salvage, but seeing that others were fast and accurate, soon the corpses were piled up in the whole boat, returned to the shore and put down, and quickly came out to fish for a second boat.

Only then did he have to stiffen his scalp and close his eyes not to look at the corpses that were swollen and could not make out his facial features, and became more and more numb and skillfully scooped up.

These handymen were chosen from among the survivors. For every 100 floating corpses fished up, each person will be rewarded with an extra bowl of white rice every day. You must know that all the victims drank rice soup that was too thin to be thinner, and a bowl of white rice was more expensive than gold in this place after the flood, which was only affordable for the officers and soldiers from the capital, and they were not willing to do such an unfortunate thing.

"There are so many people who have died, it's pitiful." A small soldier said, sighing helplessly.

"Yo, what is this?" A veteran walked over with a bamboo stick in his mouth and picking his teeth. Transporting supplies was a manual task, and the fatigue of the past few days made him eat five bowls of rice and a large bowl of roast goose in a row.

"Uncle, have you ever seen anything worse than this?" Xiao Bing also put away the sympathy of that moment, and said with a hippie smile.

"Of course I did, twelve years ago in Gucheng." The veteran patted his belly and ate a little...

"Uncle, tell me about it?" The little soldier was interested when he heard it. He hadn't read much, but he loved to hear from veterans of the army about what they had seen and heard before.

"At that time..."The veteran bit the bamboo stick in his mouth in a different direction, and proudly wanted to turn over the dusty past for a long time to dry.

...

"Hey, hey, you two idle... Why don't you come over and help, you have to distribute porridge to the victims. ”

Just about to start, he was interrupted. The veteran snorted "bah", and then said "spoiled", and walked towards the greenhouse with the little soldiers.

"It's such a bunch of starving ghosts, shouting hungry and hungry all day long, it's really troublesome. These people don't know what to do while they're still alive, and they're going to die sooner or later anyway. Now it will take half a day for Lao Tzu to divide a porridge, and his hands will be numb. The veteran thought in pieces, his face full of displeasure.

"Uncle, don't say that, these people are gone, it's really miserable." The little soldier smiled awkwardly, and some disagreed with the old soldier's behavior. Everyone is going to die sooner or later, and if you have a chance to survive, of course, you have to choose to survive.

"You know the! You kid hasn't grown all the hair, you haven't seen it, I said it's not the worst. The veteran pushed the soldier with contempt, and the soldier tilted his body, smiled shyly, and stopped talking.

But he quickly understood every word the veteran said.

When the two of them walked towards the greenhouse, several officers and soldiers suddenly walked out of the greenhouse, followed by a thin woman with a haggard expression and no answers. Seeing this, the veteran laughed strangely: "Hey, old dog, so many people go to see the doctor together?" ”

"Go, go, Laipi, while going, you don't care." The veteran, nicknamed Old Dog, who was at the forefront, smiled at him, and continued to walk towards the forest in front of him with some impatience.

"Uncle, didn't you say you were going to share the porridge? Where do they go? Where did the woman go? Sick? "There are a lot of rules in the army, and he doesn't know much about them, but fortunately, this veteran has been going out of his way to explain to him, so he usually has some respect and calls him uncle.

"Sick? Hahaha. The veteran smiled happily, "So I said that you haven't grown all the hair, and you haven't tasted a woman yet, right?" ”

"Uncle, what do you mean—" The little soldier still struggled to understand.

"Sleep once and change to a bowl of white rice. Don't even mention it, there are a few of these victims who look good. It's a pity that they must have been picked up by the top first. The veteran said, showing some aftertaste.

Sleep once, a bowl of white rice. This sentence is straightforward enough, and the little soldier finally understands it. He stopped and looked behind him, and the few people who had just taken the woman had already gone into the woods, and there was no figure in sight.

He sighed and hurried to follow.