As soon as they saw the broken silver falling from the sky, the old man and the child who were lying on the ground suddenly jumped up as if they had been suddenly injected with stimulants, and rushed madly towards the silver stained with mud and dust. The silver was scattered all over the ground, each as small as a pebble, and rolled down in all directions, blending with the dust.

The pair of hands as thin as dry wood groped on the ground repeatedly, one pair pressed over another, one pair dirty over another, several old people were knocked to the ground, children rolled on the cold stone street, the scene was unspeakably sad.

In the eyes of these dignitaries, the poor are just like monkeys in the forest, as long as you can afford to pay for it, you can be played by others.

For the poor, in the face of the cruel reality, any dignity and any backbone can be thrown away.

If you don't bow your head to life, life will also weigh you down with its momentum, so that you can't raise your head.

"It's too much!" Song Ling said indignantly, she couldn't stand it at all, and she was going to teach the arrogant young man a lesson when she picked up her sword.

But he was pulled by Duan Suiyi, and he lowered his voice and said, "That is Gao Gai's eldest son, Gao Shi, who is the assassin of Bingzhou, and he can't be offended." ”

"We were ordered to recruit soldiers, and we are afraid that he will not succeed." Song Ling glanced at him unevenly, wanting to break free from his shackles, "Look at what the state has made him look like, no wonder Murong Yue asked us to recruit troops." ”

Under Song Ling's struggle, the strength in Duan Sui's hand did not decrease, he insisted, "Song Ling, your injuries are not healed yet, listen to me, don't make trouble in Bingzhou, and ...... for you and me."

He paused, and then said deeply, "Also, for the sake of King Zhongshan." ”

This sentence reached Song Ling's heart, her heart sank inexplicably, she is not a person now, and she can no longer do anything as casually as before.

Think about a hundred steps before you take a step.

Fenghuang didn't have a firm foothold in Guanzhong, how could she offend the general's son?

While Song Ling was struggling and pondering, Gao Shi had already whipped his horse away, looking at the poor people who were in a mess, he only left a playful evil smile, like a judge of hell, whipped the wandering ghost with a red-hot iron sword.

Song Ling clenched her fists fiercely, and she really hated that ugly face.

The right and wrong, good and evil in her eyes, why are they so helpless in many cases.

Death, the people suffer; Xing, the people are still suffering.

She couldn't help but hesitate, can Emperor Feng and her really give the world a place of stability to these poor people?

"Song Ling." Seeing that Song Ling hadn't spoken for a long time, Duan Sui couldn't help but shake her.

She sighed, shook off Duan Sui's hand, and walked towards the crowd still squatting to pick up money.

An old man with gray hair and looked very old, and his eyesight, which accelerated his regression, made him move slowly, and he searched for a long time on the ground, but he did not touch a small grain of silver.

He should have enjoyed his old age in peace, and his body should have rested, but he was dressed in tattered single clothes, and he didn't know which garbage heap he had picked up, and he was lying on the cold ground in the biting cold, and his nose was red from the cold, and his nose was about to stick to the ground.

Song Ling didn't know how Duan Sui felt when she saw this situation, but she felt a deep pain in her heart, those sadness and helplessness were what she saw today, but they were what these people were experiencing every day.

She stepped forward to help the old man, took out a silver ingot from her arms, and handed it to the old man.

The dry, chapped palm was like a worn blunt knife, about to cut her skin and her heart.

The black, broken nails were like smoky blades, cut into her eyes and on her heart.

She couldn't help but imagine the staggering figure groping in countless stormy days and nights, the thin palm crawling on countless dirty grounds, with nowhere to live, and the west wind was fierce.

Song Ling's tears flowed out involuntarily, sad for this uncle, and even more sad for thousands of poor people like him in this world.

The old man trembled and took the silver from Song Ling's hand, touched it repeatedly in his palm, and then sent the silver to his mouth in disbelief, biting it with the few remaining teeth.

Then, he trembled even more.

"Yes, it's silver?!" He exclaimed in surprise and surprise.

Song Ling's heart collapsed at once, and there were too many surging emotions in his chest, and finally turned into tears that broke the embankment, dripping on the cold long street.

Let you attack the city and seize the fortress, let you step on the four directions, but you still can't give these people the most basic food and clothing.

How can she not be sad?

When the other people heard the old man's call, they all swarmed around, they looked at the silver ingot in the old man's hand, and then at Song Ling, and their hanging hands tended to open slightly.

There were about 100 of them, including the elderly, children, and injured people with broken arms, and the three layers inside and the outer three layers surrounded Song Ling and the old man. Although Song Ling is dressed up in men's clothes today, his body is always slender, and if they all come up and rob him, Song Ling will have nothing to do.

However, no one dared to step forward to rob Song Ling.

Song Ling looked at her brocade clothes, and immediately understood that although she was not luxurious, she was also a child of an official eunuch.

How dare they act at will?

It's just that the longing in their eyes is so heavy.

Thinking of this, Song Ling's tears became even more uncontrollable, and with her deep sigh, she poured down.

Although the old man's vision was blurred, he could hear Song Ling's crying somewhat, and he trembled and handed the silver back, "If your family has an emergency, take it back and use it first." ”

He thought that her sadness was because she was reluctant to pay for money.

Song Ling stuffed the silver back into the old man's hand and cried even more.

From childhood to adulthood, she thought that she had seen all the things in the world, mediated between the powerful, step by step, from guarding the Song family to guarding the Fenghuang, she thought that as long as she accompanied him to fight in the Quartet and revive the Yan Kingdom, the world would be too peaceful and stable, and the people would be able to live and work in peace and contentment.

However, now that they have raised troops, and Bingzhou is already the territory of Dayan, but the people here are still living in dire straits, still without clothes and food.

They saw the whole world, but they did not see the people.

She couldn't hold back any longer, and cried loudly on Governor Street.

People looked at the young master who was crying in tears, a rich and noble family, if they don't worry about food and clothing, what else can they be sad about?

Duan Sui stood not far away, looking deeply at her sadness, her sadness, her sadness, silently listening to her cuckoo's cry of blood, and his iron heart that was originally solid as a city wall couldn't help but be slightly moved.

He knew that she was sad for the people and for this troubled world.

However, there are thousands of poor people in the world, and with their thin bodies, they can't help the people in the whole world, and he can only do it alone.