Hunt Qi went over, stuffed a few taels of silver into the soldiers guarding the city, whispered a few words to him, the soldiers' faces showed joy, and soon let the refugees in, and the refugees poured in like a tide, and walked past Ziwei one after another, and melted into the ranks of the refugees in Liancheng. (Just to the Pen Fun Pavilion)/.. /

Some of the refugees in Liancheng were also yellow-skinned and skinny, holding broken bowls in their hands and grateful, rushing towards the west of the city, for fear that they would not be able to drink porridge if they were late.

Ay!

Ziwei sighed, according to this situation, it is estimated that the disaster in the south this year is very serious. In addition to the severity of the disaster in Liancheng, it also affected other counties, and the scope of the disaster was very wide, and she felt that the burden on her shoulders was heavy and she felt a heavy responsibility.

"County Lord, don't worry, according to your requirements, I have already arranged the good deeds of setting up a shed to give porridge, let's go to the porridge shed to have a look." Jia Qi understood Ziwei's mood at this time, afraid that she would be in a hurry, and gently enlightened Ziwei.

Hearing Hunt Qi's words, she settled down a little, Hunt Qi quietly for her to solve problems, strategize, take precautions, think of these problems in advance, prepare in advance, come to Liancheng for the sake of the people, set up a tent to give porridge.

The disaster of Liancheng affected her heart, she was concerned about the victims, and took the initiative to ask the emperor for help, this trip to Liancheng, if there was no Hunt Qi behind her to help her, she encountered some tricky things, she really didn't know where to start to solve.

A pair of grateful eyes crashed into a pair of black eyes as bright as Xingchen, a moon-white robe, white and elegant, lined with his jade tree in the wind, graceful, ruddy lips flashed a faint smile, looking at him who was indifferent to fame and fortune, with an indifferent expression, she thanked him from the bottom of her heart: "Hunt Qi really thank you." ”

"Why did the county lord see outside? Hunt Qi is willing to do it for you. Hunt Qi smiled gently, pinched her little hand, gave her an invisible strength and support, and he took Ziwei to the place of soup soup with the flow of people.

As he walked, he whispered to her, telling her about setting up a tent to give porridge, giving her vaccinations, and being mentally prepared to understand that the disaster in Liancheng was very serious, and the affected area was expanding, affecting Linxian County.

Ziwei also felt the same way, looking at the refugees who rushed over, she felt a stone in her heart.

From a distance, I saw that in a vacant field, five porridge sheds were erected, and each porridge shed had a small servant boiling porridge.

"Hey, these little guys are very kind, they seem to have seen them somewhere." Ziwei fixed her eyes and suddenly realized, only then did she understand the meaning of Jia Qi's words, they escorted the grain into Liancheng, put down their knives and swords, took out the clothes and hats prepared in advance from the carriage, dressed up as a small servant, and began to get busy.

Ziwei shook off Hunt Qi's hand and squeezed into the group of guards, the guards saw the county lord and Qi Gongzi coming together, their eyes lit up, and one of the guards was ready to put down the spatula in his hand and salute the two, Hunt Qi waved his hand, signaling them not to reveal the identity of the county lord, no need to be polite.

The guard's gaze followed Hunt Qi's gaze and moved to Ziwei, the county lord had not seen it for seven days, and he was dressed in men's clothes, very handsome.

The guards understood, and they immediately saw that the wind made the rudder change their titles, and saluted them very politely: "Hello son." ”

"Hello everyone." Hunt Qi motioned for them to get busy, and he and Ziwei casually picked up a large basin to wash the rice.

When the guards saw the county lord and Qi Gongzi washing rice by themselves, their enthusiasm was even higher, and everyone had respect on their faces, and they were busy with cleanliness.

The guards were methodically busy.

The guards circled around the stove, and in the center of the porridge shed was a large stove made of bricks, on which a large pot was erected, and a large pot of water was filled with it.

A guard was chopping wood with a big axe, he carried the chopped wood to the stove, and the guard in charge of making the fire squatted on the ground and put the firewood in the stove, grabbed a handful of hay and lit it with a fire breaker, and stuffed it into the stove, and with a coax, the fire in the stove soon burned.

The fire in the hearth burned so brightly that it flew so high that it almost burned the guard's eyebrows, and he exclaimed, leaning back, avoiding the flames.

Ziwei was full of water in her hands, with rice grains on her hands, and rushed over and asked with concern, "Are you okay, be careful." ”

The guard's face was flushed, and he opened his mouth and laughed gratefully: "Yes, thank you for your concern, the little one will definitely pay attention next time." ”

Ziwei saw that he was fine, so she came to Hunt Qi's side. At this time, Jia Qi had already washed the rice, Ziwei glanced at the crowd outside, her heart was full of hidden worries, and asked in a low voice: "There are a lot of victims today, it is estimated that one pot or two pots of porridge can not meet the needs of the victims, it seems that we have to build a few more porridge sheds to alleviate the disaster." ”

"The food we brought is only enough to last for another half a month, if we only rely on the food we brought to help the victims, I am afraid it will be difficult to solve the problem, and now the top priority is to seek the help of the imperial court and the help of local officials."

While doing things, the two discussed in a low voice how to provide disaster relief and alleviate the disaster.

At this time, the guard who was burning the fire walked over and whispered, "Childe, if the water in the pot boils, will all the rice in a copper basin be poured into it?" ”

"Yes, it's not enough to burn anymore, we must let every victim eat hot porridge, and we can't let the people go hungry anymore." Ziwei commanded in a low voice.

"Yes, Childe." The guard took a pot full of rice, lifted the lid of the pot, the water in the pot boiled, the heat blindfolded his eyes, and he turned his head to pour the rice into the pot in anticipation of everyone.

The rice grains were tumbling with the boiling water in the pot, and gradually a fragrance permeated the porridge shed, and some ragged men, women, old people, and children poured up, stretching their necks around the pot and drooling, people's eyes flashed with hope, and their eyes stared directly at the pot.

The person in front stood in a good place and did not leave, smelling the fragrance of rice, and there was a swallowing sound in his throat, and the swallowing sound caused the people behind to be jealous, and the people in the back squeezed forward, so that the people in front were almost next to the stove.

The disorderly state made the crowd boil, Ziwei was afraid of an accident, and hurriedly shouted loudly: "Don't crowd, everyone, everyone line up, we are fully prepared, everyone has porridge to drink, and when the porridge is boiled, the porridge will be given to ensure that everyone is not hungry." ”

At this time, Xiang Yang walked in from the outside, he held a whip in his hand to help Ziwei maintain order, the whip flicked into the air: "Bang", he raised his voice and shouted loudly: "Everyone stand in line, if it is a gentleman, stand in the back and take care of the old, weak, sick and pregnant." Women, children, and the elderly stand in front and ask everyone to obey the order. ”

Xiang Yang held a whip in his hand and walked into the crowd in person, he was responsible for everyone lining up to maintain order, and soon under his maintenance, the chaotic crowd stood in line, and some men consciously stood back, letting the elderly, children, and women stand in front.

After the team stood up, the porridge was boiled, and Ziwei and Jia Qi took a spoon and were responsible for the porridge.

The refugees picked up the bowl, and Ziwei filled the bowl with porridge, and they left with the bowl in their hands.

A pair of small hands were dirty holding a broken bowl, a small head poked out from behind an adult, the adult in front saw that it was a child, hurriedly turned sideways to let him come, and out of the crowd came an eight-year-old boy, he was dirty, runny, wearing a ragged shirt, he lowered his head, squeezed in front of her, and weakly shouted: "I'm hungry." Childe, okay, serve me a bowl of porridge. ”

This voice is so familiar, Ziwei raised her head and was stunned, isn't this a little radish that used to beg in the capital?

Ziwei hurriedly served him a bowl of porridge, she handed the spoon to Jia Qi, and pulled the little radish head to the outside of the shed: "Little radish head, come and drink porridge." ”

The little radish head didn't have time to think about it, so he took the bowl, held the bowl and drank porridge: "Slow down, don't burn." ”

The hot porridge burned his mouth and inhaled, Ziwei picked up the fan and fanned it violently against the hot porridge, and soon cooled the hot porridge fan, the little radish head held the bowl and drank the porridge desperately, drinking profusely, Ziwei shook the fan for him distressedly, Hunt Qi hurriedly handed him a sweat towel, she took it and gently helped him wipe the sweat.

The little radish head drank three bowls of porridge one after another before taking a breath and looking at Ziwei with grateful eyes: "Thank you, Son, the people in our village have come back from the capital and have offered you as a living bodhisattva." ”

"Little radish head, why didn't you see your grandfather, is your grandfather in better health?"

Ziwei added another bowl to him, and he saluted her with the porridge: "Thank you, son, my grandfather was sick yesterday, and I will bring this bowl of porridge to my grandfather to drink." ”

Ziwei took out a bag of silver from her arms and stuffed it into him: "Treat your grandfather." ”

Ziwei took the spoon from Hunt Qi and began to scoop the porridge, just when Ziwei was giving porridge to the thirteenth refugee, someone in the crowd recognized Ziwei, she was the son who helped them return to their hometown in the capital that time, the crowd was in a commotion, and someone began to shout: "Folks, this is Ziyu Gongzi, our great savior, is the reincarnation of the Bodhisattva, we fled into the capital, it was the son who gave us the silver to return to the hometown and funded us." ”

"It's really the sky with eyes, and I sent my son here, and now we are saved." The little radish head walked over tremblingly with his grandfather in his arms and said to everyone.

He looked at Ziwei and began to kneel, Ziwei hurriedly pulled him up, "Grandpa can't help it." You're going to break me like that. ”

She helped the old man to the porridge shack and asked him to sit on the small bench, and as soon as he sat down, he coughed desperately.

Jia Qi handed the spoon to a Xiangyang, he came over to check his pulse, and comforted him gently: "Old man, you are weak and suffer from wind and cold, I will give you nine pills, you take it three times a day, one in the morning, noon and evening, take it with warm water, for three consecutive days, and you can be cured." ”

After speaking, he took out a small bottle from the sleeve of his robe, poured out nine red pills from it and put them in his hand, Ziwei brought a glass of water and told him: "Old man, this son has excellent medical skills, you will be fine with him." According to Childe's instructions, you drink one pill first, and drink it early. ”