The world is difficult, and the inside and outside of the post station where Mingzhu stayed are crowded with people fleeing the war. Because of the careful arrangement in advance, the postman left them the largest and best rooms, and a relatively independent courtyard with a kitchen. But the walls and gates of the courtyard can block the view, but they can't block the cries and wails coming from next door.

There was a family that cried the most miserable, it was the orphans and widows who had fled out, and they had no money or cold clothes, and finally squeezed into the post house, but they could only huddle in the haystack under the wall and shiver. One of the three children is not much older than the other, and they are crying and crying hungry all the time, and there is nothing they can do but cry when they are mothers.

Everyone's mood was very heavy, they couldn't swallow it, and the carefully cooked mutton soup quickly turned condensed and condensed into white oil flowers, Mingzhu stood up: "I'll take this and give it to them......"

Jiang Zhouzi immediately stood up and stopped her with a fierce expression: "No! ”

Mingzhu frowned: "Why?" We don't die if we eat one less bite. ”

Jiang Zhouzi's eyebrows condensed with ruthlessness: "It won't kill people, but others are starving and cold, but you are so generous that you can take the mutton and give it away, isn't this telling others clearly, we are stupid and have a lot of money, come and grab it?" Can you manage a family, can you manage everyone inside and outside this station? ”

Rob? Mingzhu had never encountered this kind of thing, and was stunned for a while: "We kindly gave them food, why did they rob us?" The government is still there......"

Jiang Zhouzi looked at her with idiotic eyes: "The official mansion is still there, and the emperor is still there." But does it work? The people take food as the sky, and if they are hungry and crazy, they will rob it, fill their stomachs first, and then think about killing their heads slowly. Do you think we can withstand the hundreds of people gathered here and outside? ”

Mingzhu suddenly felt that she had been hurt. Although she has experienced nightmares, it is true that she has never experienced such a thing as civil unrest and war, so it is not her fault that she does not know how to deal with this kind of thing. This is all secondary, mainly because Jiang Zhouzi's words are ugly enough, the government is still there, and the emperor is still there, but is it useful? Isn't this ironic that Yu Wenchu, the regent, occupies a seat and doesn't do things, and has no ability?

She immediately shot back: "What's the matter with the emperor?" Does he want to? He's just just ascended the throne, so even if he wants to put down the rebellion, he needs time, right? "It's not that Yu Wenchu doesn't do things and has no ability, then the fire is on, no matter how capable the person who puts out the fire, he has to spend some time to fetch water, right? What's more, Yuwenchu's foundation is not stable, many people have their own thoughts, and there are many constraints, is it to blame him?

Jiang Zhouzi took a breath and said, "Anyway, I don't agree. He looked at Jing Song and the others again: "What about you?" ”

Jing Song looked at Mingzhu apologetically and said euphemistically: "What Mr. said is indeed the truth. There are all poor people here, if you give one person, the second person will come to ask for it, will you give it or not? If it is given, the third, fourth, or even fifth person will come and ask for it, and if it is not given, the second person will not be angry, so why not give it to him? If we are angry and hateful, we will get into big trouble. ”

Mingzhu has calmed down, and the three-year-old child passed through the market with treasures, naturally looking for death, and their situation is very similar. But the crying outside was too much and desolate, she had red eyes, lowered her head, and said in a low voice: "It's me who didn't think it through, everyone doesn't care about me." ”

Jiang Zhouzi thought that she would spread the arrogance of her regent regardless of it, but she didn't expect her to calm down so quickly and admit her mistake, so she also softened her heart and said in a low voice: "Even refugees have strength and weakness, this mother and son are indeed very pitiful, if you want to help them, it is not completely impossible." ”

Mingzhu glared at him: "Don't you say, I'll figure it out myself." "Tell him to ridicule Yu Wenchu for not having the ability to do things, she must not let him look down.

Jiang Zhouzi thought about it carefully, and knew that his unintentional words just now hurt Yu Wenchu, and Mingzhu was protecting Yu Wenchu. Thinking that Yu Wenchu also gave her all kinds of protection, she did not live up to Yu Wenchu's heart for her. So his perception of Mingzhu was two points better, and he didn't fight with her anymore, but said: "Mutton is the most suitable for you to eat, even if you want to do something, you must first ensure that your body is safe before you can do it." ”

Mingzhu quietly ate her share of the meal, and waited until after dark to call Dong Hui: "You quietly take these dry food and broken silver to that lady, don't let them see who you are, and don't let people find out your whereabouts." "That's always okay, right?

Jing Song and the others did not object, everyone has compassion, self-preservation does not mean ruthlessness to the end, as long as it does not endanger everyone's safety, they will not object.

Not long after, Dong Hui came in lightly and whispered, "It's been done according to your instructions." The children were already asleep, and the woman was about to commit suicide, so I rescued her, stuffed something for her, and saw her go and quietly wake them up. ”

"It's a pity I can't help them more." Mingzhu felt very sad in her heart, she thought that she had been taught another vivid lesson. The people's suffering is not as simple as the trivial things she saw in the Zhuangzi, if it weren't for this opportunity, she probably would never have known the hardships of the people at the bottom.

Dong Hui knew what she was thinking, and comforted her: "Don't think too much, your trip will help the courtiers and generals to convince His Highness, work together to crusade against the rebels, and put down the rebellion as soon as possible, and you are also trying your best to do what you can." ”

Although she said this, Mingzhu still felt uncomfortable, and she couldn't sleep after tossing and turning in bed for a long time, so she simply got up and wrote a letter to Yu Wenchu. However, these days, they are getting farther and farther away from Beijing, and the delivery of letters is already very inconvenient, and it will increase the possibility of revealing their identities, so these letters cannot be sent. She wrote it and asked Dong Hui to take it and burn it, and when she wrote it again, she felt that it was a waste again, so she simply dipped it in water and practiced calligraphy on the wooden table.

I wanted to sleep when I was tired of writing, but I saw Dong Hui sitting under the lamp and mending it, so she said, "What to make up?" ”

Dong Hui was startled, and the needle poked on her fingertips, but she didn't care about the pain, and was busy hiding the things in her hand: "The socks are torn, are you going to sleep?" It's not early, go to sleep. ”

Mingzhu asked casually, but when she saw Dong Hui being so secretive, she wanted to find out. Pretending to promise to sleep, while she was not paying attention, he deftly pulled out the things she was hiding aside, and smiled when he saw it: "Isn't this a man's socks?" Don't tell me your feet are that big. Who's it? It can't be the half-old man, right? ”

Dong Hui blushed: "It's Yang Dianjun's, when I go out, I don't bring many shoes and socks, and their old men don't know how to sew and mend, so I ......"