The city gate is tall and majestic, the momentum is majestic, and the flag is fluttering.

Under the city gate, the people queuing up to enter the city were in order, and there were also some ragged people, who seemed to have run to the city to beg for food and receive relief after the disaster.

The soldiers defending the city shouted, telling the refugees to follow a soldier who was specially responsible for guiding them to the special passage next to them, telling the refugees not to worry, they could eat the food provided by the imperial court for disaster relief. Let them go to the West Lake in the east of the city, which is a relief place designated by the government, where they can eat, drink, and live.

In front of the entire city tower, there is a scene of orderly management, which is completely different from the scene of the rumored famine, and the government blocked the city gate with whips to prevent the displaced people from entering the city.

Jing Yi looked at all this with interest, and raised his eyebrows at Hao Se: "What do you think?" ”

Hao Se smiled meaningfully: "I bet on your chastity, the relief point in the city must be peaceful, and everyone praises Lord Zhizhou as an official and Qingming, and there is a way to provide disaster relief." ”

Jing Yi smiled with an unclear meaning, and his tone was faint and sneering: "This king also thinks so." Let's go and see how the Zhizhou people of Shangzhou miraculously provide disaster relief. ”

Hao Se smiled, and followed the people in line with him into the city.

The two had changed their appearance before, and they looked like a relatively delicate young couple, dressed very down-to-earth. And the road guide is also prepared in advance. Therefore, the soldier in charge of the inspection did not look at the two of them and passed directly.

The adults said that they should keep an eye on the people who came to Shengdu, especially when they were dressed and looked like court officials or magnates.

At this time of year, officials from the imperial court are sent to inspect the disaster relief. Calculate the time, and it's about the same.

When they saw these people who entered the city today, none of them held the road guide of Shengdu.

The two of them successfully blended into the city, quietly followed the group of refugees, and followed them to the West Lake disaster relief site in the east of the city.

Sure enough, there are people from the government who are distributing porridge and relief materials. There are a lot of temporary sheds by the lake, and there are even some thin quilts and the like. There were already some refugees there, who were drinking porridge with bowls, and when they saw that a new refugee was coming, they raised their eyes a few times, and then lowered their heads indifferently to drink porridge.

The two pretended to be residents of the city who came out to swim in the lake, and when they were bored, they took the initiative to help the porridge delivery staff.

Hao Se seemed to be discreet in his steadfastness, but his eyes swept over each of the people who received the porridge without a trace, from the expressions of their drinking porridge, from the fingers and nails of their bowls, and from the bowl of porridge that had been drunk.

The corners of his lips hooked slightly, and he looked at Jing Yi, and his eyes were slightly surprised at this look.

At this moment, he was dressed in simple cloth clothes, and he was busy asking for warmth and helping those disaster victims.

If she hadn't known that he was Jing Yi, she would have almost never recognized him.

His Royal Highness, the dignified prince, is extremely skillful in his work, and he does not have the squeamishness of the noble children at all. That's it, he mingled with the refugees and chatted very naturally and casually.

The natural tone is as if he really grew up in the market.

Hao Se lost his mind slightly.

In her philosophy, the prince, no matter how unfavored, is also the son of a dragon and a grandson, generally the five grains are not divided, and the ten fingers are not stained with dust.

What kind of past does a prince have to go through to develop this kind of contradictory character with the royal children.

Hao Se lowered his eyes, thinking of his cart of snacks, the prince, who was like a hamster, and felt a little distressed in his heart.

The two did not leave the West Lake until the sun was about to go down that they said goodbye to the errand with a smile, saying that they would often come to help when they were free in the future.

Walking out of the West Lake, Hao Se glanced back at the disaster relief site.

"Dog, what do you want to say?" Jing Yi rubbed her shoulders, this dog has been making porridge, and he doesn't know if his thin arms are sour.

Hao Se sighed lightly: "Your Highness, I'm afraid, those disaster victims are acting as nurses." ”

Those disaster victims, at first glance, seem to have no problems, but a closer look can find that they are different from the normal disaster victims who fled the famine, and there are many details.

For example, their clothes look tattered, but they don't have the same stains as the refugees' clothes that are not changed for so long.

For example, their nails are neatly trimmed and the cracks between the nails are clean. But refugees, under normal circumstances, inevitably have dirt and mud in their fingernails.

For example, they drink porridge unhurriedly and their eyes are flat, which is in stark contrast to the refugees who have been hungry for a long time and gobble up their porridge when they see it.

For example, there is still a small amount of rice grains at the bottom of the bowl after they drink the porridge. But the real refugees can't wait to lick every drop of soup and every grain of rice. For example, the elderly refugees in the temple.

Like what......

There are many, many details that she can't ignore.

All this reminds her that these refugees are not real refugees.

But why pretend to be a refugee is a bit intriguing.

Jing Yi rubbed her dog's head and praised: "Good observation." Yes, those victims are all fake. ”

"Why would this Shangzhou Mansion direct such a scene? What is the purpose? Hao Se's expression was slightly cold. The disaster they saw along the way shows that there are indeed many, many people who have been displaced.

Generally speaking, if the imperial court has disaster relief, it is to open a warehouse in the city of Fuzhou County to give porridge.

So, under normal circumstances, there should be a lot of real victims entering the city.

But right now, it's all acting.

Jing Yi looked in the direction of Shangzhou Mansion, his eyes were cold, and he slowly spoke: "Because, the officials of Shangzhou Mansion want to deceive the imperial court disaster relief inspectors, and they also want to prevent the imperial court envoys from seeing where the real disaster victims have gone." ”

Just now, he mingled with the fake disaster victims, and in the process of giggling, he had already routined a lot of information. Although those fake victims are quite vigilant, they are afraid that they will leak their mouths. But there are a few who can escape his chat routine.

The only one who can escape his routine is Li Ruying, the annoying guy.

As he expected, during the disaster every year, the victims of the state and county near the capital of Shangzhou would first come to the capital city.

In the past, the prefecture and all the prefectures and counties within its jurisdiction could not afford such a large number of victims, and many counties would choose to close their city gates.

Therefore, the victims who could not be resettled had to drag their families to Yannan to flee the famine.

But in the past two years, there has been no influx of victims in Yannan.

Those fake victims said that now the people of Zhizhou have mobilized the rich families in the city to participate in the disaster relief, and they no longer refuse the victims. Therefore, the victims of the disaster in the vicinity will come to Fucheng.

It's just a little strange that these fake victims don't seem to know that Guanyin County to the west has unconditionally accepted refugees.

Jing Yi took a deep breath.

Now, the real refugees, counting the time, have come to come.

It's just that today's Fucheng is bustling and lively, but there is not a single victim in sight on the street.

These victims cannot disappear in a vacuum.

Where did they go?

"Where have the real victims gone?" Hao Se squinted slightly.

The two looked at each other again, and spoke at the same time: "Guanyin County." ”