The porridge field is surrounded by many officials of the Shuntian Mansion.

These officials are holding water and fire sticks in their hands, and they are scolding the victims who are rushing to grab porridge and rice.

If you are hungry, who will follow any rules?

As long as you can survive by grabbing a bite to eat, who cares about the water and fire sticks wheeled up by those officials?

Zhao Yu stepped forward, and those officials were about to scold, but after seeing Jin Yichuan and Lu Jianxing wearing flying fish suits behind this young man, they obediently closed their mouths.

Coming to the cauldron of the porridge field, Zhao Yu took the porridge spoon and stirred it twice in the cauldron in front of him.

But I found that where was the porridge and rice in front of me, it was clearly just a pot of boiling water, and the rice grains in it could be counted.

It is really clear to be able to count!

And even so, the rice grains scattered in those cauldrons are some brown rice that is yellow and moldy.

"What's the matter with the porridge farm?!"

Zhao Yu threw away the porridge spoon in his hand, turned around and snorted.

Even Zhao Yu himself didn't know why he was so angry.

It stands to reason that his soul comes from another world, and there is no emotional element to this place.

Moreover, according to the values of his previous life, people, just take care of themselves, there are so many suffering people in the world, and Lao Tzu is not a Buddha, so what do you care about so much?

When he came to this world, everything he did was based on his own interests.

Including maneuvering between the major forces, including all kinds of rewards for his subordinates and even the servants of the West Factory, all of them have a little purpose.

But today, seeing the kind of corpses that were frozen and purple and blackened all over the street, his mind was somewhat shaken.

This is not a game, and the people who died are not strings of data, but lives of fresh people!

"Xiaguan Wang Jianen, I've seen you all on a bad trip!"

At this time, an official with a haggard expression stepped forward and replied to Zhao Yu.

"According to the law of Daqian, the imperial court gives porridge for disaster relief, what are the rules of this porridge field?"

Zhao Yu pointed to the cauldron of clear soup and little water beside him, and asked in a calm tone to this Congqipin principal.

The head of the porridge field sighed, and then replied: "The imperial court porridge field is giving porridge for disaster relief, and the porridge should be thick enough to insert chopsticks, otherwise the chopsticks will float and the head will fall to the ground!" ”

As the words of the head of the porridge field fell, Zhao Yuyi stretched out his hand, and Jin Yichuan on the side directly handed over the embroidered spring knife in his hand.

The dignified brocade clothes Wei Beisi calmed the envoy and killed a master from the seventh grade, that is, the matter of raising his hand.

"Your Excellency...... Wronged!! ”

Looking at the embroidered spring knife that Zhao Yu pulled out, the principal directly shouted that he was wronged.

"I don't know what the upper ranks, the lower officials are just a master from the seventh grade, and I can't decide how much rice grain is distributed in this porridge field.

To put it mildly, the rice grain in this porridge field is not my own, why should I save it?

The rice and grain are all distributed from above, and it is these brown rice that are given, and a total of so much, I want to feed the victims, but even if I am a good woman, it is difficult for me to cook without rice! ”

In the end, the head of the porridge field complained to Zhao Yu and the others.

What's the matter with him?

He's just a character who listens to people's shouts, even if he has the heart, he doesn't have the ability and right!

Zhao Yu looked at the victims behind him who were holding broken bowls and waiting to receive these clear soups and little water, and somehow, he remembered the two dishes he had eaten at the Nine Thousand Years Old Mansion at the beginning.

Zhumen's wine and meat stink, and there are frozen bones on the road.

This poem, which Zhao Yu has always been familiar with, was vividly displayed in front of him at this moment.

……

After leaving the porridge field, Zhao Yu didn't have the intention of staying in the outer city anymore, and turned around and went back to the Yamen of the West Investigation Factory.

And after returning to the Yamen of the West Investigation Factory, Lu Jianxing and Jin Yichuan told Zhao Yu that in fact, the meaning of Qingjie was not just to send out the corpses that knew how to starve to death.

In addition to these who have died, other people will buy the title deeds of their houses to the rich at a low price in order to survive.

Under the snowstorm, freezing to death and starvation have become the most difficult choices for those people at the bottom.

The low-level people who have no houses have become homeless people in the capital, and another meaning of Qingjie is to drive these homeless people out of the city!

After all, at the foot of this Son of Heaven, the four seas are leveling, and some homeless people are in the city, isn't this just the one who can't get along with the Yongshou Palace?!

It is conceivable that in this environment, those displaced people who were driven out of the capital will not escape death in the end!

After the end of the day, the heavy snow, which had been resting for an afternoon, began to fall again.

Zhao Yu and Erha walked towards their mansion as usual.

Although it is normal to look at Zhao Yu at this moment, Erha, who is more sensitive to danger, is aware of it, and Zhao Yu at this time gives him a feeling of being on his back.

Back at the mansion, Jiang Yuyan had already prepared dinner, and several people were sitting in the warm spring-like room, surrounded by beautiful maids who were standing and waiting.

Looking at the steaming casserole fragrant meat in front of him, Zhao Yu had no appetite at all.

After a hasty dinner, after everyone in the house rested, Zhao Yu walked out of the door by himself and came to the center of the courtyard.

Looking at the heavy snow flying in the sky, Zhao Yu's mind was full of those stiff corpses that were pulled away by the wooden cart.

People don't destroy for themselves?

Zhao Yu did not deny this, after all, everything he did until now had its own purpose.

But after all, he was born as a human being, and when he saw such a scene, when he didn't have that ability in the past, he sighed at most.

Fuck it, now he is the envoy of the dignified Beisi Town, and he also controls the entire Jinyi Guard, and he has a lot to do with the Governor of Xichang.

Now he wants to make a move, and it's not that he can't do what he thinks in his heart.

But in this way, he will offend countless court officials in the officialdom, which is unwise for Zhao Yu, who has always lived only for himself!

His conscience told him that if he was able, he could not stand idly by.

But reason told him that it was better to be alone, and that the life and death of others had nothing to do with him, and he did not cause all this!

An hour later, Zhao Yu in the courtyard had become a snowman.

"In my previous life, as a salted fish, when I saw injustice, I could only babble on the Internet at most, and when I encountered a petty thief on the road, I pretended not to see it for my own safety...... That's right! ”

"But since God arranged for me to come to Daqian, and I still have a lot of power in my hands...... Don't say that the great man is for the country and the people, but once he is reborn, he must always do one or two things that make himself worthy of himself, right? ”

The snow on his body exploded violently.

And at this moment, Zhao Yu's previous sluggish look on his face was swept away, and the spirit of the whole person reached a peak.

No one knew what Zhao Yu thought of at this hour in the snow.

But now he has made a decision about the things he was entangled in before!