It's noon.

The sun is getting higher and higher.

The warmth that followed was also rising more and more.

Correct.

The ancestral house of the Zhu family, in the Qingfeng courtyard.

As Zhu Wanning's words landed.

Sanskrit Wenqian, who was under the warm sun, did not feel the slightest warmth.

On the contrary, my body became colder and colder.

I don't know how long it took.

Sanskrit Wenqian shuddered involuntarily.

Then he said with cold difficulty: "Such as ...... So...... In this way, the heavens ...... World...... Is there not a great chaos in the world?"

Zhu Wanning shook her head noncommittally, and then slowly replied, "I don't know."

Sanskrit Qian's face pale slightly when she heard this.

Then he looked grateful, nodded slightly, and said, "I understand."

The words fell.

Sanskrit Wenqian got up slowly, and bowed deeply to Zhu Wanning with an extremely solemn face.

"Today's words will be truthfully conveyed to my father."

"I think my father will make a decision as soon as possible when he finds out."

After bowing, Sanskrit slowly spoke.

Seeing this, Zhu Wanning hurriedly got up and walked quickly to Sanskrit Qian's side.

Without saying a word, he silently helped him up.

It's not that he doesn't want to say more, but there are really some things that can only be understood and not spoken.

After Sanskrit Wenqian, who had a heavy heart in her heart, she slowly got up, and even stopped lingering too much.

After sending Sanskrit Wenqian and her personal maid out of Qingfeng Courtyard in person.

Zhu Wan stood quietly in front of the gate of Qingfeng Courtyard.

With a smile in his eyebrows, he looked at the east of Fuyang City.

......

......

The next day.

When the sky is shining.

Smoke suddenly rose from the side of the official road more than 50 miles away from Shanggu County.

A green dragon surrounds the Yanzi Wang Banner and stands straight in the center of the densely packed tents next to the official road.

The cold wind of November whistled over the official road, and the Yanzi Wang Flag, which symbolized the lofty status, continued to make a clanging sound.

Song Yuanfu, whose face was full of haggardness, slowly opened his eyes from a huge tent next to the Yanzi King Banner with great difficulty.

"Fifty-three miles to the territory of Kamiya-gun."

"As soon as you get to Ueya-gun, it's fine."

Song Yuanfu slowly stretched out his hands and rubbed his tired cheeks vigorously.

God knows how much effort it put into this batch of grain and grass.

Especially when many parts of the country were devastated.

Among them, it is difficult to be humanized by outsiders.

If there is no Yanzi Wang Banner, I am afraid that it has already been eaten by various forces along the way, and there is not even any scum left.

Fortunately.

As it gets closer and closer to the land of the swallow.

All the hardships of the past will eventually become a thing of the past.

Song Yuanfu settled down, and then slowly climbed up from the bed.

As soon as Fang put on the slightly heavy cotton clothes, a human voice came from outside the tent.

"Song Dongjia, breakfast is ready."

A middle-aged man dressed in a man's shirt stood outside the tent, his back slightly bent and shouted.

"Okay, I see."

"Brother Yang, let's call the brothers to eat first, and I'll come later."

Song Yuanfu bent down and replied while making the bed.

The big brother Yang in his mouth was the middle-aged servant with a slightly bent back outside the tent.

The middle-aged servant's name is Yang Yu, and he is an old servant of the Pingyi family.

If it weren't for that, how could Song Yuanfu respect him so much, and always call him the eldest brother.

Fortunately.

That Yang Yu never kicked his nose in the face because of this.

From the moment he joined the "Song Firm", he has always been conscientious.

For more than half a year, Yang Yu vaguely became Song Yuanfu's right-hand man.

At the same time, it also became the "second-in-command" of Song's firm.

"Yes."

Outside the tent, Yang Yu agreed, and then slowly turned around and left.

A moment later.

Song Yuanfu, who was dressed in heavy cotton clothes, slowly walked out of the tent that was as warm as spring.

As soon as he stepped out of the tent, he couldn't help but tighten the heavy cotton clothes on his body.

"Why is this weather so cold?"

Song Yuanfu tightened his robe again, and couldn't help muttering in a low voice.

The words fell.

Song Yuanfu's back bent slightly, and he walked quickly towards the place where the curling smoke rose.

Correct.

He walked two or three paces away, and then stopped abruptly.

"Weather."

"Snow Plague."

"The land of Liaodong."

Song Yuanfu paused and muttered a few words in a low voice.

His eyes, which had been full of tiredness, gradually brightened at this moment.

Just as he paused, pondering the plan that popped into his mind.

Yang Yu walked slowly from the smoke of the cooking.

"Master Song."

Yang Yu walked to the front and bowed.

However, the words fell, but Song Yuanfu did not react for a long time.

Still standing in place like a stake.

"Master Song."

Yang had to increase his tone a little and salute again.

"Huh?" Song Yuanfu suddenly woke up from his contemplation when he heard this, and asked with a little puzzlement, "What's wrong, Brother Yang."

"Nothing else." Yang Yu bowed his hand again and said, "The brothers saw that the Song family had not arrived for a long time, so they let the old man come to check it out."

Song Yuanfu smiled, then waved his hand again and again and said, "I was a little distracted thinking about things just now, let's go and start eating immediately."

"After breakfast, the caravan set out immediately, striving to transport this batch of grain and grass to the king's camp as soon as possible."

The words fell.

Song Yuanfu immediately took a step towards the place where the curling smoke rose.

Apparently.

He didn't intend to share what he thought with Yang Yu.

......

......

Two quarters of an hour later.

The caravan was about to depart.

In the distance, the sound of rumbling horses' hooves suddenly sounded on the official road.

The moment Song Yuanfu heard the sound of horses' hooves, his heart tightened suddenly.

"Brother Yang, quickly lead the brothers out of the car formation."

"Take out the blade hidden in the wheel in case you need it."

Song Yuanfu trotted all the way to the Yanzi King Banner not far away, and at the same time, he commanded again and again.

"Yes!"

Yang Yu agreed loudly, and then quickly took a quick step, organizing the guys of the "Song Firm" to set up the car formation as quickly as possible.

and take out the blade hidden in the wheel.

Just in case.

If the rumbling horse's hooves are behind the official, then a single swallow flag can solve all the troubles.

If there is a thief behind the rumbling horses' hooves, then a big battle is inevitable today.

Song Yuan Fufang rushed to the Yanzi Wang Banner.

Before he could organize the manpower to move it to the front of the convoy.

The rumbling sound of horses' hooves approached with lightning speed.

Dozens of breaths later.

A banner with the word "Yan" on the same page quickly emerged in the billowing yellow smoke in the eyes of Song and Yuan Fu.

"Whew~!"

The moment I saw the flag with the word "Yan" in the same book and surrounded by the same green dragon.

Song Yuanfu no

I breathed a sigh of relief.

"Xu Qiancheng, the commander of the trapped camp, came to welcome the caravan home on the order of the prince."

The sound of rumbling horses' hooves gradually dissipated between heaven and earth.

A middle-aged man wearing a half-armor and a felt hat held a large banner with the character "Yan" and slowly walked out from hundreds of cavalry.

"In the Song family's trading house Song Yuanfu, I have seen Xu Quchang."

Hearing this, Song Yuanfu quickly passed over the group of guys, strode forward and saluted.

"Song Dongjia is polite."

Seeing this, Xu Qiancheng jumped off the horse.

Then he clasped his fists and saluted: "You and I are all a family, why do you need to be so polite."

The words fell.

Xu Qiancheng slowly stepped forward, and finally stood one step ahead of Song Yuanfu.

Then he took out a tightly sealed letter from his bosom.

It was slowly handed over to Song Yuanfu.

Fang Cai opened his mouth and said: "This is a letter written by the prince himself, and the prince has a word, and he ordered the Song Dongjia to go to Xia Luocheng to see the prince immediately after reading the letter."

"As for the grain and grass, it will be escorted by the Song Clan's trading house and the soldiers of the trapped camp."

Song Yuanfu's face pale slightly when he heard this.

"Let's read the letter first."

Song Yuanfu calmed down, and then slowly opened the letter in his hand.

After seeing the familiar handwriting and the unique seal of King Yan in the world.

Song Yuanfu was a little calm, and then quickly checked the content of the letter.

A moment later.

Song Yuanfu slowly closed the letter in his hand.

Then he bowed to Xu Qiancheng and said, "I'm tired of Xu Qu for a long time."

"It's a matter of duty." Xu Qiancheng waved his hand slightly, and then asked deeply: "Song Dongjia, please."

Song Yuanfu paused, and then said, "Xu Quchang will wait for a while, explain a thing or two to his brothers, and then go with Xu Quchang to see the prince."

The words fell.

Song Yuanfu slowly turned around and walked towards Yang Yu, who was always on standby.

After whispering a word or two.

Song Yuanfu rode Xu Qian on a war horse, and quickly disappeared on the official road with more than 100 soldiers.

......

......

It's just over midway through noon.

A three-wheeled green canopy carriage was guarded by more than 100 elite cavalrymen wearing half armor.

Walk slowly on the flat official road.

Inside the three-wheel green canopy carriage.

Xu Yi leaned on the soft collapse.

Slightly tired eyes looked quietly at both sides of the official road through the half-open curtains.

It was a cold winter month when there were no fallen leaves.

There is no natural beauty on both sides of the official road.

Everywhere his eyes are focused, all are the people who drag their families with their mouths.

Maybe.

Rather than calling it the people.

It's better to call them disaster victims.

Along the way, all those who dragged their families were hungry and cold.

I don't know how long it took.

Xu Yi slowly raised his hand and lowered the half-open curtain.

As if I couldn't bear to continue watching.

The heavy curtain of the car cut off the eyes of Xu Yi and the victims.

But there is no separation between the two, the heart of the same destination.

One party wanted to ask for help, but he was afraid of the heavily armed elite cavalry, and he didn't dare to step forward.

Maybe.

Once upon a time, they also had the courage to go to the "government" for help.

Correct.

The end result is bound to be particularly unacceptable.

If it weren't for that, how could they be so afraid of the people of the "government".

Even so frightened that he was already cornered, but he never dared to ask for help.

On the other hand, look at the other side.

I want to help those who are in trouble.

But because

The timing is too late to help.

If they had helped at this time, they would have attracted countless victims in a very short period of time.

Until then.

With the only hundred or so horsemen around him.

How long can order be maintained?

As soon as the order is chaotic, it will inevitably become difficult to rush to Lower Los Angeles as planned.

and not to Lower Los Angeles.

Even if it can be saved, how many people can it save?

Inside the three-wheel green canopy carriage.

Xu Yi slowly closed his eyes and sighed deeply.

"If it is really prosperous, the people will suffer, and if they die, the people will also suffer."

Xu Yi closed his eyes slightly, and muttered with mixed feelings in his heart.

As far as he knows, since the sudden snowstorm in the land of Liaodong.

The price of charcoal, firewood and other things that are enough for heating in the entire eastern part of Liaodong is getting higher and higher day by day.

The original firewood of 80 wen a load has now risen to 3 taels of silver a load.

The charcoal, which was originally 450 taels a load, has now risen to 10 taels of silver a load.

In the past, it was not easy for ordinary people to take care of the food and clothing of the whole family.

When the snow disaster comes, where does it have extra money to buy heating supplies?

Under the snow storm, if there is no warmth, the final result waiting for it is self-evident.

As for cutting wood in the mountains?

The Great Zhou Dynasty has been founded for more than 200 years, and every piece of land and every mountain has its owner.

The land, everything on the mountain, even the dung of the animals in the mountains, belongs to its owner.

If you cut it down without the permission of your master.

That is to steal, and if it is discovered by its owner, it does not matter whether it is "light" or "dark."

None of them have the slightest chance of winning.

As for the so-called master.

It is either an official government, or a family, or a powerful man.

Correct.

Regardless of the identity of its owner, it is an existence that ordinary people cannot afford to provoke.

If it weren't for that, how could there be so many girls in this world who sold their bodies to bury people?

And when a country's large and small properties are controlled by the big families and powerful lords.

Then, the country will perish completely.

But when it perished.

The most bitter people are still the ordinary people.

Therefore, the world is prosperous, the people are suffering, the world is dying, and the people are also suffering.

Xu Yi has never been a bad person with a bodhisattva's heart.

Since he walked out of Zongzheng Temple, every step he has taken has its purpose, either explicitly or implicitly.

Correct.

No matter how calculating it is, it will not take the initiative to harm the people in the slightest.

Without affecting their own plans.

Its attitude towards ordinary people is more about helping if they can.

Maybe.

This is the most basic bottom line of being a "human".

This is true of the disaster relief in Guanzhong.

Lower Los Angeles is like this.

The same is true of the Liaodong snow disaster.

Exactly.

On the occasion of the great preparations, he deliberately went to the ultimate goal of Lower Los Angeles.

It was for the snow disaster in Liaodong.

I don't know how long it took.

Inside the three-wheel green canopy carriage.

Xu Yi slowly opened his eyes, lifted the curtain again, and looked at the victims of Liaodong on both sides of the official road who did not dare to come forward because of fear.

This hope is enough to see all the way.

Xu Yi looked at the victims along the way.

The countless victims who dragged their families and uprooted their hometowns also looked at Xu Yi again.

Thousands of people, thousands of eyes, thousands of faces.

Among the victims along the way.

There are those who are afraid, and those who show their concern.

I beat the drum in my heart, and I wanted to risk death to step forward, but I was never able to step forward because of various past experiences

There are those who take that step.

With envy and jealousy in his eyes, there are those who can't wait to exchange identities with Xu Yi.

There is a fierce glow hidden in the depths of the eyes, carrying a fish to the death of the net, and there are also those who fight to the death.

All kinds of life here, it is really unobstructed.

However, no matter what kind of eyes and thoughts the victims have.

Xu Yi's gaze at him was always calm, not at all wavering.