At the end of a book, the guests in the teahouse inevitably sighed at each other's misfortunes of the Feng family, scolded a few words of Dugu's cruelty, took pity on the children of the Feng family, and finally said a word of expectation: I hope that General Meng and Fengshuang City can find Dugujue and eliminate Dugujue, so that the people will no longer be afraid, and even the daily love of husband and wife, mother and son filial piety dare not show it, for fear that one day Dugujie will reappear in the rivers and lakes, and he will become the second Feng family.

Feng Ziang has stayed in Fengshuang City for the past fifteen years to take care of his younger brothers and sisters, urging them to study and practice martial arts, and also to operate various trades.

Today in the teahouse in the capital, hearing the past from the mouths of others, listening to people's discussions, Feng Ziang suddenly figured it out, they are not the only victims, nor are they the people who go alone, in this world, not only their own sadness, but also the panic of the public. Since Fengshuang City has been so cared for by General Meng, it naturally wants to do something for the common people in the world.

Feng Ziang, who came out of the teahouse, swept away the mood that had become depressed due to the past and rekindled his fighting spirit.

Early the next morning, Feng Ziang said goodbye to General Meng and returned to Jiangnan.

General Meng donated the carriage used by Lin Mufeng before his death to Feng Ziang. The outside of the carriage was no different from ordinary people's carriages, but the inside was full of childhood memories, and the four walls and the roof of the carriage were painted with scenes that the two of them experienced together when they were children.

Feng Ziang sat in the carriage, feeling that Brother Ziyang was by his side, he didn't leave, he was there all the time.

Along the way, Feng Ziang didn't dare to go too fast, for fear of breaking the carriage.

When we reached the halfway point, some refugees appeared one after another on the official road, with yellow faces and thin clothes, walking north.

When passing through a small town, Feng Ziang planned to stop for lunch, there were many more refugees outside the town than on the road, the grandfather held his granddaughter, and the son supported his father...... Staggering into town, begging from the shops lining the streets, hoping that the good Samaritan would give them something to eat.

As soon as Feng Ziang's carriage stopped at the door of a small restaurant, a group of people gathered around.

"Childe is okay, give me something to eat."

"Childe is good."

……

Feng Ziang looked at these people, these people also looked at Feng Ziang nervously, after the crowd, a little boy couldn't squeeze in, and refused to leave, a pair of big black eyes looked at Feng Ziang timidly.

So many refugees can't be solved by a few copper plates.

Feng Ziang just wanted to say something, a man and a horse galloped on the street, the horse came closer, and one person turned over and dismounted, looking at the clothes of an official. As soon as the man got off his horse, he shouted to the crowd, "Disperse, disperse, disperse." ”

The crowd, who was still holding on to hope, was reluctant to disperse, but did not dare to say anything more, one left silently, and the other also left silently, and the crowd dispersed quietly, with helplessness and despair.

The little boy behind the crowd, his dark eyes dimmed, he looked up at the sky, the sun had climbed to the middle of the sky, he hadn't eaten for three days, some stars were flying in front of him, he was in a trance. Dragging a pair of trembling legs, he walked to the wall of the back sun, and slowly slid to the ground, before the tears fell, he took a deep look at Feng Ziang. He longed for himself to have clean and beautiful clothes like the boy, and a big carriage, but he was afraid that he might not even see the sun tomorrow, and the little boy buried his head between his knees and wept.

When Feng Ziang walked into the restaurant, he heard the official say to the shopkeeper: "I want everything I can eat, and the silver will not be less for you. ”

The shopkeeper happily beckoned the man to get busy.

Everything that could be eaten was bought by the official, and Feng Ziang had to turn around and leave. When he stepped out of the restaurant, the official shouted at him from behind, and he didn't want to pay attention to it and left directly.

Feng Ziang walked into the restaurant next door and called the shopkeeper to come over, and took out a silver ingot from his arms: "Buy all your food, are these enough?" ”

The boss, who had never seen a whole ingot of silver, nodded busily: "Enough, enough." ”

"Put it at the door and give it to the victims."

"Childe is really a good person, the little one will do it immediately, but this silver ......"

"Isn't it enough?" Feng Ziang reached into his arms.

"Childe, it's too much." The shopkeeper is a real man.

"You look at the arrangement, tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, you will probably need to worry more." For honest people, Feng Ziang is very respectful.

The shopkeeper agreed to arrange it. Feng Ziang turned around and saw the official standing at the door of the restaurant and smiling at him, Feng Ziang didn't want to pay attention to him, the corrupt officials who still occupied the food at the time of this kind of disaster, Feng Ziang looked disgusted.

It's just that what he didn't expect was that when he stepped out of the store, he saw that a long table had been set up at the door of the restaurant before, and the food was also laid out one by one, and the guys in the store were distributing food to the victims. It turned out that he was wrong to blame others.

"Childe, can you discuss?" The official knew that he had been misunderstood, but he was not angry, and was still polite and polite, "Your side, my side?" The official pointed across the street.

"Don't worry, official." Feng Ziang clasped his fist at the official and went across the street.

When the street came down, all the restaurants set up long tables in front of their houses, and there were no big restaurants in the town, but these small shops and shops were united, and the victims finally had a bite to eat.

The little boy who was huddled in the corner and cried was drinking porridge at the moment while looking at the official and Feng Ziang with hope.

In the small restaurant, Feng Ziang and the official sat at the same table, and the shopkeeper brought the best food in the store without waiting for orders, Feng Ziang looked at the three dishes on the table: a plate of peanuts, a plate of stewed tofu, and a plate of green vegetables and shredded pork, and there were a few shredded meats. The small restaurants in the town have no famous dishes, and a few traces of meat are considered good.

Feng Ziang picked up the fried pork with vegetables and walked out of the restaurant, and walked in front of the little boy, who looked at Feng Ziang in flatterment and shrank into the corner.

"Take it and eat it, you can't go hungry." Feng Ziang stuffed the plate into the little boy's hand, "It'll be fine." His gentle, firm gaze warmed the little boy's heart, and a shy smile appeared on his dark and thin little face.

When Feng Ziang returned to the small restaurant, the official had already poured him a glass of wine.

"You can't drink alcohol on duty, and the villain replaces wine with water to honor the son."

Fengzi hurriedly raised his glass.

The two of them drank a drink together without even asking each other's names, and of course it was only one drink.

After a hasty lunch, Feng Ziang said goodbye to the official errand, caught the carriage out of the town, and headed south.

As Feng Ziang's carriage drove out of the town, another carriage came up to him, and when the two carriages staggered, Feng Ziang saw a beautiful face in the carriage window.