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In a ruined temple in the south of Yuanzhou City, a little girl about five or six years old carefully held a broken bowl, which was almost visible from the porridge that had been queued in the porridge factory for a whole day.

The little girl handed the porridge bowl to the mouth of an old woman lying at the feet of the Maitreya Buddha statue, and shouted timidly in a young voice: "Grandma, grandma, open your mouth." ”

The old woman was gray-haired, her face was full of wrinkles, she had already lost her shape, she was out of breath and less in breath, and at this time she tried to open her cloudy eyes, grinned at the little girl, and said like a mosquito and a fly: "Eat it, grandma doesn't ...... Don't be hungry, eat quickly. ”

The little girl shook her head, and her little hand that was red from the cold held the broken bowl and carefully handed it forward: "Grandma, drink porridge." ”

The old woman didn't even have the strength to shake her head, she wanted to raise her hand to touch her granddaughter's head, but she only moved her fingers with all her strength, and then, she gasped for her last breath, and her eyes slowly closed, and she couldn't open them anymore......

Seeing that the old woman did not open her mouth, the little girl hugged the broken bowl into her arms, then reached out to scoop out a few grains of rice from the widow's rice soup, and handed her little hand to the old woman's lips: "Grandma, eat, feed you!" ”

The surrounding homeless people couldn't bear to turn their faces away, some wept, some sighed, and some squatted on the edge of the door of the broken temple in a daze.

Only a boy about ten years old silently swallowed his bowl of rice soup, walked up to the little girl, and said, "Don't feed it, your grandmother is dead, you can eat it yourself, or you will die too." ”

The little girl still held her hands up, staring at her grandmother for a long time, and finally cried "wow", and the broken bowl in her hand could not be held, and fell to the ground into pieces, and the rice soup soaked the old woman's tattered clothes and the black cloth shoes that had exposed a few toes.

"It's a pity." The boy looked at the few grains of rice on the ground and said, "It doesn't matter, it won't last a few days anyway." ”

Hearing this, the buzzing of the homeless people immediately resounded around.

"Yes, a bowl of porridge a day, I can't hang my life!"

"I heard that only the private warehouse has been opened, and the official warehouse has not yet been opened......

"The Yuanzhou warehouse is so big, why don't you open a position?"

"yes, I can't live anymore!"

"We are outsiders, and the government of Yuanzhou doesn't care if we live or die!"

"I heard that Lord Fuzun is in Tingquan Temple on Sendai Mountain in the west of the city, let's go and beg him!"

"That's right, if we continue like this, we'll all die!"

"Let's go, let's go."

"Let's go, we have to find a way to survive!"

As a result, there were more and more people who responded to the peace, and everyone drank the porridge in their hands in three or two, and then formed a group to go to Sendai Mountain.

The boy picked up a piece of red cloth that didn't look too dirty under the offering table, wiped the hands of the little girl who cried "Wow", and then pulled the little girl to bow to the old woman, and said, "The old man has a spirit in the sky, bless your family to survive." Offended. ”

After three prostrations, he carefully peeled off the old woman's tattered jacket, wrapped it around the little girl, and then tore off a red cloth in front of the shrine and covered the old woman.

After doing this, he bowed again, and then pulled the little girl up and followed the crowd.

On the official road outside the temple, inside a black carriage.

A young man who looked to be twenty-seven or eighteen years old lowered the curtain with a solemn face and asked, "Has our grain been delivered?" ”

The steward hurriedly replied: "Back to the second master, according to your orders, the whole 10,000 stone rice and ten carts of winter clothes have been sent to the Yuanzhou people's warehouse yesterday." The superintendent of the cangchang king personally ordered the collection. ”

"Yuanzhou Cangbing is sufficient, coupled with our grain donations, even if the displaced people come one after another, it should be more than enough to deal with the month, and the imperial court's resettlement policy and relief grain should also arrive at that time." The young man slowly half-lay on the gorgeous soft floor in the carriage, and his right hand tapped the table as if unintentionally, and said, "It's only been a few days?" Can the porridge factory have chopsticks? ”

The maid in the carriage gently handed over the hand stove, and said in a coquettish voice: "Second master, you don't know, Steward Liu just said that one of the eleven granaries in Yuanzhou Beicang has not been opened, and the porridge that the porridge factory has recently donated is all the rice grain of our Huo family." ”

"Are we the Huo family wronged?" Huo Erye lightly covered his lips with a Jinzhou silk handkerchief, coughed lightly, and said slowly, "Let's go, let's also go to Tingquan Temple to have a look, and see how long our prefect's black ** can shrink." ”

"Yes!" Steward Liu answered, whispered a few words to the coachman, and the carriage was far behind the ranks of displaced people, heading towards Sendai Mountain.

Along the way, some of the homeless people came after hearing the wind, and some followed them inexplicably, in short, the team became stronger and stronger.

The black carriage always followed the ranks of the displaced people far away. At the bottom of the mountain, Huo Erye instructed the maid to open the curtains, he was still lazy and leaned on the soft collapse and looked at it for a while, suddenly picked his chin and asked, "That little Langjun, do you know who it is?" ”

Steward Liu was stunned, followed the young man's gaze, and saw a white and lovely boy at the end of the team in front of him carrying a thin little girl on his back, so he woke up and hurriedly said: "I followed the team of displaced people from Tongzhou into the city, it seems that ...... No family. Second master, do you want to check it? ”

"Not necessarily." Huo Erye covered his mouth and coughed lightly, shook his head, and said slowly: "Pay more attention, don't let him die." ”

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The whole city of Yuanzhou City is under martial law, and there have never been so many soldiers patrolling the neighborhood of Yuanzhou.

The people speculated, isn't it that the Qusu army is about to kill Yuanzhou City? Wasn't he beaten away by the Northwest Iron Cavalry?

If the atmosphere in the streets and alleys is tense, then the air pressure of the Yuanzhou Mansion is so low that the Yuanzhou Mansion Cheng Yin Duo is in a cold sweat, and the Lord Fuzun found a reason to pray for the people of Yuanzhou and the displaced people and hid in Tingquan Temple, but asked him to face the little Yama King in the northwest and report on the resettlement of the displaced people.

"There are too many displaced people, and there are currently seven porridge factories in and out of the city, but the number of displaced people is still increasing......," Yin Fucheng said here, wiping the cold sweat that slipped from his forehead.

Wang Chi just sat under the plaque hanging high in the mirror, flipped through the information in his hand, and did not look at Yin Fucheng. But he frowned with a cold face at this time, and naturally revealed the killing momentum that comes with the perennial battle in the sand place, which made Yin Fucheng sweat in a cold sweat and didn't dare to say any more.

"The solution?" Wang Chi raised his head, his fierce gaze swept over like a knife, Yin Fucheng's legs were weak, and he almost fell to his knees.

Wang Chi threw the information in his hand into the silver carbon brazier, and said coldly: "Lao Tzu is here to arrest people, not to wipe your buttocks, Vice General Xi!" ”

"The end will be." Xi Yuanqi came out with his fists clenched, making Yin Fucheng tremble.

"What mountain and what temple do you go to, invite Lord Sun Zhengtong back, don't do anything serious, pray for a blessing!"

Seeing Xi Yuanqi take the order and leave, Yin Fucheng breathed a sigh of relief, and when Governor Sun came back, he didn't have to take care of everything.

After Wang Chi finished speaking, he glanced at Fu Cheng coldly: "Wait for me to leave you for dinner?" ”

Yin Fucheng was startled, and when he got up in a hurry, his legs were weak and he simply knelt down, and Shi Ling, who had been sitting next to him without speaking, couldn't help but laugh out loud, "Lord Fucheng doesn't have to be so polite. ”

Yin Fucheng snorted awkwardly, hahaha, and quickly bowed and then withdrew from the mansion.

Wang Chi couldn't laugh, he still held a secret letter sent by the scout in his hand and didn't throw it into the brazier, frowning and not saying a word.

Shi Ling also smiled, and asked curiously, "Brother Xueji, is there any news?" ”