A pinch of bonfires were set up outside the suburbs of Beijing, and rice and water were put into the cauldron to boil, and the aroma of rice porridge wafted out after a while.

Unable to keep up with nutrition and having traveled a long distance, the refugees dragged their tired bodies to wait in line, and the white porcelain bowl with a missing corner in their hands became all their belongings.

"Poor ......"

Qu Shaoya's face showed pity and a heavy heart, "Is the impact of that cold snap really so great?"

"Yes, most of the grain planted last winter was frozen to death, and at the end of April, most of the farmers planted soybeans, which were not worth a few dollars."

The harvest is so small that it is impossible to satisfy the stomach.

Cheng Xi said in a low voice, "Lin'an Mansion is better to the south, but it is difficult for the people in the north to eat a mouthful of food."

Compared with the sorrow of Jiang Yuyao and the others, Shen Xingqi just sighed, in the past few months of the snow disaster, it can be said that he was used to seeing all kinds of cows, ghosts, snakes and gods, compared with those homeless people outside the Shen family village, these can only be regarded as pediatrics in front of him.

"If you want to help these refugees, you can only see what the imperial court does."

Qu Shaoya and the others were silent, they also knew that soup soup was not a long-term solution, and these people who gave soup porridge ...... In fact, there are not many people who are really willing to think about the people.

Several people finally went out together, but their hearts were extremely heavy.

Cheng Xi looked at the several sheds on both sides of the city gate and sighed with some emotion, and his eyes fell on one of them slightly.

"Ya'er, someone from the Wu'an Hou Mansion is also here?"

"Yes, my mother took pity on the refugees and came with her housekeeper herself."

Speaking of home, Qu Shaoya was a little interested, "Oh, that's it!"

So that richly dressed woman is Mrs. Wu'anhou?

The other party also seemed to see a few of them, whispered a few words to the housekeeper beside him, and came with the maid to this side.

"Ya'er?"

"Mother."

Mrs. Wu Anhou is a symbol of beauty, she is very young in her thirties, and her facial features are three or four points similar to Qu Shaojing's brothers and sisters.

[In view of the general environment,

Jiang Yuyao and Qin Nan gave her a salute.

"There's no need for these false courtesies outside, why are you here? I'm just going to be there here, so let's go back quickly, don't you know?"

"Got it, Mother."

After Mrs. Wu Anhou finished teaching her daughter, her eyes paused on Cheng Xi and the others, "This is your new Mrs. Shen and the second miss of the Shen family?"

"Yes, mother, this is Sister Cheng and Sister Xingqi."

Cheng Xi pulled Shen Xingqi and leaned over slightly, "Mrs. Wu'anhou."

"Look at the signs, my Ya'er is a little naughty, don't be surprised."

"Madame said that Miss Qu takes good care of us on weekdays."

Mrs. Wu Anhou nodded, pulled her daughter to give a few words, and soon took the maid back to the soup kitchen to continue to work.

Qu Shaoya was in a better mood, and after staying at the city gate for a while, she also knew that she shouldn't stay here for long, so she turned back to the city.

Refugees can't enter Beijing, and now they can only stay outside the city, although the main street in the city is a little less female, there are also a lot of people on weekdays, not to mention the students with enthusiasm in their hearts and minds still come to join in the fun.

Cheng Xi said, "Mrs. Wu'anhou is really a bodhisattva, and she actually came to give porridge in person."

"My mother has a kind heart, she often goes to the temple to burn incense on weekdays, and she has been eating vegetarian food to pray for the blessings of the people these days."

"Miss Qu is so blessed."

Qu Shaoya smiled, with a little pride on her face.

Cheng Xi looked at her with a smile and suppressed the doubts in his heart.

How did she feel that Mrs. Wu Anhou was intimate with her daughter, but with a smile that didn't bother her eyes?