At this time, there was a big man sitting on the ground, with a sad and sad look on his face, and tears streaming down his face.
Yun Yan couldn't bear it, so she stepped forward and asked softly: "Uncle, why are you sad?"
The big man said in a hoarse voice: "Girl, look at those villages. Every house is smoking, and the house is full of reunions. But my relatives are gone, and I am old and homeless. How can I not feel sad?"
"What about uncle's relatives?"
The big man wiped his tears and his voice became even drier: "They are all dead. My brother died when he blocked arrows for me during the war, and my wife starved to death when she gave me chaff cakes to eat during the famine."
"That's it." Yun Yan felt depressed in her heart. She had also experienced the pain of losing her family members, so she still comforted the big man: "Then uncle shouldn't be upset."
The uncle was stunned and confused: "This? Girl...what do you mean by this?"
Jun Ziqian and Ye Youlan on the side both looked at Yun Yan, wondering how she would answer.
Ruan Jun also squinted his eyes and listened.
Yun Yan's voice was clear and soft, with admonishment: "The deceased died so that the living could live a better life. In order to repay your brother and wife, uncle should put aside his sorrow and live well."
When the big man heard this, he was stunned and couldn't say anything for a while.
In vain, someone among the refugees sneered coldly.
"What this girl says is really beautiful!"
They all started talking strangely and angrily.
The cold voice was full of anger and disdain.
"Hmph! A better life? That's easy to say! Don't we want to live a good life? How can noble people like you, who have no worries about food and clothing, know our difficulties!"
"That is, they said that the court would take us in, but when they saw that we had nothing, they spurned us, beat us and scolded us. No matter where we went, we were like rats in the gutter. If we died one day, we would be eaten by wild dogs on the roadside.
There will be no bones left, and you can only be a lonely ghost after death..."
At this point, some people started to swallow even more.
Hearing this, the gentleman's eyes became dark and dark.
Mo Zhu on the side frowned and stepped forward to speak.
"The imperial court has issued a document asking states and counties to rebuild their homes for displaced people. How could it be possible that it would still treat you like this?"
The big men stood up in anger and excitement.
"Why is it impossible! If it hadn't been for the war, if King Qin hadn't insisted on going to war, would we have fallen to this point?"
"Yes, my son died on the battlefield and will never come back. What's the use of rebuilding our home? I'm the only one left, so what hope do I have for this day!"
These people directly cursed the disaster caused by the war, isn't it equivalent to blaming the God of War, King Qin?
Yunyan is unhappy.
Ye Youlan was confused.
Jun Ziqian's eyes narrowed deeply.
Mo Zhu on the other side also had a cold face and could not tolerate others slandering his master.
"If King Qin hadn't fought to repel them, wouldn't you be willing to see other countries invade with their troops, step into Da Qi's land, occupy our land, and flatten our homeland?"
"this……"
The refugees could not say anything to refute for the moment.
Ruan Jun said at this moment: "You can't say that."
Everyone looked at him.
Ruan Jun raised his hand and said politely: "The Yuezhou War that year was actually avoidable. After all, at that time, our Qi national power was declining, our military strength was insufficient, and we had no generals to go to war."
His eyes looked faintly at Jun Ziqian beside Mo Zhu, and the corners of his lips were slightly raised, with a somewhat condescending tone.
"If the war between the two countries can be resolved by making peace, why are they still fighting fiercely and sacrificing many soldiers?"
Mo Zhu felt angry in his heart, but he was calm. He glanced at his master's indifferent expression, lowered his head and said nothing.