When Lian Jinchen ordered the people to pack up the carriage and leave, Qingshan's things had just been moved.
It's not that she has a lot of things, but when she decided to take Liu Yingzhong with her before leaving, Liu Yingzhong packed several large boxes for her with the local specialties he had collected in the past few days to thank her.
It's hard to refuse the green cypress's kindness, so I can only take it with me.
It took two cars to move everything.
Liu Yingzhong had witnessed Lian Xueyin's methods last time. This time his legs were weak, but luckily he didn't vomit.
After moving the things, he cautiously came over and said to Qing Hui, "I have been here before. It is a very lively dock. Because Ruoshui does not pass through Lingzhou, for the sake of Lingzhou's livelihood, the city was specially expanded here.
I thought it would look like this now."
Now it's not desolate, but dilapidated.
Even a little messy.
In the past, when there were no disasters, the docks were bustling with boats and ships. However, due to the long-term drought, the people finally had no water to drink. The government was afraid of punishing people and stopped the people from fleeing Lingzhou. In the end, not only the people could not survive.
As the situation continued, even the merchants who came and went went bankrupt, so the entire Lingzhou economy completely collapsed.
The economy collapsed and the dock was useless. Coupled with the water level getting lower and lower due to the long-term drought, even passing merchant ships stopped passing here.
Qing Hui has never seen such a tragic image.
The wharf near Fucheng is still like this. I wonder what the people of Lingzhou have become like.
Qing Hui got into the carriage and couldn't help but ask Lian Xueyin in a low voice, "Your Majesty, can the drought in Lingzhou be solved?"
Lian Xueyin glanced at her and said, "Yes."
Very casual.
Qing Hui breathed a sigh of relief, he was so sure, there must be a way.
But Qing Hui hadn't even finished breathing. On the way into the city, she saw the appearance of refugees.
She originally thought that what she saw at the pier was a tragic image, but when she really saw the refugees, she realized what the world was like. The land near Fucheng was supposed to be peaceful with singing and dancing like Chongyang City, but here it was not.
It has a strong rancid smell.
It's the smell of putrid corpses.
Piles or scattered shapeless corpses can be seen everywhere on the roadside. Those who are still alive are rummaging through the piles of corpses with numb expressions. Some refugees who have gathered together see their team and want to rush forward to grab them, but they are afraid of what lies ahead.
The power of the officers and soldiers can only be watched from a distance.
Suddenly, a middle-aged man rushed toward the carriage with something in his arms like a mad man. As soon as he moved, officers and soldiers immediately surrounded him cautiously.
But surprisingly, the middle-aged man didn't really step forward. Instead, he threw the things in his arms and dropped them next to the carriage.
Qing Hu called the carriage to stop, stretched out his head to look, and saw that it was a dying, skinny child.
Qing Hui was stunned for a moment, got up, got out, and jumped out of the carriage.
Her sudden movement attracted everyone's attention, and the officers and soldiers surrounding the carriage quickly protected her.
"Get out of the way!" Qing Hui shouted.
The officers and soldiers were too nervous to move.
Until Lian Xueyin's voice came from the carriage, "Tell King Chen that you enter the city first."
The officers and soldiers quickly went back to report the news to Lian Jinchen.
When Lian Jinchen heard what the officers and soldiers said, he glanced behind him worriedly, and happened to see Qing Hui bending down and picking up the child on the ground.
His eyes froze slightly, and his heart suddenly became confused.