Fang Jun walked towards the shack where the child named Wei Ying lived.
There are too many victims in the shantytown. Most of these victims are illiterate farmers who lack the sense of self-discipline. They are also hungry and cold. They don't even know that they died of starvation and freezing that day. How can they care about public health?
Human excrement was everywhere in the snow and in the secret places in front and behind the shed. Even though it was the middle of winter and there was continuous heavy snowfall, the smell of these filth was minimized, and there was no fear of an outbreak of disease for the time being.
But the filth in his eyes and the dirt everywhere still made Fang Jun's chest churn, almost making him sick.
The onlookers didn't know what the noble man was going to do, so they didn't leave. They followed behind to watch the fun and whisper.
These sheds are all temporary structures. The county has limited materials and lacks people to manage them, so they are extremely crude.
Not to mention protecting it from the wind, it can't even protect it from the snow.
Many shacks are simply built on a shelf, covered with straw mats and rags, and are crumbling in the cold wind.
The shed where the guard eagle was hiding was even worse.
Several wooden poles of varying lengths around it support a dilapidated straw mat. Lying in the shed, you can see the sun, moon and stars in the sky. A broken door panel is erected on the north side to block the cold wind, but the door panel is in the wind.
It was swaying, as if it would be blown over by the wind at the next moment.
The shed was less than five or six square meters, but there were seven or eight people crammed into it, each occupying a corner. It seemed like several different families.
On the other hand, there was a woman lying behind the only door panel that blocked the wind. Wei Ying was kneeling beside the woman, calling softly "Mother"...
I don’t know if everyone felt pity for this woman and gave her this wind-shielding place, or if that selfish bastard Zhao Laosi snatched this place.
The woman was thin and lying on a worn-out straw mat, making no sound. Only the slight rise and fall of her abdomen let people know that she was still breathing.
"Mom, please open your eyes and take a look. My son begged you for a rice ball... Unfortunately, that bastard snatched away half of it, but I snatched it back. This is what I begged for my mother... Mom...
Wuwuwu... Open your eyes quickly and eat quickly... Wuwu..."
While Wei Ying was crying, he stuffed half of the filthy rice ball into the woman's mouth.
The woman still didn't respond at all, as if she was unconscious.
Fang Jun sighed softly, looking at this human tragedy with some sour eyes.
Since ancient times, no matter the change of dynasties or natural or man-made disasters, it has been the common people like ants who have suffered.
Even the "wise and powerful" Majesty Li Er never really took these people into his heart? What he said and the attitude he expressed were basically just to stabilize his rule.
This is an era with no human rights at all.
The high-ranking officials, nobles, and noble families do not treat these common people as human beings, and even these common people themselves do not regard themselves as human beings...
This is the greatest sadness.
There was a commotion outside the shed.
Someone asked: "Who was the one who beat me? Did he ever get away?"
"No, it's in the shed over there."
"Take someone quickly to arrest this person. It's so lawless that he beat him so badly!"
After a while, Fang Jun heard footsteps behind him.
A servant went out, stopped the man, and asked, "What do you want?"
"You are a yamen official from Xin|Feng County. Which family are you a slave to? You actually dare to stop someone from apprehending the murderer. You are also an accomplice to me?"
One person yelled loudly.
The servant of the Fang Mansion said calmly: "This is a servant of the Fang Mansion, and my second son is in the shed. That Zhao Laosi died unjustly, my second son will report the matter to the county magistrate, so I won't bother you."
The yamen servant was slightly startled and asked: "But the servants' house?"
The servant straightened his back and said proudly: "Yes!"
Before the yamen officer could speak, he suddenly heard the noise from the victims watching nearby.
"That young man just now is the second man of the Fang family?"
"Editian, no wonder you are so arrogant, it turns out to be Fang Erlang!"
"What, what, your benefactor is actually in front of you?"
"Everyone is coming, Fang Erlang is here..."
"Which Fuangjiro?"
"You have a lot of time, and there is no other Fang Erlang. Naturally, he is the one who advises the King of Wu and forces the big families to donate money and food, so that we can have one meal of gruel a day!"
"What are you talking about? It turns out to be my benefactor. I have to kowtow to my benefactor..."
When these victims heard that Fang Jun was here, they were all grateful that his strategy of "breaking stones to record merit" had brought them a way of survival, and they all ran out of their shacks and gathered together.
Fang Jun looked at the gathering of more and more victims, feeling mixed in his heart.
When the victims saw Fang Jun, they didn't know who raised the head. Suddenly, there was a commotion like waves of wheat blown by the wind. They all knelt down and kowtowed to Fang Jun.
"Thank you so much for being alive..."
"My benefactor will live a hundred years, and his princes will live forever..."
Listening to these words of praise and watching hundreds of people kowtow to him to thank him, Fang Jun felt a rush of blood rushing to the top of his head.
The victims in front of us, who are in ragged clothes and have sallow faces and skinny muscles, are actually the best people in the world!
They don’t care who becomes the emperor, no matter what the name of the country is, they only have one simplest, simplest and most primitive luxury - to have enough to eat!
Whoever keeps them well fed will be a good emperor!
Whoever keeps them well fed is a good country!
Loyal to the emperor and patriotic?
We don’t understand, we only know that I will support whoever I want to eat!
Perhaps, His Majesty Li Er is a good emperor who has allowed more people to have enough to eat for thousands of years, so the people support him!
Kill your brother to seize your legitimate son and force your father to give up the throne?
no problem!
Kill your brother and seize your wife, and seize your sister-in-law?
Nothing wrong!
As long as you keep me fed, you will be the Mingjun of the prosperous world and the emperor of the ages!
No moral article, etiquette, justice or integrity can be as good as a bowl of food that can keep you alive!
It’s so simple, it’s so pure!
If His Majesty Li Er causes chaos in the world like Emperor Yang of the Sui Dynasty and the people are in dire straits, you can imagine how history will criticize him!
Fortunately, he kept most of the people well fed, so all his blemishes and mistakes became forgivable flaws.
You don’t need to make a fuss in the history books, the common people will speak for you...
Who has no fault?
This is the reason why His Majesty Li Er, who was extremely morally scumbag, became the emperor of the ages!
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Suddenly there was a scream from behind.
"Mother...Mother, are you awake?"
Fang Jun looked back and saw that the woman was slowly opening her eyes because she was awakened by the loud shouts of the victims.
Those eyes were cloudy and hollow, as if they were lifeless.
But suddenly, these lifeless eyes suddenly burst out with a brilliance. The woman didn't know where the strength came from, and she suddenly got up from the straw mat. She wanted to stand up but couldn't. She just gritted her teeth and spread her arms.
With his hair down, he crawled to Fang Jun's feet.
The woman was lying on the ground, her voice so weak that it was almost inaudible.
"Mr. Lang... you are a saint of great joy and great sorrow. Your life as a commoner's wife is not long. Please take in my child... As long as you give him a bowl of food, he can be a cow, a horse, a slave or a maid... You
Do it well and take him in, otherwise he will eventually starve to death here..."
This woman was already weak and had been ill for a long time. When she spoke these words, her tired and pale face was sweating profusely and she was panting.
At this time, Wei Ying suddenly ran over and knelt down, hugged Zhun Jun's thigh, raised a dirty little face, and cried and begged: "I beg you, please save my mother, she is sick."
It's very heavy. Can you hire a doctor for her? It won't cost much... As long as you save her, I will work as a servant for you, as a cow and as a horse... I'm not young anymore, I can do any job.
, I have a lot of strength, and I eat less food than others... Please..."
Fang Jun sighed, what else could he say?
He turned around and ordered his servants: "Take the mother and son back to Zhuangzi and hire a doctor for this woman."
The woman relaxed and fainted immediately.
Wei Ying was startled and quickly hugged his mother.