Xuan Shaoqi has seen the tragic scene of thousands and tens of thousands of people dying, but it is not as shocking as the scene today...
These people who fought for porridge and steamed buns with the officers and soldiers did not die, but their appearance was more terrifying than the dead. Their expressions were numb, and there was nothing but despair in their eyes.
Death is not terrible, but waiting to die is terrible. This is the situation of these people now. They are waiting, waiting to starve to death.
These officers and soldiers smashed up the soup kitchen and refused to let the victims receive this life-saving food. They destroyed their hope of survival. They had no other choice but to die.
Heavy snow had blocked roads, mountains, and rivers. They had no other way to survive except relying on charity, but the government blocked their only road.
They just want to live, even if they are like dogs licking white porridge on the ground, they still want to live.
They just want to live. Is this wrong?
"We just want to live and survive. Is this wrong?" A white-haired old man was pulled out of the chaotic crowd by Xuan Shaoqi.
The old man was as skinny as a ghost, with his whole body bent into a ball. The sadness in his eyes made Feng Qingchen's heart ache. This old man was about the same age as her grandfather. She couldn't imagine her grandfather becoming like this.
What will happen to her?
Maybe he will go crazy.
Do these people want to force the people to rebel? She refused to rebel, leaving them unable to find fault.
Feng Qingchen took a deep breath to calm down the anger in his heart, and took out a token from his arms: "Tong Jue, take this token to find Prince Zhai and ask him to send troops to deal with the situation here. After finding Prince Zhai,
Go to Prince Su's Mansion immediately, ask to see Prince Su, and tell him the situation here. Under the Emperor's feet, these officers and soldiers are lawless. What about other places? What about the victims in other places? Do they still want to live?" These people challenged
Her tolerance is at its limit, no matter how cold-hearted she is, she can't stand it anymore.
She understood the purpose of these officers and soldiers' brutal vandalism. They smashed the porridge and steamed buns and refused to leave. They just wanted to arouse the anger of the people. When the people made trouble, they would have a reason and an honest reason to destroy those present.
Every one is thrown into prison.
Regardless of whether you are reasonable or not, as long as you have a conflict with the officers and soldiers, what was reasonable will become unreasonable. In the past, she might have made a fuss, but now...
She has suffered too much, and if she stumbles again, she will be a pig.
After Tong Jue left, Feng Qingchen said to the few people around him who looked relatively healthy: "You guys, rush in and take out the injured people. Remember, never fight with the officers and soldiers. They will beat you.
You hide, if you can't hide, just endure it."
It's very cowardly to say such things, but when you think about the consequences, you will understand that even if a soldier beats an official, even if the official is unreasonable, you are still guilty.
"Miss Feng, we listen to you." These men were so angry that they lost their minds. If Feng Qingchen hadn't been there, they would have fought these officers and soldiers to the death.
This kind of trust is a kind of pressure for Feng Qingchen, and she cannot afford to disrespect the trust of these people.
"Go ahead and tell them that they won't starve to death. If God doesn't let them live, the porridge man will definitely let them live. That person... although he doesn't have the ability to fight with the sky, he has the people in his heart."
This sentence, said at this time, is particularly weighty.
"Who is that person who gave us porridge? Isn't it Miss Feng?" asked a woman and child behind her.
"No, I don't have that ability yet. Okay... let's not talk about this for now. Please help save people. There will still be porridge and steamed buns." Feng Qingchen directed the people behind him to lift the injured person aside.
And perform simple hemostasis and bandaging.
"Can we help too?" The ragged woman and the sallow-faced child looked at Feng Qingchen, as if they didn't believe they could help.
The people in the government said that people like them only beg for food. They are trash and only waste the government's food. When they have nothing to do, the government still spends money to support them. They should have died long ago. They should have a mouthful of hot porridge.
Thank God.
They always thought they were useless, but it turns out they can still help.
"Of course, God helps those who help themselves. We will definitely survive the snowstorm. Everything will be fine after the snowstorm." Feng Qingchen's voice seemed to have a magical power, making everyone present believe that her words were the truth.
As long as they survive this snowstorm, they have nothing to fear.
The soldiers were divided into two groups, and those who still had the strength rushed to the battlefield and carried out the injured. When they stepped into the fighting circle and stepped on porridge and steamed buns under their feet, their hearts were bleeding and their fists were clenched.
, trying his best to restrain his urge to kill.
"Stop fighting, stop fighting, gentlemen, please let us go. We won't drink porridge, and we won't eat steamed buns."
A group of men swarmed up and fell at the feet of the officers and soldiers. They did not fight the officers and soldiers, but only blocked them so that others could rescue the wounded.
The women and children assisted on the side and carried the person in. With the help of several doctors and medicine boys from the Yun family, they helped bandage the wounds and comfort the injured people.
We work together to overcome difficulties.
The chaotic situation gradually came under control. The officials did not expect that these people did not make trouble and were at a loss.
What to do now? The superiors have told them to force the victims to cause trouble and force them to take action with the government. But now if the victims don't take action, what will they do?
Rush in and fight?
This is a good idea.
Officers, you look at me, I look at you, gritted your teeth, picked up your weapons and rushed into the free clinic.
"Xuan Shaoqi, stop them." If it was just a guess before, Feng Qingchen was now sure that these officers and soldiers were here to cause trouble and force the victims to take action.
The more this happens, the more they can't move. Once they do, they will be guilty.
"Okay." Xuan Shaoqi is a smart man. If he doesn't understand the abnormal behavior of officials, he would be an idiot. But...he can't stop it for long without killing the opponent.
The opponent has a large number of people, but he cannot be ruthless.
"Smash it with snow. You... whoever has free time, grab the snow for me and hit the officers and soldiers with snow. Don't let them rush in." Feng Qingchen was also very anxious. This is the gate of the city. It stands to reason that Zhai Dongming
He should be arriving soon, but he is afraid that Tong Jue will not be able to find Zhai Dongming. If Zhai Dongming is not around, other officials will definitely not get involved in this kind of thing.
"Okay, everyone, listen to Miss Feng and smash these sons of bitches to death with snow."
Isn't it just because there are so many people, the number of disaster victims will not be less than that of official servants. These official servants have ruined their hopes. The victims are eager to eat the flesh of these official servants and drink the blood of these official servants.
Feng Qingchen said they would hit these people with snow, so they used snow to hit these people to death. On this snowy day, they couldn't find anything to eat, but there was no shortage of snow. They lowered their heads and grabbed a handful.
Crash lala... clatter lala.
Snowflakes were flying all over the sky, and the victims tried their best to smash the soft snowflakes into rocks.
The officers were knocked dizzy and shouted "Ouch" and "Ouch" one by one. The dense snowflakes formed a waterfall, blocking the officers and soldiers. The victims took over one after another. The people behind them were responsible for catching the snow, and the people in front were responsible for it.
Smash, they cursed while smashing, and started to cry while cursing...
They don't want to conflict with the officials, they don't want to fight with the officials, they are forced to the point where they have no choice, they really have no choice at all, even if they have some ideas, they don't dare to fight with the officials.
Feng Qingchen stood to one side and said nothing. She felt uncomfortable, really uncomfortable.
She saw with her own eyes what it means to be forced by the government and the people to rebel, what it means to be cornered, what it means to be cornered, what it means to be desperate...
How many people in this world are still living in such dire straits?
"Don't be sad. They are lucky to have met you." Xuan Shaoqi didn't know how to comfort Feng Qingchen. Under such circumstances, any words of comfort seemed feeble.
"It's their misfortune that they met me." There were tears in Feng Qingchen's eyes, but they did not flow down.
Xuan Shaoqi didn't know that she had come up with the disaster relief thing. If it hadn't been for today's disaster relief, these victims would not have been in such a situation and would not have been forced to the point of having no way out by the officials.
A flash of light flashed in Xuan Shaoqi's eyes, and then he regained his composure: "Without you, they wouldn't have survived for a few days. It was you who saved them."
No matter what the purpose is, Feng Qingchen is indeed providing disaster relief, so that these people who are about to starve to death have a mouthful of food to eat, so that they will not wait numbly to die.
He had seen the porridge provided by the government to the victims. The so-called porridge was not as thick as white rice soup, and some of it smelled so bad that it was impossible to eat it. Instead of drinking that kind of thing, it was better to grab a few mouthfuls of snow and eat it, which was more comfortable.
Feng Qingchen was silent. What Xuan Shaoqi said was right. No matter what Jiuhuangshu did, he really fed the victims. In this era of food shortage, Jiuhuangshu could do this.
It's not easy anymore.
Even if it is to gain political capital, Uncle Nine Emperors has spent a lot of money. He really wants to help these victims survive the snow disaster. Otherwise, he can just give out porridge and there is no need to prepare another steamed bun.
It was because she thought too much. She told herself to face the natural disaster and the affected people with a cold heart, but when she saw their miserable situation, she forgot who she was.
So what if she pities these victims? How capable is she? She can save ten or a hundred people, but can she help tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands of victims?
She couldn't, so...she wasn't qualified to dictate the Nine Emperors Uncle's disaster relief work, and there was no need to blame herself. She tried her best.
"I thought too much." After thinking about it, Feng Qingchen calmed down and turned around to join in the rescue operation of the injured, treating the wounds of the more seriously injured people.
She just needs to do her job well and leave the world's major affairs to those men. She believes that life will get better day by day.
Inside the house was an orderly medical treatment, but outside the house was another world. When Zhai Dongming arrived with his troops, he did not see the bloody scene he expected. Instead, he saw the soldiers of the Admiral's Mansion, blocked by snow.
Each and every one of them was hit by the snow and cried for their father and mother.
This is fun!
Zhai Dongming sneered and gestured to the person behind him...