It’s better to have fewer people

Return to Luanjia and drive back to the palace.

Along the way, the old emperor couldn't get rid of those eyes.

"Tell me, Liufu, why do they seem unhappy?"

Liufu was also puzzled: "That shouldn't be the case. The emperor personally sent the things out of the city. They should be happy."

"Several people opened their mouths and seemed to have something to say," the old emperor said thoughtfully.

"This slave didn't see it. I think you saw it wrong."

"Maybe"

——

Outside the city, the emperor's carriage left.

Xie Chenke ordered his men to bring a basket of white-flour steamed buns and four plump roast chickens, and rewarded them to the 'activists' in front of everyone.

"Eat what is rewarded to you."

Several people were surprised and happy, and they pounced on Feng Zhuan Yun like hungry wolves on their food.

Less than half a stick of incense was left, not even the steamed bun crumbs and chicken bones were left.

"Thank you, Your Highness, thank you, Your Highness"

The confidant eunuch Baoying raised his nostrils to the sky: "Did you see it? This is a reward for cooperating with our Highness. You guys don't even fart, so you don't deserve to eat it."

Several half-century old men were dying leaning against dead trees on the side of the road.

"Sir, we... really don't have the strength..."

Baoying snorted coldly, turned around and smiled at His Highness: "Master, what should we do next?"

Xie Chenke didn't even look at these people, he narrowed his eyes and gave the order leisurely.

"Put everything away and distribute it all together later"

All the people lying on the side of the road and lying on the ground suddenly raised their heads, and their eyes became even more desperate.

"Your Highness, won't you send it now?"

"Master Qingtian, our old man can't hold on any longer. He hasn't eaten in three days."

"Sir, my child really has nothing to eat and has no energy to cry. You can't go on like this."

Xie Chenke seemed not to hear anything and turned around and entered the tent.

Bao should stay and respond to these people.

"Don't be anxious, it will happen. Why are you anxious?"

"Sir!" A woman with disheveled hair rushed forward with all her strength.

"You only said that you would send it out, but when did you send it out?"

"My man used to be an accountant, and I also learned some arithmetic. There are only a few thousand victims left outside the city. They can only eat eighty dan of grain for a day. Even if they eat for a month, it will only be less than 3,000 dan. What's more,

What's more, these gruels are probably less than half of them."

"May I ask, Your Highness, the Second Prince, where did the disaster relief food allocated by the Emperor go? Is it just this gruel?"

This woman was so skinny that her eye sockets were sunken.

His clothes were thin and his upright body was shaky, like a dead branch with its roots pulled out.

Baoying twisted his neck around and screamed.

"Where did this crazy bitch come from? Someone is coming, hurry up and take her away!"

"Our Highness has always taken the people at heart, how can we allow you to sow discord?"

The guards dressed in civilian clothes rushed forward and took the woman away. The woman screamed miserably, saying that giving my child back would be retribution and that she would not die a good death.

He was quickly gagged.

The autumn wind blew through the fallen leaves, leaving only a dead silence.

The next day, the second prince opened the warehouse to put grain.

Snow-white steamed buns, fragrant rice, steaming hot corn porridge, and roast chicken and eggs.

"What are you doing? Come and eat, folks."

Xie Chenke wore ordinary clothes, rolled up his sleeves and held a long-handled spoon. He expertly tied an apron around his waist and filled each bowl with food himself.

"It doesn't matter if you can't come. I will personally deliver them to my fellow villagers later."

People were completely excited and tried their best to crawl to the dining table. Some were holding bowls and some were holding them with their hands.

The fragrant rice makes some people burst into tears.

"The sky opens my eyes, I finally have something to eat again!"

Finally it was not porridge but dry rice.

They had a hearty meal.

They still had a good meal on the second day, and also on the third day. Everyone thought that God had opened his eyes, but it was a pity...

"This meal doesn't feel right, my stomach...vomits..."

The first person vomited blood and died, the second, then the third...

In just a few days, the hungry people experienced ups and downs.

The 'disease' this time was much more severe than before. In three or four days, most of them had died, and there were only two thousand people left.

On September 11, the sky was overcast, and Xie Chenyu drove a carriage outside the city.

Perhaps it was a coincidence that his carriage stopped at the place where he rescued the baby last time.

Nowadays, unlike in the past, there are no children here, and there are even few women.

Only some skinny old men in their fifties and sixties were left half dead lying on the roadside.

They were as thin as holes, and they no longer surrounded the carriage when they saw it.

He only glanced at the carriage with foggy eyes, and then slowly closed them.

Xie Chenyu could see clearly that it was the abyss of despair.

"Second brother, why are these people the only ones left?"

"It's good if there are fewer people. If there are fewer people, wouldn't it be easier to save?"

Xie Chenke smiled.

Xie Chenyu clenched his fists and hid them in his sleeves, pretending to be relaxed.

"That's right. Why don't you leave the rest to my brother? I know how to deal with it when Father comes."

"Well, just say that there is an epidemic here and I have been infected. You should be careful and deal with it as soon as possible. I don't want to wait any longer."

“Okay”

Xie Chenke rode away, and Xie Chenyu walked on the roadside, looking at each other one after another.

"Uncle, I remember your son was here too?"

"dead"

"Sister, where is your three-year-old son?"

"sick to death"

His face turned from red to green, then to yellow, as if a layer of wax had been poured on him, and Xie Chenyu's hands in his sleeves were almost broken.

After sending away a group of young people, there are nearly tens of thousands of people left and now only this few are left?

Shaking slightly, Xie Chenyu held onto a tree on the side of the road to stand still, and punched the trunk of the tree with his hands. Veins popped out on his forehead, and his fingers soon dripped with blood.

"Where's the body?"

"Every night from Haishi to Choushi, for a total of three hours, we use oxcarts to transport them to the countryside. There are some mass graves and some further out in the mountains. There are many wild wolves, wild dogs and vultures there. I'm afraid..."

The speaker was a young guard named Lu.

Miao Zi, whom Xie Chenyu only discovered last month from the palace nursing home, is sixteen years old. He is as strong as a tiger, but his fists and feet are so flexible that he can be called a genius in martial arts.

He fled to the capital when he was nine years old. He was originally a young boy. Later, he was sent to work as a nurse with some fists. After being discovered by Xie Chenyu, he took him with him and planned to teach him some real kung fu to be used as his confidant.

"Do you know the reason?"

"I don't know, it's not arsenic anyway. These people get sick very quickly, and they will be gone in two or three days."

Guard Lu was serious.

Xie Chenyu didn't ask any more questions, just ordered to continue staring, turned around and staggered away.

——

On the first day after taking over the hungry people, the emperor came outside the city again.

At that time, Xie Chenyu was personally serving rice, steamed buns, white noodles, and porridge made with various dried fruits to the hungry people.

Xie Chenyu was clumsy and half-filled a bowl, but his enthusiasm was high.

The servants refused to let it go despite repeated persuasion, and had to do it themselves.

The old emperor was deeply pleased: "My son has grown up."

Xie Chenyu explained the situation of the 'epidemic' and knelt down in person to the old emperor.

"Father, it's better to leave quickly. My brother has been sick and is resting in the mansion. My son will take his place temporarily."

"What kind of epidemic disease has medicinal materials and prescriptions?"

The old emperor subconsciously took a few steps back, and there was a long distance between him.
Chapter completed!