"Hey! Your name is Hu Weiqin, right? You won't really help the princess do this kind of torture, will you?" someone in the crowd asked.

Hu Weiqin thought to himself: "What kind of torture is it to carve a pattern on a vessel?" But he didn't say anything, turned around and left.

As soon as he turned around, he felt his arm being pulled: "Where do you want to go? I want to ask you a question!"

Feeling the crowd coming around, Hu Weiqin frowned slightly and said coldly: "Let me go!"

Seeing this situation, Xue Qingshan also came over: "What are you doing? Are you going to make trouble?"

When the man who caught Hu Weiqin saw Xue Qingshan coming out to speak, his tone became even more unkind: "Xue Qingshan, shut your stinky mouth. Don't think that you can control us just because the princess asked you to take us to burn the kiln. Neither do we.

Maybe you can hand us over to him!"

Xue Qingshan's angry expression was filled with doubts: "What nonsense are you talking about?"

"Why am I talking nonsense? Don't you just want to be the third princess's dog and get a lot of points in exchange for it? For a few points, you can bark and you won't let others talk about it?"

Not long after Jiang Wutong left, she received a report from the government soldiers, saying that the gang suddenly started fighting for some unknown reason, and asked her how to deal with it.

After receiving this news, Jiang Wutong couldn't help but frowned. This group of people made trouble as soon as they arranged something: "Those who fight, have their points deducted!"

She had just listened behind those people's backs, and now points were their lives. The more points were deducted, the less they dared to cause trouble.

After leaving the experimental field, Jiang Wutong went directly to the city gate. She wanted to see the victims.

Previously, we arranged for people to isolate and observe the victims who were infected with the plague, and also prepared herbal medicines for collective distribution. It should be almost done by now.

Although the plague came and spread quickly this time, Jiang Wutong responded faster, quickly isolated the patients, distributed herbal soup, and kept all the victims in one place without permission.

Jiang Wutong sometimes thought that it was lucky that she could still feed the victims with food, otherwise she would not have been able to eliminate the plague so quickly.

She stood on the city wall again and asked Guan Zhi to use his inner strength to help her inform the victims: "Listen, everyone, now that the epidemic has been stably controlled, the weather is getting colder, and there is no place to live in the city. Everyone has been staying in the city.

It's not good to live outside. The princess decided to distribute some grain and sweet potatoes to everyone so that you can return to your hometown."

There was an uproar under the city wall, and the victims had different expressions.

Guan Zhi paused and then said: "The grain can be used for you to make rations on the road, and the sweet potatoes are for you to plant in the fields after you return home. You should also know that everyone in the city is planting sweet potatoes. This is a disaster.

Take back the good things that can keep you alive in the new year and plant them well!"

After saying all this, Guan Zhi jumped off the city wall, looked at the group of people below with a cold expression, and said coldly: ", do you really think they will be obedient?"

Jiang Wutong lowered his eyes and looked at the noisy crowd below, and said calmly: "What can I do if I don't obey? This is already the best choice."

The soldiers below were busy distributing supplies, while the three people on the wall stood quietly, with various thoughts in their hearts.

Suddenly, some soldiers from the government ran up and reported: ", there are unruly people making trouble and they don't want to leave!"

Jiang Wutong had long expected such a thing: "What's the reason?"

"It's because my hometown is too poor and I want to stay in Fucheng." Fu Bing replied hesitantly.

"I understand, you go down first, I will come down immediately to deal with it." Jiang Wutong looked coldly at the victims not far away who were crying and not wanting to leave.

She knew the reason. She had been hungry a while ago. After coming here for a few days, she had free food every day. She didn't have to do anything as someone gave them food and supplies. Apart from being so tight that she couldn't move around,

Everything else is stable.

Ordinary people are willing to enjoy this kind of stability.

But this is not a long-term solution. Jiang Wutong can't let the people in Qixia Jiefu City farm the land to support these disaster victims, right?

There is not enough place to live in the city, and it is obviously unrealistic to let them all naturalize in Qixia Realm. Now it is the best solution.

Jiang Wutong was wearing coarse clothes today, with only a simple wooden hairpin on her head. She lifted her feet and walked down the city wall in a dignified manner, opened the vermilion city gate, and looked at the victims seriously.

Seeing the gate suddenly opened, people looked over curiously, and saw the third princess who often stood on the city wall watching them walking over. Although she was dressed in simple clothes, she was full of majesty.

Everyone watched as she walked slowly to the woman who was crying and unwilling to leave.

When the woman saw her, not to mention crying, she almost forgot to breathe. This was the first time she was so close to the princess. She had never been so close before when the princess distributed herbal soup. She seemed to smell something on the princess.

It has a faint fragrance. I heard that noble people smell good on their bodies. It is indeed true.

Jiang Wutong lowered his head slightly: "Why don't you want to leave?"

The woman swallowed her saliva nervously. She forgot to wipe the mucus from her nose. She said in a trembling voice: "My lord... Your Highness, the hometown of the peasant woman can no longer be inhabited. Whatever you sow, you will die. If you stay here, you will die."

He will die too!"

"Where is your hometown?" Jiang Wutong asked patiently.

"The folk woman's hometown...is...in the Star-Han Realm."

Jiang Wutong understood. He had long heard that the disaster in Xinghan Realm was serious and poor. Even the prefect of Xinghan Realm starved to death while taking office. No next prefect dared to take office.

After thinking for a moment, she reassured: "Don't worry, just take the sweet potatoes I gave you and plant them when you go back. They will definitely survive."

Wushuang Country is not big, the climate is generally mild, and there has been a lot of rainfall in previous years. In such a land, sweet potatoes will definitely be able to survive. At most, the yield will be less, which is better than having nothing to eat.

"!" After hearing this, the woman knelt down on the ground, hugged Jiang Wutong's legs tightly, and cried loudly, ", please don't drive us away, you are our savior."

, are our reborn parents, we are willing to stay to repay you, please don’t drive us back again!”

The woman's voice was very contagious, and many people were immediately moved. They threw down the sweet potatoes in their hands and knelt down to Jiang Wutong: ", please stay with us. We will never gather together to infect the epidemic again. We will definitely

She loves to be clean and smokes her body with mugwort every day..."

"Yes! , don't drive us away. We are very capable of working. We can reclaim wasteland and grow food around Qixia Realm. We can live outside the city. I just ask you not to drive us away!"

"... Wuwu... don't leave... Wuwu..."
Chapter completed!