As the carriage went east, more pedestrians on the road became scattered. Most of the extra passers-by were dressed in rags and their eyes were dull, and they were dragging their steps on the road and walking slowly.

Chen Xian put down the curtain of the car, and he knew clearly that this was probably the refugees from Jiaxing.

"Go—" Liu Sen, who was driving the car, threw a thick steamed bun and threw it on the ground. Two or three refugees ran over quickly and started fighting for the steamed bun.

"These people are all fools." Liu Sen sighed, twisted halfway, picked up a car curtain and said, "Our family, today they heard that someone in Hangzhou opened a porridge shop and rushed south. On the way, they heard that Hangzhou was also suffering a disaster. Now only the Suzhou government opened a warehouse to release grain to provide relief to the refugees, and ran north like a headless fly. Now, it's better that they can still stop car and beg for food on this official road all day long!"

"This is not the more you run, the more you get!" Liu Sen curled his lips and said, "If I say it, it would be better to look for a place to go further than to compete with dogs here."

Chen Xian closed his eyes and shook his head, and pulled the curtain a little tighter.

Liu Sen didn't know that even if these people who have lost hope of life heard about any possible chance of survival, they would be like drowning people grabbing a straw. When this news is chaotic and even basic food and clothing cannot be solved, these refugees will hesitate even more, because as long as they go the wrong path, they may starve to death under the city wall in despair.

The reason is very simple. He is also a man who fell into the water. Ten straws floated in front of him. Only by grasping the right one can he survive. Do you think he will hesitate?

But Chen Xian had no intention of explaining this psychological truth to Liu Sen, so he held Lu Xiaochai's tenderness and looked at the beauty in front of him with a pity. He knew that she must have remembered her first encounter with her escape, so he comforted her softly: "Xiaochai, I will find a way to help them..."

"Chen Lang... official, do you want to help them?" Lu Xiaochai was slightly stunned, then shook her head again: "There are too many refugees. When I heard from my brother, thousands of people gathered in Songjiang alone. Besides, the weather has only warmed up. I am afraid that more people will escape after eating the food and fleeing..."

Xiaoli was full of confidence in Chen Xian. The little maid shook her cute double-ring bun and said in a burning manner: "Xiaoli felt that there was nothing that the young master said could not be made. Even the young master could do the oil pan at the bottom of the knife mountain..."

Speaking of this, she glanced at her lady quietly and blinked cunningly, "Not to mention the fact that the media has formally married and helps the victims--"

"Xiao Li!" Lu Xiaochai suddenly became flustered, and glared at Xiao Li angrily and said, "You stinky girl! Don't be talking nonsense!"

"Xiaoli didn't talk nonsense, right?" Xiaoli stretched out his small tongue and blinked at Chen Xian.

Chen Xian smiled, reached out to rub her head, but stopped talking.

At the same time, Mi Huang, Fan Dingbo and Su Xinchen were on the carriage where the three of them rode together, but a fierce debate started because of these refugees.

Mi Huang sat cross-legged in the car, pressed his hands on his knees, and said seriously: "Mr. Su, please listen to the next sentence. This refugee was caused by natural disasters. If it weren't for the severe drought last year, how could they have traveled around for a bite of food to survive?"

Fan Dingbo was obviously a teammate in this debate. At this moment, he waved his fan and echoed: "Since the Ming Dynasty, there were no wars or treacherous ministers who were in trouble. The Jiangsu and Zhejiang areas are even more prosperous. If it weren't for natural disasters, what could it be?"

"Hmph, the idea is so narrow." Su Xinchong didn't care about any noble family, talented people in the capital, or the like. He narrowed his eyes contemptuously and said disdainfully: "If it is as you said that Jiangsu and Zhejiang are rich and rich, why are the people displaced just because of a year of drought?"

"That...that's because I've been happy for a long time and I don't have any food to store!" Fan Dingbo hesitated and defended.

Mi Huang interrupted, "I had a wise king in the Ming Dynasty, and even a wise minister like San Yang, who was famous all over the world."

"Where are San Yang?" Su Xinchen rolled his eyes and asked.

Mi Huang swallowed and said, "Three Yangs have gone to immortality one after another..."

Fan Dingbo is the most famous talent in the capital. He is usually polite. Today he joins hands with Mi Huang, but the scholar meets the soldiers and actually draws with such a rough man, Su Xinchang.

Su Xinzheng choked Mi Huang so much that he couldn't speak, so he continued to say: "The victims are already so miserable. What relief measures can the government do?"

"Yes!" Fan Dingbo folded his fan in one fell swoop. At this moment, he found a place to refute and said happily: "In March of the 12th year of Zhengtong, the court issued an order to dismiss 515,000 stones of autumn grain in the disaster areas of Hangzhou, Jia and Hugong!"

"Haha." Su Xinchang chuckled twice: "Since that's the case, are these refugees wandering around after being full?"

Mi Huang felt something, so he frowned and speculated: "Is it because some grain chiefs ignored the imperial court's order and were still collecting autumn grain?"

"You are in the capital city, with a noble status, and you are always high above you, but you know the suffering of the people?" Su Xinchang shook his head and glanced at the obviously valuable transparent jade pendant on Mi Huang's waist: "Why not eat meat minced meat? You are talking about people like you."

"Since Brother Su said that I don't know the sufferings of the people, then I want to ask the previous question, where are we today?" Fan Dingbo turned his eyes and closed the fan and retorted: "Since Brother Mi and I are here, we already know the sufferings of the people. Therefore, Brother Su is such a bad statement!"

"Do you know why there will be chaos in Fujian?" Su Xinchen leaned back carelessly, lifted the curtains, and looked out the window, but he didn't want to see these two tangled guys again.

Mi Huang looked serious and frowned and said, "The people's chaos is naturally because someone incited them, and the evil people lured them for profit and made them famous. The people are simple and naturally believe their evil words easily, which aroused chaos!"

"Mr. Mi, you have to know that this rebellion is a brain-losing matter." Su Xinchen raised his eyebrows and said, "I will now give you a name and tell you, come with me to kill the prefect of Songjiang. When we become a big deal, I will give you an emperor. Are you willing?"

"Mr. Su, be careful!" Mi Huang looked flustered by his words. He dared to say such words that would be lost if others heard it. It was really...

"Are you willing?" Su Xinchen moved his head back from the window. Seeing that Mi Huang looked nervous and said nothing, he turned his head to look at Fan Dingbo, who was also gloomy and asked, "Fan Dacaizi, are you willing?"

"I..." Fan Dingbo glanced at Mi Ying, then waved the folding fan in his hand in a panic, and said repeatedly: "No, no, I don't want to!"
Chapter completed!