The two of them kept wandering around the countryside and wilderness, but what they saw were all miserable scenes, and some people even exchanged their children for food.
However, Zhao Rui did not give these people the slightest help. He just gave them a cold look and continued moving forward.
After what happened just now, Ziyun didn't ask any more questions.
Although she also wanted to help these people, she knew that Zhao Rui must have some reason for doing this.
At this moment, a carriage appeared slowly.
Judging from the decoration of the carriage, the identity of the owner must be unusual, and there is some food piled behind the carriage.
At this moment, the carriage suddenly stopped, and a woman wearing linen and coarse cloth stepped out of the carriage.
She can dress herself up in a very shabby way, but it is not difficult to see her nobility and delicate face
"Steward, how long is it until the border of Dashang?"
The old housekeeper driving the carriage took a few deep breaths: "We should be able to arrive in one day."
The woman held her forehead and looked extremely anxious, as if something was urgent.
She raised her head and saw the miserable villagers next to her.
"Steward, let's distribute some food to these people. Since we are almost at the border, we won't be able to use up what's in the car!"
The old housekeeper was a little hesitant, but he couldn't resist the woman who took a bag of grain from the car and placed it among the refugees.
Who would have thought that as soon as the food was put down, a large number of refugees suddenly rushed out of the house next to them and rushed onto the carriage.