Although it is said that one cannot use one-sided things to look at the development of the entire society.
But if you cannot see the darkness, or are unwilling to face the darkness, how can you achieve true justice and light?
Outside the city of Fuzhou, densely packed people stood in the rain, waiting for the victims to be rescued by the porridge factory. Their clothes were in rags and their eyes were sad. Not long ago, they were the most hardworking people in this land, but a sudden flood made it difficult for them to do so.
They lost everything.
The fields full of hope, the sheltered homes, the carefully raised livestock, everything they valued more than their lives were lost.
Now they are standing in the cold autumn wind and drizzle, their bodies trembling under their thin clothes. They are dragging their families, old and young, helplessly waiting for relief from the court.
They stared at the big steaming iron pots in a daze, holding the bowls in their hands tightly.
Men, women, old people, children.
No matter how beautiful the world is, there are darknesses, and these darknesses are the epitome of all the misery in the world.
Even though he was an ordinary citizen in his previous life, Zhu Yunxi lived in a world with abundant supplies and hope. After coming to this world, he lived in a magnificent palace, wandered around the prosperous capital, and enjoyed the happiness of the people all over the world.
support.
The miserable sight in front of him was like a sword being stabbed into his heart. The heart-wrenching pain and the tremors of his soul poured into his brain.
On top of the war horse, Zhu Yunxi's eyes instantly turned red as he looked at the victims standing in the cold autumn wind and rain. His hands clenched the reins of the war horse bitterly to prevent himself from trembling.
Your Highness! Jie Jin, who was accompanying him, saw Zhu Yunxi's face full of sadness and comforted him, saying that the long journey is already physically tiring, so don't get excited or sad and hurt your body!
As he spoke, he looked at the victims, and there was some sadness in his words. The Ming Dynasty was too big, and natural and man-made disasters were unavoidable. God is ruthless, but you are affectionate, and the country is full of ups and downs!
At this time, Zhu Yunxi's imperial envoy's honor guard passed in front of the victims. The soldiers in countless places seemed to be afraid that Wang Jia would be collided, and they gripped their swords and guns and angrily opened the way.
The victims and the government officials distributing relief also saw Zhu Yunxi's imperial envoy Wang Jia.
They were all stunned for a moment. Many of the victims were illiterate. They didn't know who they were, but they knew he was a very noble person.
Suddenly, an old man with gray hair rubbed his eyes while looking at Zhu Yunxi's festival flag, and then knelt directly in the muddy water. Folks, the emperor sent Prince Chitose to provide relief to us!
The prince is a thousand years old!
The victims let out mixed and deeply frightened cries and knelt on the muddy ground.
Zhu Yunxi's heart twitched violently again.
Perhaps in the eyes of others, he is the emperor's direct grandson, the prince of the Ming Dynasty, or even the future prince of the Ming Dynasty.
But his soul is a soul from the hereafter.
Looking at the people in front of me in the cold rain and being beaten by the autumn wind, tears instantly burst out of my eyes.
He suddenly remembered the unforgettable scene when he was a soldier.
That day, there was a heavy rain, and they, the new recruits who had just joined the company, stood upright in the rain. In addition to the sound of rain, their ears were filled with the roar of the instructor who was also standing in the rain.
Remember, when you become this soldier, your life is not yours.
From today on, your lives belong to the country and the people.
Zhu Yunxi was a child from a poor family and a son of the people. He couldn't bear the sadness at this situation and got off his horse.
The exquisite boots stepped on the mud, and black muddy water flew everywhere. Zhu Yunxi strode toward the porridge factory, and the guards and officials behind him quickly followed.
It was such a cold day, so the victims were left waiting for relief in the rain! Zhu Yunxi was furious. The people had not enough to eat, and they were still wet in the rain. Wasn't he expecting them to cause trouble?
He walked to the iron pot with a canopy, which contained thick rice porridge. He picked up a long chopstick and inserted it directly into it.
According to the law of the Ming Dynasty, the porridge for disaster relief must be inserted with chopsticks without falling over.
Fortunately, the chopstick was tilted but did not fall over.
However, just because the chopsticks haven’t fallen over now doesn’t mean that the chopsticks didn’t fall over before.
Without people coming from the central government, the local authorities are just pretending to fool people if they can. Because the greater the disaster and the greater the number of victims, the more incompetent they appear.
If they were not thinking about covering the lid at the beginning, but how to properly provide relief to the victims, how could the disaster situation in Jiangxi have reached this point?
Yuan Wenqing, Chief Secretary of Jiangxi Province, said behind Zhu Yunxi, Your Highness can rest assured that the disaster relief porridge factories are operating in accordance with Ming law, and local officials dare not slack off!
Oh? Zhu Yunxi sneered and stretched his voice. How did Nagu hear that he had eaten one meal a day in the past few days, and it was rice soup that could make a human figure appear?
Yuan Wenqing was stunned and speechless.
Moreover, Gu also heard that there was actually sand in the relief food for the victims! Zhu Yunxi gritted his teeth and looked at the local officials in Fuzhou. The food given to the victims was ordered by the emperor and used Wuchang's military ration reserves. How could it be in the military rations?
Is there sand?
Yuan Wenqing was also furious. He turned back to look at the Fuzhou magistrate and gritted his teeth and asked, "What are you doing?"
Your Highness, I really don’t know! Fuzhou Tongzhi and Tongpan said at the same time that the grain shipped from Wuchang was transported directly to the porridge factory. There is absolutely no possibility that there is sand in the grain?
Hum! Zhu Yunxi sneered. If there is sand in the relief food for the victims, it is a crime to behead. If there is sand in the army rations, it is also a crime to behead. The orphans will find out and will not unjustly accuse the good people, but they will not let the bad people go!
As he spoke, he put his hand on the sword given to him by Zhu Yuanzhang at his waist, and suddenly shouted, "I came to Jiangxi to save people, but I also want to kill people. The disaster has become so rotten, who is at fault, we must give an explanation to the world!"
Jiangxi officials leaned over in fear and did not dare to say anything.
Then Zhu Yunxi looked at Yuan Wenqing and said, Yuan Buzheng, when did you arrive in Fuzhou?
Yuan Wenqing quickly said, I arrived yesterday! As he said that, he quickly explained that in Jiangxi, not only Fuzhou was affected by the disaster, but the four counties of Jianchang Prefecture were also severely affected...
But there was no civil uprising in Jianchang Mansion, right? Zhu Yunxi asked with a sneer.
Yuan Wenqing laughed sarcastically and lowered his head.
The Chief Secretary of a province is the highest chief executive, but he was not at the forefront of the disaster before the Central Committee arrived. Based on this, his official title as Chief Secretary has come to an end.
The porridge in the pot was cooked and steaming, but the victims were still kneeling in the cold rain.
Let the common people get up and put the porridge quickly! Zhu Yunxi said with a face.
Chitose has an order, get up and get the porridge! The guards shouted at the top of their lungs.
The food defeated the fear of the superiors, and the victims stood up, their empty eyes filled with anger, and the long queue seemed crowded.
The boiling hot porridge was served in broken bowls. Many people didn't care about how hot it was and devoured it on the spot. The smell of the food also made the ranks of the victims begin to move uneasily.
Suddenly, a little girl was squeezed out of the porridge line, and she and the bowl fell to the ground in the mud.
An old man quickly came out of the crowd and pulled the girl up. When the two of them turned around, they found that the spot they had just been occupied was already occupied by someone. They tried to squeeze in but were pushed away.
Liao Yong, Liao Ming! When Zhu Yunxi saw this scene, his eyes twitched and he shouted coldly.
Without saying a word, the Liao brothers walked into the crowded crowd with their riding whips in hand, pulled out the few blind men who were crowding around in the queue because of their physical strength, and started whipping them head-on.
Damn it! Your Highness is here, how dare you squeeze in and grab?
Fortunately, you are also seven feet tall. Can you die if you eat too late?
The sound of whips, angry curses, and men's howls of pain suddenly silenced the chaotic and crowded team.
Zhu Yunxi walked quickly to the old man and the girl, wanting to say something, but the two sad and timid faces in front of him blocked the thousands of words in his heart, and he could not say anything.
Old man!
child!
Zhu Yunxi frowned and wanted to touch their muddy bodies, but stopped.
Then, Zhu Yunxi looked at the victims who were receiving the porridge, and roared with all his strength from his chest, "Common people, I am the direct grandson of Emperor Hongwu of the Ming Dynasty. I am the King of Wu, Zhu Yunxi, who came to Jiangxi to provide relief to you by holy order."
Don't crowd, don't make a mess, don't grab! I will never let you go hungry again!
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I'm a little embarrassed to post this sad chapter on New Year's Day.
Let’s not talk about the protagonist Our Lady. Most young people in modern times are kind-hearted. Moreover, the protagonist was once a young man who was trained in the furnace of the army. Can he not feel uncomfortable?
The chapters are sad, but they are just novels.
Today is New Year's Eve, and the thief is here to wish everyone good health and lots of money.
I also wish our motherland prosperity.
I wish our world would be less miserable and more sunny.
(Emma, I didn’t know I was talking about a few words again, I’m such a clever little kid!)