Chapter 46 The Emperor of the World (19)

In a world of ice and snow, zombies are often seen on the roadside outside the city, and the official roads can only be passed by soldiers from the nearby armies by clearing the snow every day.

Outside the city is like a purgatory on earth, where sons are exchanged for wives, human flesh is eaten, and human bones are used as firewood.

The situation in the city is not much better, the relief food issued by the government is only two bowls of porridge a day, how can this be possible?
The common people consumed these two bowls of clear porridge after only one trip, and everyone was so hungry that they were pale and emaciated.

Many people have no firewood to burn, no coal to burn, and their homes are as cold as ice, so they can only go to the temporary shacks built by the government. The shacks are burning with extremely poor quality charcoal fires, smoky, and poisoned if they are not careful.

These days were already very difficult, but in just half a month, the charcoal fire started intermittently, and then it stopped immediately. Everyone hid in the huts and shivered from the cold, and it seemed that they would not be able to survive.

They gathered people to go to the yamen to ask questions, nine out of ten times they were stopped outside the door and no one could be seen, and they finally met the last time, and then they shirked that they didn't have any charcoal now, the relief from the court was still on the way, waiting, Waiting.

This time, I waited for more than ten days and there was no whereabouts.

"Brother Shuisheng, let's go back, I'm so cold." The skinny, sallow-faced little girl leaned weakly on the man who was taller than her, and spoke weakly.

"This group of dog officials!" Shui Sheng clenched his fists and looked angrily at the gate of the yamen.

"You rascal! What kind of eyes do you have?" The guards at the gate of the yamen stepped forward and yelled at them with contempt in their eyes.

Shui was angry, but he went up to argue with them, but was stopped by the fellow fellow, "Shuisheng, let's go back first, don't quarrel with them."

Shui Sheng's eyes were full of disbelief, but he was forcibly taken back by his companions. The guard sneered, took a sip, and walked away.

"What are you guys doing to stop me?" Shui Sheng struggled away from them and asked.

Those few people are all yellow and thin, but they have a good foundation before, and they look much stronger than others.

"Shuisheng, what are you arguing with the guards at the yamen? It's a waste of energy if you win the argument, and you'll be taken to jail if you lose."

"Why does he shut me up?" Shuisheng shouted unconvinced, followed by helpless anger and sadness, he said in a sobbing voice, "How many days have the charcoal fire in the shed been cut off? Do you know? In the entire shed, except for us, we can still move around. How can the others have any strength? Mama Chen, Uncle Zhang, and Aunt Wu are about to die! Do you think I can take it easy?!"

"If they can add charcoal fire and food to us, they will arrest me if they arrest me."

When those few people heard Shui Sheng's words, their faces were filled with sadness, "Shui Sheng, who of us doesn't know what you said?"

"But this son of a bitch official, even if he arrests you, he won't add charcoal to us."

Shuisheng was indignant, "I see clearly that they took all our relief!"

A dark and skinny guy who was traveling with him lowered his head and said helplessly, "What can I do?"

Shuisheng snorted coldly, "I think we might as well turn against them and go to the granary to get the grain out for everyone to eat."

"Shuisheng! Don't talk nonsense about this, let's go back quickly."

Shuisheng's eyes were full of dissatisfaction, and he followed them towards the tents built by the victims.

They were only halfway there when they realized that the road was not the same as usual.

On weekdays, this road is deserted and deserted, and there is no trace of popularity except for snow.

But today, the road was cleaned by people, and noisy voices could be heard in the distance. Maybe they were starving and fainted, but they could smell the sweet rice and scallion pancakes.

The few of them were already hungry, and the smell made them even more greedy, and the saliva came out of their mouths.

"Brother Shuisheng, I seem to smell the fragrance of rice." The little girl's eyes were straight...

"Me too."

"I smell it too!"

"Let's go take a look."

A few people walked quickly along the scent, and the enticing smell of food came from the shack where the victims of the disaster had gathered.

The eyes of the few people were full of surprise, the wind was blowing under their feet, and they walked fast.

From a distance, they saw several carriages with the totems of the Sima family parked on the side of the road, and many people helped unload the carriages one by one.

They took a closer look and saw that it was charcoal fire and food. They were overjoyed, "We are saved!"

"Shuisheng, you guys are back! Hurry up and get the bowls. Everyone is scrambling to eat." The middle-aged man who spoke had unfinished scallion pancakes wrapped in his mouth, and pointed them the way.

Shuisheng looked over, and sure enough, there were several vats there, cooking steaming porridge, and next to the porridge were filled with scallion pancakes. Come alone.

When Shui Sheng was still watching in a daze, the people who came back with him had already run to get the bowls and chopsticks.

"Brother Shuisheng, let's get the bowls and chopsticks quickly."

"Brother Shuisheng?" Seeing that Shuisheng didn't answer, the girl called again, "Brother Shuisheng?"

The girl pushed Shuisheng helplessly, "Brother Shuisheng!"

"Xiaocao, let's go."

The girl gave a happy grace, "Brother Shuisheng, we can finally have a full meal."

"Yes."

"Everyone, don't think about anything today, eat well and drink well, and have a warm sleep at night."

"The Sima family are really good people."

"Yes, yes, thank you Sima family."

The victims of the disaster praised the members of the Sima family one by one. Sima Xuan had listened to what Yun Yihuan said a long time ago, and found a lot of people who were eloquent and good at spreading the word. These people made up a lot of jingles , Children's songs spread to the streets and alleys, and became nursery rhymes for children to play.

What happened here was soon reported to Wang Zhi.

"Oh? People from Sima's family would be so kind?" Wang Zhi was lying on a soft chair, and the room was burning with high-quality silver charcoal, which was as warm as spring.

The beautiful maid knelt on the ground, showing her smooth white arms to pinch Wang Zhi's feet. Wang Zhi's feet were soaked in hot milk, and there were fresh rose petals floating on the white milk.

"Who says it's not? It's said that there is no business without profiteers. Now that it's a disaster year, they don't take the opportunity to make a fortune. Instead, they all donate it. I don't know what they think."

Wang Zhi was lying lazily, and the maid beside him fed him a sip of snacks and soup from time to time, Wang Zhi swallowed the chicken soup and said, "Whatever, he is willing to be a good person, let them do their best, someone will help me It’s just right to appease the victims.”

"Your Excellency said so." The butler smiled flatteringly, and turned behind Wang Zhi to squeeze his shoulders.

"Butler Wu, have you received any reply recently?"

"My lord, the road has been blocked by heavy snow recently, and this letter is much slower than usual."

Wang Zhi nodded, "That's what you said." Sure enough, he closed his eyes and didn't say a word.

(End of this chapter)

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