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Chapter 17 The Richest Man in Yuanzhou
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In a ruined temple where refugees gathered in the south of Yuanzhou City, a little girl about five or six years old was holding a broken bowl carefully. In the bowl was the porridge that had been received by the porridge factory for a whole day. You can see the bottom clearly.

The little girl handed the porridge bowl to the mouth of an old woman lying at the feet of the Maitreya Buddha statue, and shouted timidly, "Grandma, grandma, open your mouth."

The old woman was gray-haired and wrinkled. She was already thin and out of shape. She exhaled too much and took in less air. At this time, she tried her best to open her cloudy eyes, grinned at the little girl, and said in a voice like a mosquito: "Daughter eat , grandma is not... not hungry, eat quickly, my daughter."

The little girl shook her head, holding the broken bowl in her hands red from the cold, and carefully handing it forward: "Grandma, have porridge."

The old woman didn't even have the strength to shake her head. She wanted to raise her hand to touch her granddaughter's head, but she only moved her fingers with all her strength. Then, she breathed out her last breath, and slowly closed her eyes. Can't open it...

Seeing that the old woman did not open her mouth, the little girl hugged the broken bowl into her arms, then reached out to scoop out a few grains of rice from the widowed rice soup, and then put her little hand to the old woman's lips: "Grandma, eat, I will feed you!"

The refugees around couldn't bear to look away, some wept, some sighed, and some squatted by the door of the ruined temple in a daze.

Only a ten-year-old boy silently swallowed his bowl of rice soup, walked up to the little girl, and said, "Don't feed it, your grandma is dead, eat it yourself, or you will die too."

The little girl was still holding her little hand, staring blankly at her grandma for a while, and finally burst into tears with a "wow". Those black cloth shoes with a few toes exposed.

"It's a pity." The boy looked at the few grains of rice on the ground, and said, "It doesn't matter, anyway, it won't last for a few days."

Hearing this, there was immediately buzzing discussions among the refugees.

"That's right, a bowl of porridge a day is enough to kill me!"

"I heard that only the private warehouses have been opened, and the official warehouses have not yet opened..."

"The warehouse in Yuanzhou is so big, why don't you open it?"

"Yeah, I can't live anymore!"

"We are foreigners, and the Yuanzhou government doesn't care about our life or death!"

"I heard that Master Fuzun is in Tingquan Temple in Xiantai Mountain in the west of the city, let's go and beg him!"

"Yes, if this continues, we will all die!"

"Let's go, let's go together."

"Go, you have to find a way to survive!"

As a result, more and more people responded, everyone drank the porridge in their hands in twos and threes, and then went to Xiantai Mountain in a group.

The boy picked up a piece of red cloth that didn't look too dirty under the altar, wiped the hands of the crying little girl, then pulled the little girl to bow to the old woman, saying: "The old man is here Heaven has spirit, bless your daughter to survive. Offended."

After three kowtows, he carefully peeled off the old woman's tattered jacket, wrapped it around the little girl, then tore off a piece of red cloth in front of the shrine, and covered the old woman.

After doing this, he bowed again, and then pulled up the little girl and followed the crowd.

On the official road outside the temple, inside a black carriage.

A young man who looked 27 or [-] years old put down the curtain of the car with a serious face and asked, "Has our food been delivered?"

The steward hurriedly replied: "Back to the second master, according to your instructions, [-] shi of rice and ten carts of winter clothes were delivered to the Yuanzhou private warehouse yesterday. The supervisor of the warehouse factory personally ordered the collection."

"There are enough warehouses in Yuanzhou, and with our donations, even if the refugees come one after another, it should be more than enough to deal with it for more than a month. By then, the imperial court's resettlement policy and relief food will arrive." The young man slowly lay down in the carriage. On the gorgeous soft bed, his right hand tapped on the desk seemingly unintentionally, and said: "How many days has it been? Is the porridge from the porridge factory free of chopsticks?"

The maid in the carriage gently handed over the hand stove, and said softly: "Second Master, you don't know. Guanshi Liu just said that one of the eleven granaries in Yuanzhou Beicang has not been opened, and the porridge donated by the porridge factory recently. All of them are rice from our Huo family."

"Did our Huo family take advantage of it?" Second Master Huo covered his lips with a Jinzhou silk handkerchief, coughed twice, and said slowly, "Come on, let's go to Tingquan Temple to see the crow of our prefect." How long can the ghost head shrink?"

"Yes!" Guanshi Liu responded, and whispered a few words to the coachman, and the carriage was far behind the refugee team, driving towards Xiantai Mountain.

Along the way, some refugees came upon hearing the news, and some followed them out of nowhere. In short, the team grew stronger.

The black carriage always followed the refugee team far away.At the foot of the mountain, Second Master Huo ordered the maid to open the curtains. He still lazily leaned on the soft bed and watched for a while, then suddenly raised his chin and asked, "The little man, do you know who it is?"

Guanshi Liu was stunned, followed the young man's gaze, and saw a white and cute boy at the end of the line in front of him carrying a thin little girl on his back. Then he woke up, and hurriedly said: "I'm following the refugees from the same state." Those who entered the city seem to... have no family members. Second master, do you want to check?"

"No need." Huo Erye covered his mouth and coughed lightly, shook his head, and said slowly: "Be careful, don't let him die."

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The entire city of Yuanzhou was under martial law, and there had never been so many soldiers patrolling the streets of Yuanzhou.

The common people speculated one after another, could it be that Qu Su's army is about to come to Yuanzhou City?Wasn't he beaten away by the Northwest Cavalry?
If the atmosphere in the streets and alleys is tense, then the air pressure in the government office of Yuanzhou is so low that Yin Duomi, the prime minister of Yuanzhou government, broke out in a cold sweat. The lord of the government found a reason to pray for the people and refugees of Yuanzhou and hid in Tingquan Temple. But he was asked to face the little Hades of the Northwest and report on the resettlement of the refugees.

"Unfortunately, there are too many refugees. Currently, there are seven porridge factories in the city and suburbs where the supply exceeds demand, but the number of refugees is still increasing..." Yin Fucheng wiped the cold sweat that slipped from his forehead when he said this.

Wang Chi just sat under the plaque hanging high in the mirror, looking through the information at hand, and didn't look at Yin Fucheng.But at this moment, he was frowning with a cold face, and he naturally showed the aggressive aura that comes with fighting in the battlefield all year round, which made Yin Fucheng sweat coldly in the cold weather, and dared not speak any more.

"What's the solution?" Wang Chi raised his head, his knife-like gaze swept over, Yin Fucheng's legs softened, and he almost fell to his knees.

Wang Chi threw the information in his hand into the silver charcoal brazier, and said coldly: "I'm here to arrest people, not to wipe your ass, Vice General Xi!"

"The last general is here." Xi Yuanqi clasped his fists out, making Yin Fucheng tremble in fright.

"Go to that mountain or temple, and invite Mr. Sun Zhengtong back, don't do business, and pray for the blessing of your son!"

Seeing that Xi Yuanqi took the order to leave, Yinfu Cheng was relieved, since Sun Zhifu came back, he didn't have to take care of everything.

After Wang Chi finished speaking, he glanced at Fu Cheng coldly: "Wait for me to keep you for dinner?"

Yin Fucheng was startled, and when he got up in a hurry, his legs softened and he knelt down. Shi Ling, who had been sitting beside him without speaking, couldn't help but laugh out loud, "Your Majesty, you don't have to be so polite."

Yin Fucheng slapped hahaha in embarrassment, and hurriedly saluted before exiting the government office.

But Wang Chi couldn't laugh, he still held a secret letter sent by the scouts in his hand and didn't throw it into the brazier, he frowned and said nothing.

Shi Ling also put away his smile, and asked curiously, "Brother Xueji, is there any news?"

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