Metaphysical Talisman Wife Fortune-telling Spirit: Orion eats chaff and I eat meat

Bones are stewed in soup, and pork and rabbit are braised together. Not long after, the aroma wafted out from all three large iron pots.

Each person has a bowl of rice, topped with braised pork, and a ladle of soup...

Everyone was eating and snoring.

Especially the aroma of braised pork, everyone said with emotion: They have never tasted such sweet and delicious braised pork!

Xiao Luoyi listened and smiled at Chen Huaijin.

The wild boar was hunted by Chen Huaijin, but the rabbit was raised in space.

If we spend the night in the wilderness tonight and don't eat something good, Xiao Luoyi is afraid that everyone in the Mu family has poor health and will get cold.

Eating some rabbit meat produced in space can increase a little spiritual energy and reduce the probability of getting sick.

Sure enough, after eating the braised pork mixed with rabbit meat, everyone felt warm all over their bodies. When they slept in the thick quilts brought down from the carriage, they were no longer so cold, and soon fell asleep.

Fortunately, it didn't snow again during the night. After dawn, everyone worked together to shovel the snow. Chen Huaijin once again demonstrated his outstanding strength and endurance.

A group of people shoveled snow, and Chen Huaijin was the fastest. He rushed ahead alone.

Fortunately, after passing the thirty or so feet next to the hillside, the snow on the hillside did not roll down, and the snow on the road was not so thick, and we could barely walk.

Everyone then hurriedly ate the remaining wild boar breakfast and started walking forward again.

Today, the fragrance of ginger and milk wafts from the prince's carriage.

Chen Huaijin still sent ginger milk and snacks to each carriage. In addition to his grandfather and grandmother who gave more, other members of the Mu family gave one per head.

Mu Wanwen was astonished as she ate the sweet and slightly spicy ginger milk. She couldn't help but ask Chen Huaijin who was passing by the carriage: "Second cousin, what kind of ginger milk... are you making?"

She also lived in the Zhongming Dingshi House in the capital when she was a child, but she had never eaten anything like this.

Chen Huaijin felt faintly proud when he talked about this: "My wife made it. She put some milk in when making ginger tea, and who knew it would end up like this."

Mu Wanwen: "..." She felt sour for no reason.

That Mrs. Xiao, I heard that she can communicate with ghosts and gods, but she actually does such a thing?

But her appearance is so outstanding!

Mu Wanwen thinks that she is not bad looking, but compared with Xiao Luoyi, she is still not good enough.

Xiao Luoyi is too beautiful!

She looks so coquettish and timid, but she looks like she is seducing a man!

She suddenly felt that the ginger milk in her hand no longer smelled good.

Mu Wanqiong next to her had already finished her portion. Seeing Mu Wanwen in a daze, she couldn't help but ask: "Sister Wen, if you don't want to eat, will you give it to me?"

Mu Wanwen glanced at her: "You have a beautiful idea!"

After finishing the ginger milk in his hand in a few seconds and stuffing the snack into his mouth, Chen Huaijin came next to the carriage to deliver charcoal.

He is tall and has long legs, and it is not too difficult to walk in the heavy snow that reaches his calves.

Mu Wanwen and Mu Wanqiong thanked him, took the charcoal, and watched Chen Huaijin go away.

I have to say that this second cousin’s appearance and back are very beautiful!

It's a pity that he is just a hunter.

The carriages and horses moved slowly along the way, but fortunately, one day later, we finally entered a city!

And after a day of melting snow, carriages and horses can finally be used normally on the official road.

Presumably the speed will be faster in the next few days.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Because it was a private matter, the prince did not intend to let the state officials know of his arrival, and everyone in the group kept a low profile.

But they were still stopped. There were more children than usual on the roadside with grass tags on their heads, and next to them were their parents.

As soon as someone saw the convoy approaching, they rushed out immediately, shouting: "Master! Buy a child! It's cheap! Only one tael of silver!"

"Buy mine! Mine only costs 800 yuan!"

"Buy me...my six hundred coins..."

"If you buy mine, you can give me whatever you want..."

"I don't need any money!" A woman summoned up the courage to shout, and the crowd swarming up was silent for a moment.

The air suddenly became quiet, and the woman herself was frightened for a moment, then gritted her teeth and continued shouting.

"As long as you give your child a bite of food and don't let her starve to death, my child doesn't need money!"

As soon as he said this, the child who had been silent just now suddenly burst into tears!

Crying is contagious, and several other children who were marked also started crying one after another!

Xiao Luoyi and Chen Huaijin both looked at the Crown Prince Yang Chenghou in the carriage.

Turn a blind eye?

Or hide your identity and rescue these few?

Or directly ask the local government to provide disaster relief?

Yang Chenghou looked solemn: It was only November, and there was a sudden heavy snowfall, which destroyed many weak houses.

The villagers who lacked food and clothing had no choice but to sell their children.

After all, families who can afford to buy children must give them a mouthful of food, so that the children will not starve to death.

It didn't take Yang Chenghou long to make a decision: "Let the guards buy some steamed buns and thick clothes and shoes for these people, and take them to the government office."

Manager Mo agreed neatly and went down to give the order.

The carriage turned around and headed towards the government office.

The government office has begun to organize manpower for disaster relief based on past experience, but the magistrate is also in a dilemma: "Your Highness, it's not that I don't want to provide disaster relief, but there are not enough manpower!"

"Most of the houses that have really collapsed are in deep ravines. Now that the mountains are blocked by heavy snow, it is not easy to get in and out. Those that can be sold with children are considered good!"

"A village sends one or two people in. It's difficult to go in by yourself, and you can't bring much food. If you send more people, how can there be so many people in so many villages?"

Yang Chenghou frowned: "Check how many nearby state capitals were hit by the disaster. Transfer people from places where the disaster is not serious. Rescue is the first priority!"

"Yes!" The prefect immediately executed it.

But a new problem appeared in front of Yang Chenghou: due to heavy snow, transportation was inconvenient, and food prices began to soar.

Many families couldn't afford food, and those who didn't freeze to death also starved to death!

The government offices opened warehouses to provide disaster relief, but they only dared to distribute porridge: they were afraid that the grain stocks would not be able to withstand the melting snow.

Yang Chenghou asked the prefect to notify the wealthy households to provide porridge for disaster relief, and promised that if they were willing to donate more than 3,000 kilograms of food for disaster relief, the prince would give them a personally inscribed "House of Good Deeds" plaque, so that they could keep it as a shining lintel in the future. .

This actually made many wealthy households think about it and raised a lot of food.

The prefect breathed a sigh of relief, as this solved an urgent problem.

Go all the way and make arrangements along the way.

There were originally fifty or sixty guards accompanying him, but as he walked, there were only more than twenty people left. They were all sent by him to supervise and coordinate disaster relief matters in various prefectures.

As we entered Yongzhou Mansion, the snow melted a little, but the weather became even colder.

Now that the road is open, more people come to Fucheng to sell their sons and daughters.

From time to time, we see people with straw signs posted on the roadside. There are always sounds of crying, and the atmosphere is depressing.