I went northwest and the leisurely mood of traveling around the mountains and rivers gradually became heavier.

The cold wind in winter swept up the dust on the ground. Lu Liangsheng and others' vision was densely crowded with people, with ragged figures staggering past him and the Taoist.

".........When I left, there were not so many people coming here."

Sun Yingxian, who has always been hippie and smiling, looked solemn at this moment. All the refugees from northwest who were fleeing.

After a few feet of distance, Lu Liangsheng stopped with the donkey. In his sight, the thin old man fell down, no one paid attention to it. The woman holding the child followed her husband sobbed. The child in his arms cried loudly. The hungry man saw a weed on the ground and rushed over, digging hard on the ground, stuffing the soil and stems into his mouth, chewing while crying.

Such a picture is a feeling that a scholar has never had before.

"What are the governments doing..."

Lu Liangsheng has read some books on political affairs. There is no rain in spring, summer and autumn. He Liangzhou has basically eaten what he can eat. It is cold in the northwest at this time when the winter is cold. If the victims persist, even if there are rich families who are kind enough to serve porridge, they will be just a drop in the bucket. More people will die of starvation... Therefore, there will be a journey ahead of them.

The crowd seemed to have no end, and it was crowded. Part of it hit Lu Liangsheng. I don’t know how many hands touched his possible pockets, and they were all invisibly bounced open, but they were still flocking to it.

Some people even set their sights on the old donkey and came to rob them. Sun Yingxian kicked his knees and lay on the ground wailing. Soon they were pulled away by their companions.

"Lao Lu, it's not a big reason at this time, they are already hungry."

The Taoist also knew that he had just made a ruthless footstep, but if he didn't do that, more people would come up, and maybe the two of them would even be stripped off their clothes.

Why didn't Lu Liangsheng know what Sun Yingxian said? Otherwise, he would have taken out the only few cakes on his body at the beginning, but once he took them out, he would have more hands to reach out. What should he do after that?

"Let's go ahead and take a look. Don't you have a monk here? Let's work together and do something."

Lu Liangsheng, wearing a scholarly robe, walked upstream in the vast crowd like a vast crowd. He saw it basically hunger, fear and death. As an old woman walked, she lost her breath and fell to the ground, and no one paid attention to it. The child who had lost her parents stood in place, looking at a person who had passed by numbly, with a desperate look around him. After a moment, he was taken away by someone.

Lu Liangsheng buried the old woman's body on the side of the road and found the child in the crowd, but he had lost one of his legs and was lying on a big rock and was dying. He lost too much blood and could no longer be saved.

For several days, he was burying the body, or saving several children, and sending it back to his parents.

Even if there is magic, a person's power is limited in the face of such a disaster. Even the Taoist who has been standing by and watching cannot help but see his appearance.

"What the hell is the government doing..."

When we were about to arrive at the first city in Heliangzhou, Lu Liangsheng said the sentence he said when he first arrived at the border that day.

The temperature dropped sharply and became colder.

One night, Lu Liangsheng used the technique of passing through the wall, like a ghost, through the city walls, through the houses, and rushed directly to the backyard of Zhangtai County Government.

The county magistrate who was sleeping with his wife heard the sound of footsteps, opened his eyes and had not sat up yet. In the dark, a figure rushed out on the wall with calligraphy and paintings hanging on it.

"Who are you!"

As soon as the slap was heard, the curtain blew and swelled, and the whole person flew forward and slammed on the big round table. The exquisite tea utensil fell to the ground with a loud bang. The woman on the bed hugged the quilt and screamed.

The next second, he was fainted by the wide sleeves that were brushed. Lu Liangsheng turned his head and looked at the county magistrate pressing on the table. His words were like he squeezed out of his throat with all his strength.

"Why don't you open the warehouse and release grain?!"

"This...this expert."

The county magistrate's hands and feet were cold. Looking at the haggard and red faces in front of him, waves of numb coldness surged across his body.

How could the other party come out of the wall be an ordinary person?

"...The officials have no choice. The official warehouse has already released grain, but the rain has not dropped this year, and there is not much food and fodder collected. They have to be handed over to the capital... Now there are even rats in the granary... If you don't believe this, the official will take you to see."

Lu Liangsheng nodded, used his magic to take the county magistrate to several official warehouses, and only a few moldy old grains were left.

"The northwest is already barren and there is never enough food to eat... We really can't encounter this severe drought that has never been seen in a century."

"Where is the imperial court? There is no relief food?"

"I came here once, but how many are left in each county? From spring to winter, there are more than 100,000 mouths, like bottomless pits, where is there enough food..."

....

When he returned to the city, the county magistrate's words were still echoing in Lu Liangsheng's ears. When he sat down, the Taoist handed him a water bag and sat down next to him.

"How about it?"

The toad Taoist next to him was lying on the stone, basking in the moonlight, turned his head and hummed: "You still need to ask? You will know at a glance."

"Master...I don't understand."

Lu Liangsheng held the water bag and looked at the refugees gathered at the foot of the mountain. On the city wall not far away, soldiers holding torches patrolled back and forth to strictly prevent disaster victims from entering the city.

"...I don't understand why the imperial court only brought a batch of food. Is it because the northwest thalassin is poor and people are despicable... deserve to starve to death?"

He pursed his lips, suddenly got up, took a scroll from the bookshelf, and headed towards the bottom of the mountain. Sun Yingxian followed behind and shouted to him: "Lao Lu, what are you going to do?!"

The scholar who rushed to the city did not respond and walked quickly to the porridge shed. There was naturally no pot and scoop, only an empty old long table was placed there.

The torch light of the city wall shines outside the wall, and the numb victims gather together to keep warm, extending endlessly in the dark night.

A girl huddled in her mother's arms looked over, blinking her hungry eyes, and curiously looking at a figure standing in the porridge shed.

I couldn't help but call out: "Mom, there are people over there..."

On the other end of his sight, Lu Liangsheng closed his eyes slightly, loosened his fingers, and spread his sleeves. The blank scroll spread out and spread out flat on the long table.

Nie Honglian floated from the dark night, as if she understood what the scholar was going to do, and put the ink inkstone he brought next to her.

"Hong Lian grinds ink for the young master."

When the slender jade finger gently grind the ink block and turned into a pool of ink, Lu Liangsheng stretched out the tip of his pen and dipped it. Then, he drew a big circle on the white paper and sketched it several times, gradually forming a plate shape in Hong Lian's eyes.

Qingmo stayed on the scroll along the tip of the pen, and pieces of steamed buns formed and piled up.

Lu Liangsheng's forehead and cheeks were covered with sweat. He poured all his magic power on it. The moment he stopped writing, he unscrewed the water bag and took a sip, and sprayed out the mist and sprinkled it on it.

"As long as your cultivation is not damaged, your magic power can be restored in a few days. Now, if you use it in practice, you should be able to save some lives..."

In the sound, the dancing mist slowly descended from the scroll, and the steamed buns outlined in green ink filled with fragrance. A large plate filled with a pile of steamed buns floating onto the table from the painting, steaming hot and floating away.

The child who was huddled in his mother's arms opened his eyes wide and watched all this. He broke away from his mother's hands, stood weakly on the ground, and slowly approached the past step by step.

Lu Liangsheng wiped away the sweat stains on his face, smiled, and a small figure with barefoot and messy hair came over carefully.

Opposite the little girl, who was not yet tall, raised her dirty little face and felt a little timid. She looked at the steamed buns on the table and opened her mouth with a vain.

"...Big brother...my mother is sick... can I get a steamed bun?"

Maybe I was afraid that it would be too much, so I quickly changed my words.

“………half…half piece is also made…”

Lu Liangsheng took two pieces and stuffed them into the little girl's hand, touched her head: "Take it to your mother for food, if there is not enough, come and get it."

"Well... Thank you, brother."

The dirty little face smiled. The little girl ran back with two steamed buns and handed them to the mouth of the woman with a blue face. Perhaps she smelled the fragrance. The woman opened her eyes and couldn't help but open her mouth and bite it directly, chewing it quickly and swallowing it.

Around them, hungry people who smelled the aroma of steamed buns stood up from the ground, but did not snatch them. They stared at the only steamed bun left in the little girl's hand and swallowed their saliva.

"Xiaochai, where did your steamed bun come from?"

"There is a good-looking big brother over there, and there are a lot more."

Following the direction where the dirty little finger pointed, the long table in the porridge shed was filled with big white steamed buns. The scholar stood there and looked at them and smiled, turning around and walking towards the mountain.

People were rushing, and the little girls were squeezing some steamed buns on the long table. The plates soon came to the bottom, but someone else squeezed over from behind and shouted, "The person who took the steamed buns gave up the place, and let other people who didn't eat take some."

There were also people who took more, shouting and pinching four or five in their hands. Soon, the whole plate was empty, and the little girl squeezed into front of her and cried at the table.

"What's going on?" "It's gone...you bastards, can't you take a little less?" "I'm going to starve to death, who can give me a piece of it!"

During the commotion, someone suddenly shouted at the long table.

"Hey, look, there are steamed buns again!"

I saw that the originally empty plate instantly piled up dozens of steamed buns and piled them up.

"This is a magic technique..." "I just saw that scholar." "I saw it too, it was a scholar."

Someone was still holding a steamed bun in his mouth, but he knelt down and cried. The words spread, and a group of people suddenly knelt down towards the mountains where Lu Liangsheng was walking.

"The gods are revealed..." "Don't take them randomly, be careful that the gods are unhappy."

"Yes, everyone has a share, come one by one."

The previous chaos gradually subsided, and several long rows spontaneously lined up, and steamed buns were picked up from the long table in an orderly manner.

The sound of the wind on the mountain was sobbing.

Taoist, Toad Taoist, still looked at the weak scholar in confusion. The mountain breeze blew his hair, Lu Liangsheng sat on the stone, feeling the kindness coming from below, weakly spoke with a smile.
Chapter completed!