"Brother, do you want to buy flowers?"

Perhaps it was because Yan Liqiang stood outside the city gate in the west of the imperial capital for too long. Among the bustling crowds, Yan Liqiang's figure standing outside the city gate was as firm as a sculpture. A little girl selling flowers nearby finally walked over and called Yan Liqiang timidly, wanting to sell the flowers he picked to Yan Liqiang.

The little girl's voice made Yan Liqiang come to his senses suddenly. He looked down and saw a little girl of five or six years old standing in front of him, holding up a handful of golden calendula in her hand, looking at him with hopeful eyes, "Brother, look at my flowers. They just picked from the hillside this morning, and it's fresh. This handful of flowers only has ten copper plates..."

The little girl selling flowers had a dish on her face, wearing a light blue dress that was a little old, and had several patches on her clothes. When she raised her hand, the sleeves of the clothes slid down a lot, almost exposed to her elbow, perfectly explaining what it means to be stretched. Her little hand holding the flowers also looked a little rough, with a crack on the back of her hands, and a few thin wounds on her palms.

This little girl, at first glance, was in a difficult situation at home and made money by selling flowers.

In April, the spring in the imperial capital was in full swing, especially in the afternoon, most of the people who came out of the city gate went out for a trip to enjoy the scenery. The little girl was selling the flowers she picked here. Those young ladies who were in a good mood might be able to take out a few copper plates and buy her flowers. There were also a few children who were selling flowers nearby. It seemed that they were all children living in nearby villages and towns not far outside the imperial capital. Although the imperial capital was the capital of the Han Empire, there were also poor people, poor people living at the bottom, and there were many.

Looking at the little girl's big, flickering dark eyes, Yan Liqiang was in a daze. These eyes suddenly reminded Yan Liqiang of a picture about the Hope Project that he saw on the Internet in his previous life. The little girl in the picture was so similar to the little girl in front of him.

Because Yan Liqiang didn't speak, the little girl couldn't help but introduce the flowers in her hand. "Brother, look, this flower can be taken back and put in a vase. It can be kept for several days. My brother can also give it to my sister. I know that many sisters like calendula the most. If my brother doesn't like to watch it, this flower can be placed in the kitchen to cook, which has the effect of clearing heat and detoxifying..."

"Okay, I want this money!" Yan Liqiang smiled, touched his body, took out a piece of silver worth less than five cents, stuffed it into the little girl's hand, and then took the handful of calendula.

"Ah, brother, do you have change? I can't find these money?" the little girl said in embarrassment.

"It's okay, I'll give it to you if you have more, so don't look for it!"

Listening to Yan Liqiang's words, the little girl's eyes blinked vividly. After discovering that Yan Liqiang was not joking with her, a bright smile appeared on the little girl's face, "Thank you brother..." After saying that, the little girl held the piece of silver that Yan Liqiang gave her tightly and ran away. After running a few steps, she thought of something again. She stopped suddenly, bowed to Yan Liqiang, and then ran towards another seven or eight-year-old boy selling flowers not far away, and handed the silver in her hand to the little boy.

Yan Liqiang also faintly heard the little girl happily saying to the little boy, "Brother, the big brother over there gave me five cents of silver, saying no, you can ask me to pay the tuition for the village martial arts school this month, so my brother can follow me to practice martial arts, no longer need to help others wash clothes..."

"When I learn martial arts and grow up, I can protect Yingying and my mother, so that Yingying and my mother will not be bullied, and also make money. I buy a lot of delicious food for Yingying and my mother and buy beautiful clothes!" The little boy also said seriously, waved his fist, and the little girl looked at her brother with a smile on her face...

Looking at everything in front of him, Yan Liqiang looked at the marigolds in his hand. His mood became more complicated. He picked up the marigolds, sniffed them, then took a deep breath, walked towards the city gate, and entered the city.

Today is the afternoon of April 28, the 13th year of Yuanping!

There are four years, four months and ten days left before the city is destroyed!

Four years later, on the evening of September 7, 17th year of Yuanping, a huge meteorite falling from the sky will completely erase the city and everyone living on the re-inspection plain of this city...

If everything has not changed, the little girl, the little girl's mother, and his brother just now will disappear into this world in the heavenly disaster four years later.

The reason why Yan Liqiang stood at the city gate just now was because he looked at the tall city wall and the crowd entering and leaving the city gate, and then thought of the inevitable terrifying disaster four years later, and he was distracted for a long time.

Entering and leaving the city gate are running small vendors, youthful boys on their faces, innocent girls holding kites, warriors carrying bows and guns, wealthy families with many cars and horses, and ordinary and happy families with their families on a trip...

At this time, who would have thought that in four years, everything in front of you would disappear like a bubble?

If possible, Yan Liqiang would rather everything that happens in the Heavenly Dao Divine Realm be a nightmare than an upcoming future.

What can you do? How can you help these countless people avoid becoming ashes one day in the future, and how can you save them?

This thought kept hovering in Yan Liqiang's mind, making Yan Liqiang feel a kind of pressure that suffocates him!

These are not three or five, or even three or five hundred, but millions of lives...

In the deer garden, Yan Liqiang was complacent for his strong strength a few days ago, but at this time, Yan Liqiang suddenly felt that he was truly pitiful, weak and helpless.

At this time, even if he was holding a horn on the street and shouting, saying that a natural disaster that would destroy the entire imperial capital in a few years would come, and everyone would move away quickly, how many people would believe it? As a result, no one could save him, and he would be arrested by everyone as a madman and a person who wanted to deceive the public and throw himself into prison. In the Han Empire, facing such people who promote strange powers and chaos in public create a panic atmosphere, once they are taken down by the government, they may not have to ask questions, and their heads will be chopped off, because this is a taboo for the rulers.

What can I do?

Yan Liqiang was confused...

After practicing gun technique in the back mountain of the Arrow Field in Luyuan today, Yan Liqiang, who was a little irritated, thought of his agreement with Lu Peien, so he left Lu Peien and came back to the imperial capital to meet Lu Peien...

Today, it has been almost twenty days since I met Lu Penn last time.

Lu Peien came to Dijing this time to make a lotus root coal. If you want to do this in Dijing and open up the situation, it will definitely not take three or two days, so Lu Peien should have lived in the Ganzhou Guizhou Guild Hall during this period.
Chapter completed!