The little beggar was almost carried to a porridge shed. The porridge shed was in order because there were people to take care of it.

This is how people are. After a disaster, because of despair, people begin to lose their moral bottom line, and once they are out of order, chaos arises; but once someone starts to rebuild order and gives people hope, then these originally irritable people will become peaceful at this moment.

With hope, there is everything.

The most important thing is that when the officers and soldiers who had acne had scars after the fever, they sweated overnight and recovered their health. The news came out and countless people seemed to have seen vitality. It turned out that smallpox can be prevented and treated, and porridge sheds were set up everywhere to avoid starving to death. Even if smallpox is dyed, they can still be treated, no longer care about it.

So here, the victims with hope formed a long queue of long queues, each holding dishes and carrying porridge.

On the other side, someone set up a shed and hung a colorful flag for acne on his head. It was already crowded. Several soldiers carried the little beggar to the shed and said, "Get, let go... There is a crazy person here. Most of the whole family is in trouble. Come on, plant it first. If you plant it, please do whatever he wants. I'll pay it for you."

"What are you...what are you going to do?"

The little beggar was carried into a shed by someone. Several people in the shed were familiar with holding a needle that was burnt red. Someone fixed him to a desk. The little beggar exclaimed: "Bold, bold, don't stab me, I'm afraid of needles, ah..."

He screamed, the needle had been pierced on his arm, and someone familiarly applied him with pus.

The little beggar's tears flowed out and he said angrily: "I'm so bold. Is there any king's law? I want to kill your nine clans. Whoever stabs me, who is..."

Several people next to him were muttering that when the little beggar was given an acupuncture, it seemed that there was no blood. Well, in order to prevent problems before they happen...

The old official who was responsible for vaccinating acne for people rolled up his sleeves and stabbed it with another needle. This time he hit the spot, the blood beads rolled out, and the little beggar cried out again.

"Okay, okay, you can leave."

The little beggar was driven out, but the person behind him had already entered the shed, looking very happy: "I want to eat acne, I want to eat acne."

The little beggar looked confused and confused. He was very confused when he heard and saw here, but the place where the needle was acupuncture still felt a vague pain. He was very annoyed, but at this moment, someone said, "The imperial envoy is here."

This voice came, and the heads suddenly swayed, and a trace of chaos began to appear in front of the porridge shed. Everyone looked up at the prime minister, hoping to see the style of the imperial envoy.

When the little beggar heard this, he immediately shouted: "Ye Aiqing, Ye Chunqiu..."

But a group of servants came over a young man wearing black veil. The young man pursed his lips and looked gentle, but the people around him were extremely respectful to him. Many victims knelt down and said, "Sir, the imperial envoy... OK..."

Ye Chunqiu arrived in front of the porridge shed and saw the porridge in the bucket. Listening to the officers' reports, he sometimes frowned, sometimes nodded, and whispered a few words. He did not dare to greet the enthusiastic victims, for fear of being surrounded. This situation had happened several times before, so he was thinking about going to the next porridge shed as soon as possible.

He was still calculating in his mind how many days the existing food could last, and the matter of consuming acne must be stepped up. Ye Chunqiu almost mobilized everyone to find sick cows, but this was still a bit insufficient. Disaster relief was a race against time. The only thing worthy of thanks was that many servants had gathered now, and the guards were also listening to it. The order of Datong was established, and the streets had begun to be cleaned. All the corpses could only be piled outside the city for cremation. As long as you understand the clues, you would gradually become handy.

He heard someone calling him Ye Aiqing, Ye Chunqiu was stunned for a moment, raised his eyes, looked around, then shook his head and smiled bitterly. It seemed that he had not slept well yesterday, was mentally deficient, and had auditory hallucinations? But...

Damn...no.

Even if I am hallucinating, the one who is hallucinating should be the voice of my wife. How come I hear the voice of the little emperor? This is wrong. Could it be that the person I think about most is...

Ye Chunqiu felt chills, and a disgusting impulse suddenly surged in his heart. He had to laugh so that people would not see through his thoughts.

The sound appeared several times, but was quickly covered up by the sounds made by countless crowds.

"The grace of the imperial envoy for survival, villain..."

"Sir... I'm Master Qingtian."

"Sir, my A Cai is in the Wengcheng. Can I save it?"

Ye Chunqiu had no choice but to bow to them and replied: "Don't worry, I have been instructed by Your Majesty and will do my best to ensure peace and everyone can receive the porridge with peace of mind."

After saying that, Ye Chunqiu took his escort to the next porridge shed.

The little beggar was going crazy and was still shouting: "Ye Aiqing...Ye Aiqing...It's me, Zhu Houzhao...I am...Ye Aiqing...My horse was robbed, it was killed by heaven..."

He was soon dispersed by the crowd, and Ye Chunqiu was getting farther and farther away from him. Someone grabbed him: "Hey, don't squeeze, you have to line up, want to eat porridge, go to the end of the line."

Zhu Houzhao was pushed away ruthlessly, his eyes were red and tears were about to come out.

This trip was very unsuccessful. He knew that Liu Jin and the others would not come to Datong with him, so he simply came out alone. Unexpectedly, he met a refugee halfway through. Seeing that he was only one, he snatched him clean. He almost walked on foot, and was tired and hungry. He couldn't bear it anymore. He repeated to others again and again, "I am the emperor, but unfortunately no one paid attention to him." Finally, he saw Ye Chunqiu, but before he could greet him, Ye Chunqiu had already walked away.

He was extremely annoyed, but he had no choice but to be able to do anything. He was squeezed to the end of the porridge shed. He wanted to chase Ye Chunqiu, but he was afraid that he would not be able to catch up. He was really hungry, so he obediently followed the one in front and also followed the team to get the porridge.

When he arrived at the porridge shed, the officer frowned and said, "You don't have a bowl? You can find a tiles without a bowl. Do you still have to hold this porridge with you? Go, go, find a tiles, and there is a big house turn to the left corner, which is now abandoned. The tiles there are good and solid. You have to go quickly. Jianshanwei will clean up the place soon."

Zhu Houzhao was annoyed and became angry: "I'm hungry..." She was about to snatch the spoon.

These officers were also annoyed and immediately shouted and cursed: "Is this a thief going to cause trouble? Come on, come on..."

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Chapter completed!