Chapter 852

Mo Lingwei's voice was very soft, her tone was neither urgent nor slow, her expression was calm and calm, and her whole person looked calm.

Chu Yunyao and Mo Lingyuan looked at each other, believing it...

Mo Lingwei half-closed her eyes, and looked out of the car window. It was a bleak winter, the trees were bleak, and there was a mist in the distance.

"Time flies so fast. Before we know it, we have been in the south for so many days. Winter is already halfway through, and spring is not far away." Mo Lingwei turned to look at Mo Lingyuan and Chu Yunyao: " Brother, sister-in-law, when are we going back to Jincheng?"

Mo Lingyuan looked at his sister who had been indifferent since childhood, and felt pity in his heart, and said warmly: "Hurry up, when the food distribution is in place, I will help Feng Shaojin catch the escaped Orientals who sell and make Xiaoyao powder, and then leave here." .

In a week at the latest, I will take you back to Jincheng. "

I hope that when they rush back, Jincheng hasn't messed up yet.

Chu Yunyao frowned: "You stayed out at night during those busy days, and Feng Shaojin was shot again, is it also because of these things?"

Mo Lingyuan nodded, with a serious face: "Not only these things, but also some other things that are harmful to the people. The foreign enemies are ambitious and want to engulf the entire south, and then infiltrate the power into the north..."

Defending the country has always been their duty.

Swords and guns have no eyes, and their lives were picked up by luck.

The situation in the south is so bad, Chu Yunyao felt uneasy, "Tomorrow, I will go to various porridge sheds, this time the Feng family will directly appoint someone to distribute the food, probably no one will dare to deduct the people's rations at will.

The money raised will be left to the Feng family to help the people rebuild their homes. "

Compared with the north, the people in the south need this money more.

Mo Lingyuan had no intention of taking the money away, but after hearing what Chu Yunyao said, he immediately agreed: "Everything is up to you."

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In the early morning of the second day, Chu Yunyao took Baoer and Mo Lingwei to the largest porridge shed in the city. Those people who were tortured by the epidemic and survived with great difficulty lined up in a long line with broken bowls to receive their porridge. relief food.

A white flour steamed bun, a steamed bun, and a bowl of gruel with vegetables and salt.

Too many people, too busy for a while.

Chu Yunyao helped maintain order, while Bao'er and Mo Lingwei helped distribute food.

Gong Su went around to investigate people's sentiments. When he came here, he saw Mo Lingwei in a plain white cheongsam from a distance, with no makeup on, and with black hair in his arms.

He walked to her side and helped Mo Lingwei distribute relief food to the people in line.

The two worked together in a division of labor, and they cooperated extremely tacitly.

Behind him, a guard brought over a carriage of rice noodles, shouting loudly to the person in charge: "Boss, the rice noodles are here, and there is also buckwheat flour."

The person in charge pointed to the simple shed built behind him: "Let's put it here for now, and we'll be cooking porridge and noodles again in two hours."

The guards moved the bags of rice and noodles off the carriage. Seeing this, Mo Lingwei quickly packed up her things and made a space to come out.

A mouse suddenly jumped out of the pile of sundries, Mo Lingwei screamed in fright, stepped back abruptly, turned around, and crashed into a warm and broad embrace.

Gong Su held her in his arms, stomped away the running mice, and comforted her: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, it's okay!"

It took Mo Lingwei a while to calm down from the panic, pushed Gong Su away, and apologized with a blushing face: "Ling Wei is rude, the second son of the palace, I'm sorry."

Gong Su smiled, and the deep affection in his eyes was like a turbulent undercurrent, "It's okay, you seem to be particularly afraid of mice?"