Chapter 2073

In the shelter, there are ordinary people who are dying of illness after being infected by the plague.

Some of them are vagrants, some escaped during the war, and some are poor people from extremely poor families. They are homeless and have nowhere to go. They have to stay in this kind of place where refugees and patients are concentrated for treatment.

Two porridge sheds were built at the entrance.

Feng Shaojin was dressed in military uniform, standing on the steps, watching the long line of people in ragged clothes holding broken bowls, dragging their sick bodies, moving forward little by little, orderly leading the daily porridge.

He Jingshu was well-dressed, wearing a plain cheongsam, her long black hair was tied behind her head, her eyebrows and eyes were delicately drawn, her lips were painted pink, and her fair skin was well-maintained.

As expected of Yuncheng's much-touted lady, the He family Shuangshu, in the eyes of these self-ashamed beggars, she is like a beautiful country, and all kinds of eyes can't help but cast a few glances at her.

He Jingshu looked at those eyes who wanted to eat her as food, and felt disgusted in her heart, but she had to put on a kind expression on her face.

Seeing that the porridge in the vat was about to bottom out, the children who had received the porridge but were not full burst into tears.

Some dying vagrants vented their anger on He Jingshu: "The He family is so rich, Miss He's one earring is worth our whole family's lifetime expenses, right?"

"It is because the He family drove up prices that caused the price of rice to soar. Aren't we people human?"

"This beautiful woman dressed in gold and silver, rouge and pollen is standing here, is she trying to show us wealth?"

"My son is only five years old, and he is so hungry that he can see the ribs all over his body. Why don't you give us people a way to survive?"

"That's right, she also wants to be the young marshal's wife, so why does the young marshal's wife from the Mo family in Jincheng treat us every day, doesn't dislike our mess at all, and stays with us every day.

The future young marshal's wife of the Feng family just stands far away, even approaching us with a disgusted look? "

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The discussion became louder and louder, and those eyes looking at He Jingshu became more and more weird and fierce, like sharp knives, wishing to poke countless blood holes in her body.

He Jingshu was a little unsteady, turned her head to look at the man beside her, her eyes were full of expectation that he could shut up these untouchables.

But Feng Shaojin didn't seem to have heard these refugees shouting at all, nor noticed the increasingly dissatisfied eyes of these refugees.

He stood where he was, standing still, bearing all the attacks and curses like a pine and cypress.

The guards of the He family couldn't stand it anymore: "Young Marshal, these unscrupulous people have been grudges for a long time, the plague spreads, relatives and friends die of illness, once the public anger soars, it will be difficult to calm down, otherwise, you should take Miss He to hide Bar."

He Jingshu nodded repeatedly.

Feng Shaojin looked indifferent, glanced at the guards, and asked: "The commander-in-chief just counted the number of people here, how many people should be distributed to a jar of rice porridge?"

Guard: "..."

The guard's face suddenly turned pale.

Feng Shaojin stared at him coldly: "Master He clearly promised me how many people a pot of rice porridge should be distributed to, how dare you violate it here.

These people are not full and hungry, isn't it because you have deducted half of their rations? "

Guard: "..."

Who is He Changqing? The person who wants to make money but also cares about reputation is also the one who drove up prices in the name of a great benevolent person.

This time, the food donation for disaster relief was also promised early on, but the food was deducted again and again, and this is the only thing left...