But there was disappointment, that feeling, like being disheartened, like running out of fuel, trust and hope, slowly drained from her mind bit by bit...
Although from a rational point of view, Qin Wuyan couldn't blame these things at all.
But rationality is one thing, but emotion is another. She couldn't control the thoughts that popped up in her mind all the time.
Qin Wuyan repeated her words in a murmur: "You have no right to blame me?"
He smiled wryly, this sentence fell on his heart, it was worse than stabbing him.
All the way to the place near the market without incident, Zhuang Xiaoyu jumped out of the carriage with Qin Wuyan's hand, and saw from a distance that although the porridge shed was simple, it had already been built, and beggars and refugees with broken bowls and pots lined up It became a long line, far away, it seems that there is no end in sight.
Yu Sui jumped out of the carriage behind and ran to Zhuang Xiaoyu's side, where the two gorgeously dressed people stood there, immediately attracting all the attention of those people.
The guards stirred the big vat, scooped up the porridge with a spoon, lifted the wooden lid covering the vat, and yelled: "It's time to divide the porridge, line up, line up quickly, don't crowd around, everyone has something to eat." share."
The hot smell of rice rushed straight into the air, condensed into water mist in the cold air, and the fragrance drifted away. Those people hadn't smelled such a good smell for many days, and it immediately aroused the greedy worms in their stomachs.
They swallowed their saliva one by one, stretched their necks and looked straight ahead. There were also some children who started to cry greedily.
One small coarse-grain steamed bun per person, plus a bowl of coarse-grain porridge.
To Zhuang Xiaoyu, who is well-clothed and well-fed, it is nothing, but to these refugees and beggars, it is the most delicious life-saving food in the world.
The guard picked up a spoonful of porridge and distributed it to the broken bowls of the refugees. These people happily sat aside with the bowls in their hands, lifted the bowls and poured them into their stomachs, and stuffed the coarse grain steamed buns into their mouths, and ate them voraciously. stand up.
But how can this little food fill the stomach?
It's almost no different from a toothbrush festival.
There are also some half-grown children who are just growing up. The so-called half-grown children eat poor fathers, and their stomachs are like a bottomless pit. After being hungry for several days, they don’t know what to eat. , more and more hungry.
Zhuang Xiaoyu couldn't see these eyes staring at the food eagerly, and said in a low voice: "I can't get enough of these, I should add some pickles, and the porridge should be thicker..."
Qin Wuyan looked at this scene expressionlessly: "Giving porridge is not to fill them up, but to keep them alive.
When people are extremely hungry, they don't care whether there are pickles or whether they are delicious, but as long as they have something to eat, they feel satisfied. "
Zhuang Xiaoyu's mind suddenly remembered when he met Qin Wuyan for the first time, the boy who was so hungry that he couldn't stand it, grabbed the bread from her hand, and started to gobble it up, before he could even swallow it, he choked in his throat …
She hadn't tasted hunger, and she couldn't understand what it was like to be starved to the point of death.
Back then, in order to be with Qin Wuyan, he went on a hunger strike, but in fact, he was not starving to the point of dying.
Qin Wuyan continued: "What's more, the colder the weather, the more refugees, disaster victims, and beggars. The time is too long, and there is not much food in stock. If we want them to survive the winter safely, the daily relief will be very expensive. Portions should be worked out...
Instead of eating enough today, you will have an empty stomach tomorrow, the day after, and the days after that. If this is the case, the entire Moon City will be in chaos, and these people will affect the hard-working people... "