Chapter 138 Yidu City

Fortunately, although Qian Yanyuan was very quick and intelligent, his memory was good, so he remembered the officials present. When Zhao Chen helped these officials up and politely deal with them, Qian Yanyuan whispered a reminder to Zhao Chen.

In addition, Zhao Feng and Fan Feng did not treat each other outside for too long. After all, it is summer now, and there is still a severe drought on Jingdong East Road. You can imagine how hot the weather is at this time. Even if the wind blows, it will be hot. This makes Zhao Feng fool the officials.

Everyone felt like spring breeze in their hearts, which also improved Zhao Jin's reputation a little.

When the group arrived outside Yidu City, they could immediately see refugees everywhere, so dilapidated that they could be used as garbage dumps, and the air was filled with a stench. Driven by the mail and soldiers, the refugees made a way out, and looked at Zhao Qian and his group with empty eyes and thin bodies, as if this was no longer a human, but a living dead.

Fan Feng didn't know if he was really sympathetic, or pretended to behave, murmured with a sad face: "It's bitter! It's bitter! I just wish I could not build ten thousand tiled houses, and I just wish I could not save millions of stones of food."

Zhao Qian could only agree with him, pretending to be sad and wiped his tears, and said emptyly: "The way of heaven is ruthless, and it only hurts my people in the Song Dynasty."

It’s not that Zhao Qian is ruthless, but he has seen too many along the way. He was still sympathetic at the beginning, but gradually Zhao Qian became numb. Besides, what’s the use of saying these sympathy words now?

Other officials, whether sincere or false, expressed their heartache at this.

Fan Feng suddenly turned over and got off the horse, and came to the yellow and thin victim, and said bitterly: "There is no food on his body, only two cakes, please use it!"

The victim was so moved that tears immediately emerged. "Thank you, great official! Thank you, great Master Qingtian!"

Fan Feng also shed tears and said in pain: "I am incompetent, which makes you so displaced and unable to fill your stomach!"

The other victims were sensible and one by one said, "I don't know the Lord of State! The Lord of State has done a good job!"

"Yes! Without the magistrate, I don't know how many people will die!"

"Master General, with your disaster relief, my little flower can survive. The grass-roots kowtowed to you!"

Fan Feng bowed to Zhao Qian with tears in his eyes and said to the victims again: "It's much better now. Please rest assured that the appeasement envoy sent by the court, the King of Changsha has arrived! Food will come soon!"

The victims followed Fan Feng and looked over with confidence. They immediately saw Zhao Jin sitting upright on the horse. Many people immediately showed disdain, while more people looked blank. The long-term hunger had made them lose their awe for the Song Dynasty, and they no longer had any great hope for the Song Dynasty. Not to mention that Zhao Jin looked young and his image of being weak and unable to do things firmly was deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, Zhao Jin's evaluation in their hearts was even lowered by several levels.

Zhao Qian was stunned for a moment, and then came to his senses. Damn! He was cheated by Fan Feng!

Think about it, a magistrate was asking about his well-being and giving away all the food on his body. A prince sat on the back of a horse and seemed to ignore the victims. Who has a higher status in the minds of the victims?

I have to say that Fan Feng did a great job. Even if Zhao Qian personally distributed food to provide disaster relief, I was afraid that many victims would give Fan Feng a merit while thanking Zhao Qian. In fact, Fan Feng had never done anything except picking peaches in this matter.

Moreover, Zhao Qian had to come forward now, and he was helpless, and had to show a kind smile on his face, saying, "Hello, fellow villagers! Because I don't know the situation on Jingdong East Road, I came first, and the food was right behind! I felt sad when I saw the fellow villagers suffer in such a hardship!"

Speaking of this, Zhao Qian turned over and dismounted, took out all the dry food on his body, and shouted to the three hundred iron armored soldiers: "Why are you doing so while standing there? Why don't you take out all the dry food on his body and help the villagers and elders?"

Seeing Zhao Jin like this, many victims' eyes softened a lot, but they still thought that Zhao Jin's actions were of Fan Feng's contribution.

The most frustrating thing in life is this! If you do a good thing, you have to share the credit with others.

Other officials had to distribute food. After all, the "county official" Zhao Feng was distributed, and the "current manager" Fan Feng was the first to distribute it. If they don't send it, do they want to rebel?

But it was a struggle for those servants and soldiers. They were no longer as officials. The food rations were not enough, and they had to send out what they were on their own. How could they live this life?

Unfortunately, I lost my food now, and I didn’t agree to lose my food for the future. I had no choice but to grit my teeth and take out the food I had on my body and send it to me.

Zhao Qian felt aroused his heart. After getting on the horse again, he waved to Qian Yanyuan secretly and said, "We still have some food, right?"

"Yes! I brought three grain trucks, which had about 200 stones of grain." Qian Yanyuan asked in confusion.

After a pause, Qian Yanyuan said, "Did the prince want to distribute this too?"

Zhao Qian smiled and shook his head, saying, "Leave fifty stones, and leave them to the government to distribute them. These fifty stones will be sent to the soldiers and servants. They have had a hard time and have a lesser meal, but it will be much harder!"

Qian Yanyuan didn't understand what Zhao Qin did. It was just a handful and wing soldiers. Is such a person worthy of winning over? Is it sympathy? It seems unreasonable. Although their life is a little harder, is it difficult for them to survive the refugees who live at the gate of death?

But although he didn't understand, Qian Yanyuan still did as Zhao Qin said.

After entering the city, you can clearly feel that Yidu City is depressed a lot. Pedestrians are rushing on the road, and silk shops, tea shops, jewelry shops and other places are obviously not popular. Although some rice shops open, the large wooden signs hanging on the door are daunting.

One hundred and fifty-three folks per bucket!

What does this mean? It is equivalent to 1,530 coins per stone! The income of the imperial guards of the Song Dynasty was relatively high. Basically, each person had two stones of rice and five hundred coins per month, plus some subsidies, and a month's income was only between 600 and 1,000 coins. Their income was not enough to buy a stone of rice here.

An ordinary citizen in Bianliang City earns about three stagnant of money a month. If he lives here, the family of three is barely enough to survive. If there is any illness in the middle, it will be that the family will be destroyed!

PS: Today's outbreak! How many more will you think?

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