The queen is charming, but powerful ministers lure her to seize power and usurp the throne

"There are more than fifty households in the village, but only a dozen or so households living at the entrance of the village managed to escape."

Wang Xiangxiu lowered his head and wiped the tears from his eyes.

Chong Qing stroked her back gently and said sympathetically: "It's so pitiful that from a good family, only you orphans and widowed mother are left. What will we do in the future?"

Wang Xiuxiang: "In such a world, it is a great blessing for us to escape and save our lives. As long as we are alive, who cares about the future?"

Zhe Sang: "After escaping, where did you plan to go?"

Wang Xiuxiang, "We don't know where to go. Every place is closed. We just follow everyone forward, thinking that with so many people, we can always find a place to stay."

For survivors, there is no escape from that disaster. Living is just the beginning of disaster.

Their dead relatives and destroyed hometown will be a lifelong pain for them, not to mention wandering into the unknown with grief and longing.

They had no food. When they were hungry, they had to go to the mountains to find edible things, such as wild fruits, leaves, and grass roots. Sometimes they had to rob them with others.

Along the way, many old people starved to death, and the injured had no money for medical treatment and medicine. In the end, they could not escape death.

Zhe Sang: "The government doesn't care about your life or death?"

Wang Xiangxiu was startled by her words, "Ms. Su, we don't dare to talk nonsense about government affairs."

Wang Xiangxiu remembered that she relied entirely on the other party to save her, and her daughter's fever subsided. Afraid that the other party would think that he did not know how to commend himself, he added, "Our county magistrate is a good official, and he led people to salvage the villagers, but it is a pity that God did not have the foresight to drown him too. As for the local officials, they wish that we all died there." Nanchuan, don’t go and add to the bad luck.”

Zhe Sang sighed and didn't ask any more questions. It was not difficult to guess what the situation was.

Chongqing said to Wang Xiangxiu, "The doctor is about to arrive. You can go back to the wing and wait, so you can rest assured."

Wang Xiangxiu was also thinking about the doctor's follow-up visit. After they left, Zhe Sang asked Chongqing, "What happened to the people you asked to collect before?"

Chongqing said with a smile, "There are about ten of them."

Zhe Sang said, "Okay, pick a few sharp-tongued people and ask them to write a few articles, just about Nanchuan County."

"Tell them about Wang Xiangxiu and the current situation of the refugees. How the imperial court collected taxes and corvees and enjoyed the wealth of the people. Now the people are in dire straits, but the imperial court doesn't care."

Chongqing hesitated, "But if writing such an article is discovered by the government, it is not a small crime. Will they be willing to do it?"

Zhe Sang is not very worried about this, after all, these are all qualified people.

"Some people are dissatisfied with the imperial court. After drinking some wine and getting a few close friends, some things that have been boring for a long time will naturally be expressed quickly."

"Don't worry. After they write it, you can find someone to copy it. It's published in the streets and alleys. Just don't let the government find the source."

Chongqing nodded, "Yes."

Zhe Sang thought for a moment and then said, "Look carefully. Are there any of them who can compose music and write lyrics?"

"Okay, I'll do it right away."

Zhe Sang wrote another letter to Gao Hong and Zhou Siyang. Just as the ink was drying, Shui Po came in and said, "Mrs. Liu is here. Do you want her to come in?"

Zhe Sang: "Liu Zhixian's wife?"

A young lady came in surrounded by several maids. Willow eyebrows, oval face. Gold inlaid with jade and emerald green steps swaying, a colorful phoenix holding a pearl, and a snow-green Sichuan brocade, noble and elegant.