Rebirth of the eldest daughter

In fact, it is understandable that these harmed victims, the people at the bottom who have been abandoned by the court, why should they unconditionally trust the people of the court?
If it weren't for the name of Old White Prime Minister, this place would have been filled with blood.

The reason why they chose to believe it was because they had no choice.

At this time, they questioned again because they had no choice.

They just want to live, but who really cares whether they live or die?
Bai Mingwei spoke every word with a golden voice: "I can understand your mood, but what I want to say is that the imperial court has not given up on anyone."

"Your food and clothing problems will be solved with sufficient food; your safety problems will be guarded by the garrison; your health problems will be treated by doctors and medicinal materials; and His Highness the Ninth Prince will personally come with disaster relief funds to help the people affected by the disaster. reconstruction."

"What you need to do is trust the court, don't give up hope, and cooperate with the disaster relief arrangements. When the heavy rain stops and the floods recede, that's when you can take root in this land again."

After saying that, Bai Mingwei slowly stepped aside.

There were only a few dozen steps between the porridge and the hungry ones.

As long as they rush up, they can grab the food, and because of the mouthful of porridge they fight for, they can live longer than those who are too weak to move.

The smell of rice makes them salivate.

The porridge is full of grains, fragrant and thick, and has a fatal attraction.

The desire for food also takes over their reason.

Just when they were getting ready to rush for food.

One of them stepped aside: "Based on what you said and just because you mentioned Lao Baixiang, I will believe you again."

Following him, more people retreated.

They were skinny and looked at Bai Mingwei with desperate and numb eyes.

At this time, someone spoke again: "If you lied to us and the court lied to us, then even if we are no longer human beings, we still have to survive in our own way!"

Looking at the victims one by one, Bai Ming said slightly: "Please believe me. What I bring is not only the decree for disaster relief, but also the hope for you to survive."

Short words, no rousing harangues before a march.

There is no endless eloquence of quotations from scriptures.

There is just a promise that is as heavy as a thousand words between the lines.

In this way, the hungry people who were about to riot were calmed down.

Bai Mingwei waved his hand, and the yamen servants immediately pushed the porridge to various porridge sheds.

At this time, a government official shouted: "The old, the weak, the sick and the children will eat first, while the others will line up behind!"

But after the words fell, they could no longer shout another sentence.

Aren’t the people in front of me all old, weak, women and children?
There are only older, weaker, more injured and disabled people, and there is almost no healthy person.

Aren’t they the groups most in need of help?
The yamen servant choked with sobs and told the people around him:
"Zhang Lin! Go and take the brothers to help. Bring those who can't move to get the porridge."

Therefore, the extra hands had to help young children, weak patients, and injured old and weak to the front.

"There is something to eat. The disaster relief officials from the imperial court are here. You have something to eat."

With a hoarse voice, the yamen servant scooped out bowl after bowl of porridge with a spoon and handed it to their hands.

"It's really porridge! Crystal clear rice porridge! The general didn't lie to us, we have porridge!"

Those who finally waited for the food were all in a hurry, like hungry wolves fighting for food, and put the food rudely into their mouths.

"Finally I have something to eat. The food is in my belly. I feel really full and warm. I finally have something to eat..."

Some licked the remnants of the empty bowls with tears streaming down their faces.

It was like there was finally some light in the darkness.

You can survive for a few more days, right?
How humble can a person be?
Many times, it’s just a bite to eat.

Their lives are worth just one bite.

Cheng Bi also led a group of people out to distribute porridge.

Things are proceeding in an orderly manner.

The porridge made by Magistrate Hu also added salt and lard. The fragrant and rich taste filled the stomachs of hungry people one after another.At this time, an old woman caught Bai Mingwei's attention.

But I saw her clasping her hands together, holding them in the shape of a bowl, and asking the officials to distribute food:
"We don't have a bowl, so just pour it into my hand. My grandson is starving and I have to put food into his mouth quickly."

The yamen servant looked fierce, and he was even more frightening when he spoke: "Are you stupid? How can you pour this hot thing directly into your hand? Do you still want your hand?"

The old woman still held her hands stubbornly and raised her head pleadingly.

The guard wanted to say something else, but was stopped by Cheng Bi.

Cheng Bi scooped up a bowl of porridge and handed it to her: "Auntie, we have a bowl, please serve it."

She held it and walked to the side with unsteady steps.

She staggered and walked very slowly.

His rickety body almost fell to the ground.

She seemed not to look at the road and walked forward regardless.

Several times she was about to miss the mark, but she still held the porridge bowl carefully.

But she still didn't look at the road. It wasn't until she was about to fall and was supported by Bai Mingwei that she smiled apologetically: "I can't see my eyes, old lady. Thank you very much."

Bai Mingwei said softly: "Where is your grandson? I will help you over."

The old woman pointed in a direction, and sure enough there was a child lying there.

Just lie there.

The clothes are ragged, tattered and damp.

Bai Mingwei helped the old woman walk over. The old woman bent down and fumbled awkwardly. When she touched her grandson, she slowly sat down.

While she picked up her grandson, she fumbled and put the bowl to his mouth, and said humbly: "Old lady, I depend on this grandson for life. My eyesight is not good, but when I was soaked in the water, I was completely blind."

"But I can't die, old lady. I still have a grandson to take care of. His father is gone, and without his mother, he has no one to rely on except me."

While talking, porridge and food were poured into the boy's mouth.

The porridge overflowed from the mouth and filled the mouth and nose.

It flowed down the cheek again.

But the boy didn't make any swallowing movements.

Bai Mingwei noticed something was wrong with the boy's expression, and already had a vague suspicion of something ominous.

But she didn't want to believe it and was worried that the boy would be choked, so she offered to help: "Auntie, let me do it."

The old woman was a little embarrassed, but she still handed the porridge bowl to Bai Mingwei's hand.

She herself swallowed frequently.

Her stomach was growling with hunger, which showed that she was at the end of her rope.

At this time, Bai Ming slightly hugged the boy's cold body.

When she put her hand on the boy's head and wanted to feed him, she suddenly stopped there.

The child in his arms was cold and stiff, having long since lost any signs of life.

The jagged bones clung to her hand, like thorns piercing deeper and deeper.

died.

And he has been dead for a long time.

The old woman seemed completely unaware of all this, and just kept saying: "We have been hungry for five or six days. My grandson is already thin, and his body is cold from hunger."

"General, you are such a good person. You don't mind the smell of my grandson. I can't see you, old lady. Tell me, is my grandson happy with his meal?"

Bai Mingwei remained silent.

What does this call her?
Tell the old woman that her only child has been dead for a long time? (End of chapter)