Kuaichuan heartthrob: Lord God, don't try to run

Chapter 121 The Merry Prime Minister's Little Wife 22
A small city in the northwest is particularly desolate and desolate, the arid land has cracks, and no tree grows wherever it passes.

Walking along the way, you can still see several rivers that have long dried up, and there are messy barrels or containers beside the wells.

There seems to be no fireworks around.

Lancheng, which was once rich, has long been devastated after this drought.

The sparse trees are separated by a large distance, and only dry trunks and some young leaves that do not grow are left, and they are gradually withering.

Even, on the dry trunk, traces of fingers can still be seen, and the trunk lacks many whole pieces of bark.

The county magistrate had been waiting at the door for a long time, and when he saw Ye Yi's figure, his originally dull eyes gradually shone brightly.

Many thin men and women, children and the elderly are also very excited.

Because they know that their hope has come.

The unmarried men here no longer have the intention to wear veils, they just look at the sky without makeup, looking hopefully at the people who are gradually approaching in the distance.

Compared with the delicate men in the imperial capital, the men here have darker skin, different from the silk and satin or good clothes of the men in the imperial capital, they are just gray commoners, and their hair is messy.

Ye Yi raised her skirt slightly and got off her horse. The county magistrate and the people eagerly greeted her, and respectfully called out to Mr. Prime Minister.

Looking at their emaciated appearance, Ye Yi's face was slightly cold, and his eyes were like the sky in a dark night, with a little bit of coolness.

But looking at their simple appearance, their faces became kinder after all.

Although the funds allocated by the imperial court before can not completely solve the livelihood problems here, it is certain that they will have enough to eat. Unexpectedly, those people really did not even have bones left.

Ye Yi distributed the food that had already been prepared. Originally, when they heard that there was food, everyone started to fight for it. In the end, the people brought by Ye Yi used force to suppress it, so they lined up in an orderly manner.

Ye Yi's eyebrows are exquisite, but she has a face as cold as the cold wind in January, and her eyes seem to have no waves, but looking at these suffering people, her always cold heart inevitably softens a little.

This kind of continuous distribution of food will eventually treat the symptoms but not the root cause.

If I want to quickly resolve the matter waiting for me here, and go back to find her little baby, I have to take care of the environment here.

The northwest region is far away from the ocean, and there is insufficient water vapor transportation. The drought here has been said to be inevitable, and she can't do anything about it caused by the climate.

But here, over-cultivation and deforestation are one of the reasons why this drought is so severe.

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The quiet and elegant room, with a faint fragrance, seems to combine the unique fragrance of Ye Yi with the clean and clear smell of Tang Ci. The room is luxurious but low-key.

Tangci was dressed in a white shirt, leaning against the head of the red pear flower wood bed, the young man with picturesque eyebrows, the shadow illuminated by the candle light next to him was gradually elongated, reflected on the bed wall, clearly visible on the shadow, long trembling eyelash feathers.

The white, delicate and slender fingers slowly stroked the quilt, as if there was still Ye Yi's warmth on it.

The coldness faded, and the eyebrows and eyes were full of tenderness and affection, and the coquettish eyebrows were slightly raised, adding a touch of style.

Ye Yi has already been there for the third day, it should be...he has arrived.

I haven't seen her for three days, and I miss her more and more every day.

Su picked up a letter raft next to him and opened it.

His brows and eyes became colder, and a faint ironic smile was drawn from the corners of his beautiful mouth.

Xiao Yu.

The pale pink lips parted slightly, gradually chewing on the name, as if feeling what it meant.

The corners of the eyes were tinged with a coquettish red, and the watery eyes were cold, but they looked more and more cold and indifferent.

There is such a sentence written on it:

Xiao Yu, who has been serving Ye Feng personally since he was 11 years old, is his closest man, and Ye's parents also intend to let him serve Ye Feng as a servant.

Eyes narrowed dangerously, close to...serving? !
(End of this chapter)