The Prodigal Son of Zhenguan

"Dead?" Li Fu was stunned.

The river burst its banks, and the officials died in the disaster?

Li Fu sighed.

"Sir, our village head is still here, and we all listen to him now. If you have any instructions, it's the same as telling our village head." The middle-aged man said.

"Well, take me to see your village head." Li Fu said, "Wu Liangye, you go with me, and the rest of you, do what you should do, don't be idle."

"Yes." Wu Liangye bowed and responded.

Li Fu followed these people to the place where the victims gathered and camped.

Walking among them, people on both sides cast their eyes on Li Fu.

After so many days, they were all starving, and they had found ways to eat everything they could.

Grass roots, tree bark....

Once a flood occurs, no matter whether the family is rich or poor, whether there is food or not, in the end, it is the same, everything is gone.

Li Fu and Wu Liangye followed the middle-aged man to the gathering of disaster victims. The further they walked, the more people they saw.

The terrain here was higher, so they built a temporary residence here and lived there for the time being.

Most of them built simple sheds.

The things they used now were all fished out of the water. They used whatever they had and made do with anything.

The head of the village lived in the middle of the crowd. He was an old man in his fifties, thin, with sunken eye sockets, and looked haggard.

After seeing the middle-aged man leading Li Fu over, his turbid eyes finally cleared up a bit.

Finally, the people from the court came.

If they really had to rely on themselves to get through the difficulties, how long would they have to wait?

Without food, the simple sheds here would not be enough to shelter them from the wind and rain.

"My lord, this... it's hard to find a place for you to stay. Please forgive me." The head of the village bowed repeatedly.

Li Fu waved his hand.

"It's okay, everyone. It's already difficult. There's no need to be so particular at this time." Li Fu said.

The surrounding environment is not good, dirty, messy, and poor, but this is already their limit. There are many women and children who survived. Some children have not even been weaned. Young women hold their children in their arms, sit in the shed, find a slightly hidden place, and feed them with their backs to people.

But they have nothing to eat all the time, so even if they want to feed their children, they are powerless.

Without food, there is no milk. The child couldn't eat for a long time and cried with hunger in the woman's arms.

A woman next to him bit her finger and stuffed it into the child's mouth...

"I am Li Fu, the Prince's Junior Tutor sent by the court to provide disaster relief. I have brought a batch of food first and have asked someone to cook porridge. Let's eat some hot porridge first and take our time." Li Fu said, "Just call me Junior Tutor Li."

"Junior Tutor Li, the court has finally sent someone. If they don't come, we ordinary people will have no way to survive." When the village head heard Li Fu speak, tears suddenly streamed down his face.

He was filled with emotion but couldn't say a word.

It was bitter, too bitter.

As the village head spoke, he almost knelt down to Li Fu and begged him to save the people of Linying.

Li Fu hurriedly helped the man up.

"There's no need for you, village head. Let's find a place to sit down and talk slowly." Li Fu said.

"Alas." The village head nodded in response.

Li Fu was in a complicated mood now, but no matter how complicated his mood was, he had to calm down and stabilize himself. The overall situation here needed him to preside over it. It was already so miserable, and standing here and sighing would not make it better. He could only follow the procedures, take it slowly, and make arrangements and changes little by little.

As long as there were people with food, everything would be fine.

However, after coming here and taking a closer look, Li Fu was not sure how long the food he brought would last.

It can only be said that it is better to hold on for a while, time is precious, and it can be transferred from other places.

The court would not let him leave it alone after bringing the food from Jingyang.

Li Fu helped the head of the village to find a place to sit down. He touched the head of the village's hand and arm.

What kind of arm was that? Li Fu had no doubt that he could break the head of the village's arm with a little force.

Therefore, Li Fu even walked carefully.

Before he could find a clean place to sit down, a shrill scream came from a distance.

"My child!!!!"

It was a woman's wail. Perhaps, she had never cried so hard when she was fleeing.

Li Fu stood still.

The village head noticed Li Fu's movements. There was only deep sorrow on his face. It was like this every moment, as if this expression had been deeply engraved on his face.

The village head sighed helplessly.Sigh.

There was despair in the sigh.

"Want to go and take a look?" Li Fu asked cautiously.

The head of the village shook his head.

"No, there's nothing to see. This is not the first one in the past ten days." The head of the village said.

If Li Fu and his men hadn't come, this would not be the last one.

Li Fu's mood became even heavier. He was still late after rushing all the way.

If he had arrived earlier, maybe more people would have survived.

"If Li Shaofu wants to go, let's go over there." The head of the village said, "But, after you go over there, Li Shaofu, don't say anything."

The head of the village was worried that the woman who had lost her child would say something unpleasant in her grief.

Li Shaofu was a nobleman from the capital, and he had never experienced this.

Following the head of the village, following the sound to the place, he saw a young woman holding her child.

Some of the people around were skinny, and some were bloated.

Hungry to the point of swelling.

"Mrs. Luo, the child is gone. Please accept my condolences." The head of the village sighed and said, "It's a bad year. God won't give us a way to live."

When the disaster happened, the people complained about the heavens and others.

No, they didn't dare to blame God, for fear that God would blame them.

For such things, the king couldn't be blamed.

When they encountered a disaster, all they could do was to swallow their anger.

Endure and endure.

Live and survive.

But no matter how patient people are, there is still a limit.

Mrs. Luo held her dead child and refused to let go.

On the side, her husband also shed silent tears.

As for Li Fu, he bowed his head in silence.

Before coming here, he thought countless times on the road about what to do after arriving here, what to do step by step, and how to arrange.

But after really standing here and seeing such a tragic situation, he had a lot of thoughts in his mind, but he couldn't figure out one or two or three.

Along the way, until he arrived in Linying and met the victims, he saw too much and suffered such a shock that he could not easily accept it even after mental preparation in advance.