"Since it is not a micro-visit, what is it? There is nothing important that needs him to go out in person recently? "
"No matter what the reason is, one thing is certain. This time, the other party gave us the opportunity."
"What does the sovereign mean?"
"The scope of the disaster is quite wide. I want you to incite civil unrest in the shortest time and then send our people to join in. Make a scene for me. The bigger the scene, the better. Don’t care about those lives at all times."
When this was said, several staff members were not surprised. They followed Mu Ninglang for many years and knew each other’s temperament. It was not surprising that Mu Ninglang said this sentence. Mu Ninglang was unscrupulous and just a few people would not look down.
"And send a few martial arts experts to sound out Yu Fei and see if she is as clean as the emperor said. Don’t startle her."
Mu Ninglang’s intuition Lin Yu must be with Mu Junchen this time, but to be on the safe side, I still send someone to check it out, which may help to speculate on Mu Junchen’s eyes.
Mu Junchen, on their way to Chu, the victims of the disaster in the Southern Tang Dynasty were suffering. The court distributed rice grain to the people, which was either mixed with sand or moldy. The roots could not be eaten, and the clothes were torn and rotten. Let alone keeping warm, it was difficult to do even shelter. 44 Chapter 44 Nothing was left.
What makes porridge look like this? People in small villages who have been dealing with land for generations have guessed the reason, but even if they know it, what can they do?
At that time, some people questioned and were directly taken away by the official in charge of distributing grain. After that, no one saw him again. No one was stupid enough to ask where the man went. After that, no one said a word and led the relief honestly.
Two days later, the situation once again broke people’s illusion that the amount of spoiled porridge distributed by the imperial court suddenly decreased, and everyone could get a bowl of clear soup and scanty water porridge every day, and the number of rice grains in each bowl could be counted clearly.
More and more people have fallen ill in this situation.
Tiger was one of them. Tiger’s mother, Aunt Song, begged for some medicine from the chief, but the situation became more and more serious after Tiger drank it.
They now live in temporary shacks, where the cold wind blows in through the cracks, which can wake people from their sleep every night. The harsh environment is short of medical care, medicine and food, and the serious corruption and deterioration make Tiger’s situation worse and worse.
Since yesterday, his coma has been getting longer and longer. Every time he opens his eyes, he falls asleep in a daze for less than a quarter of an hour.
However, he didn’t sleep well, and he kept having nightmares, looking at his painful expression. Aunt Song’s heart was like being cut by a knife.
The decrease in food makes Aunt Song more anxious. Every time she saves food for Xiaohu, it is the same today.
This bowl of porridge was not easy for her to get after she had been waiting for a whole afternoon. Her lips were chapped and bleeding, but even so, she didn’t want to moisten the porridge in her hand. She held the bowl tightly as if she were holding a panacea and sent it to Tiger.
"Mom, I, I don’t drink it, but you drink it."
Tiger wanted to shake his head and refuse, but he didn’t expect such a simple move to make him take several breaths to finish.
"Tiger, be a good boy and drink it. It’s good to drink you."
Aunt Song’s eyes were red and she advised Tiger again and again.
"Mom, am I going to see Dad?"
The sudden disaster made Xiaohu no longer the ignorant boy he used to be. He knew that his father would leave him forever and his situation might not last long.
"Tiger, tiger, don’t entertain foolish ideas. You can rest assured that there will be nothing wrong with your mother. Tiger, you are the most obedient and drink your porridge."
"Niang"
Xiaohu wants to tell his mother that he has no hope and stop wasting food. He also wants to tell his mother that he can’t bear to part with her, and he wants to stay with her. When she grows up, she must be filial to her.
But weak body won’t give him this chance.
Aunt Song turned her head and secretly wiped away the tears in her eyes, trying to control herself from choking.
"Little tiger is good"
Tiger looked at his eyes and begged his mother, then looked down at the porridge in his mother’s hand, and finally could not bear to refuse it again. He slowly bowed his head and tried to open his mouth to drink a mouthful of porridge.
Perhaps the high fever made his sense of taste and smell fail. Today, porridge is not as pungent as before.