Although we cannot use one-sided things to look at the development of the entire society.

But if you can't see the darkness, or if you are unwilling to face the darkness, you can't achieve true righteousness and glory.

Outside Fuzhou City, there were all victims standing in the rain, waiting for the porridge factory to provide relief. They were ragged and looked sad. Not long ago, they were the most hardworking people on this land, but a sudden flood caused them to lose everything.

The fields full of hope, the homes shelter from the wind and rain, the carefully raised livestock, and everything they see more important than life, are lost.

Now, they are standing in the cold autumn breeze and drizzle, and their bodies are trembling under their thin clothes. They are dragging their families and their children, waiting helplessly for the court's relief.

They stared blankly at the steaming large iron pots, holding the bowl in their hands tightly.

Men, women, elderly, children.

No matter how beautiful the world is, there is darkness, and these darkness is a microcosm of all the misery in the world.

Even though he was an ordinary citizen in his previous life, Zhu Yunqing lived in a world of abundant supplies and hope. After coming to this world, he lived in a magnificent palace, wandered in the prosperous capital, and enjoyed the offerings of the people of the world.

Everything that was miserable in front of me was like someone suddenly stabbing a sword in his heart. The heart-wrenching pain and the tremor of his heart poured into his brain.

On the war horse, Zhu Yunxiu looked at the victims standing in the cold autumn wind and rain, and his eyes turned red in an instant. His hands were holding the reins of the war horse hatefully to control them and not tremble.

Your Highness! Xie Jin, who was accompanying him, saw Zhu Yunxi's face full of sadness and comforted him, "It's already exhausted when traveling a long distance, so don't be excited or sad!

As he spoke, he looked at the victims, and he was also sad. The Ming Dynasty was too great, and natural disasters and man-made disasters were inevitable. The sky was ruthless, and you had feelings, and the country was in trouble!

At this time, Zhu Yunxiong, the imperial envoy, walked past the victims of the disaster. The soldiers from countless places seemed to be afraid that the king would be hit, and they held their swords and guns tightly and angrily rebuked the way.

The victims and the yamen runners who distributed relief also saw Zhu Yunyu's imperial envoy.

They were all stunned for a moment. Many people among the victims were illiterate. They didn't know who was in front of them. They just saw this scene and knew that they were a great nobleman.

Suddenly, an old man with gray hair looked at Zhu Yunxiu's talisman and rubbed his eyes, and then knelt directly in the mud and water. The villagers, the emperor sent the prince Qiansui to give us relief!

The prince is a thousand years old!

The victims made uneven and shouted deep fear and knelt on the muddy ground.

Zhu Yunxi's heart twitched again.

Perhaps in the eyes of others, he is the emperor's grandson, the prince of the Ming Dynasty, and even the future crown prince of the Ming Dynasty.

But his soul comes from the soul of later generations.

Looking at the people who were in the cold rain in front of me, tears instantly emerged.

He suddenly remembered the unforgettable scene when he joined the army.

That day, there was a torrential rain. The newly recruits who had just left the company stood straight in the rain. In addition to the sound of rain, the instructors were full of the roars of the instructors standing in the rain.

Remember, if you become this soldier, your life will not be yours.

From today on, your life belongs to the country and to the people.

Zhu Yunyu is a child of a poor family and a child of a people. He can no longer hold back the pain in this situation and dismounts directly.

The exquisite boots were stomping in the mud, and the black mud and water flew everywhere. Zhu Yunxiu strided towards the porridge factory, and the guards and officials behind him quickly followed.

In such a cold day, let the victims wet in the rain and wait for relief! Zhu Yunxiu was furious. The people were not full and wanted to wet in the rain. Isn’t this looking forward to their trouble?

I walked to the iron pot with the awning. There was thick rice porridge in the iron pot. I picked up a long chopstick and inserted it directly into it.

In the Ming Dynasty, the porridge that helps the victims should be inserted into the porridge without falling.

Fortunately, the chopstick was obliquely tilted, but it did not fall.

However, the chopsticks are not falling now, which does not mean that the chopsticks have not fallen before.

If people don’t come to the center, they just act like a show in the place, and if they can fool them, they will be fooled. Because the greater the disaster, the greater the disaster victims, the more they appear to be incompetent.

If they were not thinking about covering up at the beginning, but how to provide good relief to the victims, why is the disaster situation in Jiangxi this point?

Yuan Wenqing, the Jiangxi Provincial Administrator, said behind Zhu Yunxi, "Don't worry, your highness, disaster relief porridge factories are implemented in accordance with the Ming Dynasty's laws, and local officials dare not slacken!

Oh? Zhu Yunxiu sneered and elongated the tone. Why did you hear that Gu? He had a meal a day a few days ago, and it was a rice soup that could capture the figure?

Yuan Wenqing was stunned and speechless.

Moreover, the orphan also heard that there was sand in the relief grains for the victims! Zhu Yunxiu gritted his teeth and looked at the local officials in Fuzhou. The food for the victims was ordered by the emperor, who used Wuchang's reserve military rations. How could there be sand in the military rations?

Yuan Wenqing was also furious and looked back at the Fuzhou local officials and gritted his teeth and said, "What are you doing?"

Your Highness, I really don’t know! The Tongzhi and Tongzong of Fuzhou spoke at the same time. The grain transported from Wuchang was directly transported to the porridge factory. It is impossible for me to have sand in the grain?

Humph! Zhu Yunxiu sneered. It is the crime of beheading if there is sand in the relief grains of the victims. It is also the crime of beheading if there is sand in the reserve military grains. I will find out clearly that I will not accuse the good people, but I will not let the bad people go!

As he said that, he placed his hand on the sword given by Zhu Yuanzhang on his waist, and suddenly shouted that he came to Jiangxi alone to save people, but he also wanted to kill people. The disaster was so decayed that it was, and who was the fault of the world must give an explanation!

The officials in Jiangxi leaned over in horror and dared not say much.

Then Zhu Yunxiu looked at Yuan Wenqing and Yuan Buzheng, when did you arrive in Fuzhou?

Yuan Wenqing quickly said, "I arrived yesterday!" As he said that, he quickly explained that not only did Fuzhou cause disaster in Jiangxi, but also the four counties of Jianchang Prefecture are seriously affected...

But there was no civil rebellion in Jianchang Mansion? Zhu Yunhuang asked with a sneer.

Yuan Wenqing sneered and lowered his head.

The provincial governor is the highest chief executive. Before the center came, he was not at the forefront of the disaster. With this, his official hat as the governor has ended.

The porridge in the pot was cooked and there were bursts of heat, and the victims were still kneeling in the cold rain.

Let the people get up and put the porridge quickly! Zhu Yunxiu said with a face pulled.

Qiansui had an order, got up and received the porridge! The guards shouted at the top of their throats.

Food defeated the fear of the superiors, and the victims stood up, with some anger in their empty eyes, and the long line seemed crowded.

The hot porridge was served in the broken bowl, and many people ignored it and swallowed it voraciously. The fragrance of the food also made the victims' team surging with some anxiety.

Suddenly, a little girl was squeezed out of the team to receive porridge, and even the people and the bowl fell into the mud on the ground.

An old man quickly came out of the crowd and pulled the girl up. When the father and the other man turned around, their position had been occupied by someone. They wanted to squeeze in but were pushed away.

Liao Yong, Liao Ming! When Zhu Yunxi saw this scene, his eyes twitched and he shouted coldly.

Without saying a word, the Liao brothers walked into the crowded crowd with their horse whips, and directly pulled out the men who were not open and were squeezing in the team because of their strong body and physical strength, and began to slap them.

Damn! Your Highness is here, you dare to squeeze and rob?

You are also seven feet tall men. Can you die after eating for a while?

The sound of whips, angrily curses, and the man's painful howl suddenly calmed down the line, which was still a little crowded and messy just now.

Zhu Yunxi quickly walked to the old man and the girl, wanting to say something, but the two sad and cowardly faces in front of him blocked the thousands of words in his heart and could not say anything.

Old man!

child!

Zhu Yunxiu frowned, trying to touch their muddy bodies, but stopped.

Then, Zhu Yunxiu looked at the victims who were receiving the porridge and roared with the greatest strength from his chest. The people, the emperor is the legitimate grandson of Emperor Hongwu of the Ming Dynasty. He was ordered by the saint to go to Jiangxi to provide relief to you, King Zhu Yunxi of Wu.

Don’t squeeze, don’t mess around, don’t rob! When you are alone, you will never let you go hungry again!

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I feel a little embarrassed to post this sad chapter during the Chinese New Year.

Let alone the protagonist, Virgin Mary, most young people in modern times are kind. Moreover, the protagonist is also a young man trained from the military furnace. How can he not feel uncomfortable?

The chapter is sad, but it is just a novel.

Today is New Year's Eve, and the thief is here to wish everyone good health and a lot of money.

I also wish our motherland prosperity.

I wish our world less miserable and more sunshine.
Chapter completed!