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The Jiangnan North County area has just experienced floods. Most of the houses were completely washed away by the floods. Most of the people infected with the disease were kept in isolation areas by local county magistrates to avoid further spread of the disease.

Shen Zhuo'an handed a clean square handkerchief to Yan Qingning: "Your Majesty, a plague is prevalent in Bei County. Please take it with you to avoid it first!"

Now is not the time to lose your temper, and Yan Qingning will naturally not refuse the square handkerchief he handed over.

The two got off the carriage and walked on the road in the disaster area. They saw some ragged people leaning against the wall holding a porcelain bowl with a broken edge. From time to time, there were some skinny children vying for a dirty porcelain bowl. Sweet steamed buns.

"Puff-"

The steamed buns that the children were fighting for fell to Yan Qingning's feet. Half of the dirty steamed buns were covered with mold, and upon closer inspection, it seemed that some of them were soaked in water.

Yan Qingning bent down to pick up the steamed bun, pinched it with his fingertips, and found that it couldn't be pinched at all.

This steamed bun is too hard to eat...

"Please...please return the steamed buns to us..."

A dirty child walked up to them timidly, stretched out a dark hand and asked Yan Qingning for the steamed bun that was too hard to eat.

He seemed to have been forcibly pushed out by the group of children. His body was shaking unconsciously and his feet were always shrinking back subconsciously.

Yan Qingning stared at him for a while, then silently returned the bun to him without saying anything else.

During the process of handing over the steamed buns, Yan Qingning's movements were particularly gentle, as if he was used to such cruel and pitiful situations.

Shen Zhuo'an stared at him suspiciously, "Your Majesty seems to be used to this kind of situation."

Yan Qingning did not respond to his words, but just walked forward, looking sideways at the low-class people who were almost fainting from hunger on the street, with a look of sympathy in his shallow eyes.

Xiaobai was also very curious about the questions asked by Shen Zhuoan. He tilted his head and asked Yan Qingning: "Host, you seem to understand those people very well?" 】

Yan Qingning: [I have experienced these things, even dirtier and more miserable things than these. 】

Xiaobai realized that he had said the wrong thing, and quickly swung his tail and gave himself a big dick: [Host, I'm sorry, I said the wrong thing...]

Compared to his self-blame, Yan Qingning was much calmer: "It's okay, it's just the past that's not worth mentioning. There's no need to pay attention to it." 】

"Where are you from?" A skinny old man walked towards them leaning on a branch and sighed deeply: "This side of Beijun is not a good place..."

"Old man, we are officials sent by the imperial city. We heard that Beijun was suffering from waterlogging, so we came here to inspect."

Shen Zhuo'an used the words he had prepared early in the morning, and in a few words he was able to fool the old man leaning on a branch.

"Look at your appearance of being either rich or noble, you do look like those officials." The old man nodded, believing what Shen Zhuo'an said, and said with a gentle frown: "You are the people sent here by the Imperial Master, right?"

Shen Zhuoan frowned and was about to explain when Yan Qingning raised his hand to stop him.

Yan Qingning looked at him with a smile: "Old man, how do you know that we are people sent here by the Imperial Master?"

"Except for the Imperial Preceptor, we really can't find anyone who can care about our people in Beijun." The old man smiled bitterly and continued: "Everyone in the entire Yu Kingdom knows that this emperor is not even as good as a decoration. He is arrogant and licentious all day long. The land will never deprive us people, so the Imperial Master can think of us and give us some exemptions from taxes and labor."

"Master Imperial Master, you have indeed served the country and the people." Yan Qingning turned his head to look at Shen Zhuo'an, with an indescribable strangeness in his eyes.

Shen Zhuoan wanted to explain that he did not take the credit for the tax exemption, but he was unable to explain the truth to Yan Qingning in front of the people.

Seeing that Yan Qingning agreed with his statement, the old man continued: "That dog emperor is nothing. He sent General Chen to the border to negotiate peace in a low voice, and he had that kind of idea towards the Imperial Master."

He took a breath and continued to complain to Yan Qingning: "Now that dog emperor even dares to steal money and food for disaster relief. He simply doesn't take the lives of us people seriously."

Yan Qingning didn't pay attention to the misunderstanding and insults he said to her. Seeing that he was out of breath due to emotion, she took the initiative to step forward and pat his back to calm him down: "Old man, please speak slowly, don't be in a hurry."

"Young man, you are the person sent here by the Imperial Preceptor after all. You are different from those dog officials with their nostrils turned upward." The old man looked at Yan Qingning approvingly, and continued to rebuke Emperor Yu's evil deeds with him: " We, the people of Beijun, have all heard that the dog emperor indulges in pleasure and uses the disaster relief money and food to coax the ladies in his backyard, without caring about the life and death of us people."

It was probably because he hadn't eaten for a long time and he said so many complaints all at once. The old man's eyes went black for a while, and he could barely hold on to the branch in his hand.

Yan Qingning took the initiative to help him, and this prevented him from hitting his head on the ground.

"Since the disaster relief money and food received by the imperial court were embezzled by others, they have sent people to transport the disaster relief money and food again." Shen Zhuo'an stared at his emaciated appearance and frowned deeper: "Logically speaking, there should be no shortage of food. But how did you end up in this situation?"

"The imperial court doesn't care whether the people live or die!"

A childish voice suddenly sounded from behind Shen Zhuo'an, causing both of them to look sideways unconsciously.

It was the child who asked Yan Qingning to return the steamed buns before.

The old man who was being supported by Yan Qingning heard the child's voice and walked towards him leaning on a branch: "Dahu, are you not grabbing the food today?"

The child who was called "Big Tiger" scratched the back of his head and said, "Grandpa Wang, I will get it next time."

Grandpa Wang seemed to be used to his appearance. He took out a piece of hard sesame seed cake from his arms and gave it to him: "Here, let's eat something first to fill our stomach."

The miserable life of the common people made Yan Qingning frown: "Didn't you receive any food from the imperial court?"

"We have asked, but Magistrate Chen always said that the imperial court had given up on our northern county and never gave us any food!" Dahu said angrily as he bit into the hard sesame cake.

Yan Qingning's heart gradually sank.

He clearly remembered that half a month ago, he had sent his confidants to secretly transport disaster relief money and food to Beijun.

but……

So far there is still no news.