Journey to the West: Plundering the Worlds

For some tragedy.

Zhou Yi tries to avoid Xiao Hua's seeing, but the sharp contrast between prosperity and poverty inside Chang'an cannot cover Xiao Hua's eyes.

"This is Chang'an?"

Xiao Hua walks along the long street, and all she sees along the way are high houses full of guests and friends, and countless ragged old people and children on the long street.

She was shocked, "How could this be?"

All the way.

All kinds of things can be interpreted as the scene of troubled times.

But Chang'an, as one of the most prestigious cities in the world, is actually like this. It is normal for Xiaohua to be disappointed.

"This is what happened after the people of Luoyang moved west."

Ma Zhong looked around and saw that no one was paying attention, so he explained in a low voice, "There are tens of millions of people in Luoyang. All the way to the west, there were no fewer than one million casualties on the way. When they arrived in Chang'an, another million died of starvation. Now Some of the remaining ones were sold as slaves, some became soldiers, some became beggars, and some went to perform... In short, it’s just miserable.”

"terrible."

Xiaohua frowned, "How could such a thing happen? Why did you move west?"

"You don't have to think about it."

Zhou Yi glanced at Xiao Hua, and said, "Let's go to Li Meng's mansion first."

"Oh."

Xiaohua nodded her head obediently, and said no more, but when her eyes swept over some beggars on the long street, she still couldn't help showing a look of dissatisfaction.

She is also a child.

But she seems to be much, much luckier than the other kids!

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but looked up at Zhou Yi, and quietly tightened the hand holding the corner of Zhou Yi's clothes.

"Give me something to eat, my lord."

A seven or eight-year-old beggar suddenly ran from the side to Zhou Yi, plopped, and suddenly fell to his knees, looking helplessly, pitifully, begging, and carefully looking at Zhou Yi, choked up and said, "Grandpa is ill. , is dying. Please help me, my lord. Please, please..."

Weeping and praying.

It looked extremely miserable.

But pedestrians in the past seem to have seen such scenes more often.The dignitaries are still well-dressed, and they don't even look this way.

The beggar seemed to be extremely afraid of these dignitaries and didn't dare to approach them at all.

"My lord?"

Ma Zhong is not rushing this time, nor is he not rushing.He could only look at Zhou Yi.

I have met too many people like this along the way.

Maybe it's because the protagonist seems to be easy to talk to, some people will always beg him.

And the master is not stingy.I can always take out some silver taels from my bag and eat well.

I have been in touch for a long time.

Ma Zhong also knew his lord's temper, so he didn't dare to make up his mind at this moment, he just waited for the lord's order.

"Son."

Xiao Hua looked at Zhou Yi eagerly.

Zhou Yi didn't look at Xiaohua, just glanced at Qi'er, and said, "Where's your grandpa?"

"Yes, in the west of the city."

Beggar said a little timidly.

"lead the way."

"Are you going to save my grandpa/"

Beggar's eyes light up slightly.

"Ah."

Zhou Yi nodded, "Lead the way."

"Thank you, sir, thank you, sir."

The beggar was ecstatic, and after kowtowing to Zhou Yi a few times, he trotted towards the alleyway on one side.

Chang'an Avenue is full of alleys, and the alleys are densely covered like a spider web, covering the whole Chang'an.

No one leads the way.

In the huge Chang'an, it is easy to get lost.

There is a live map of Ma Zhong in Zhouyi, so there is no need to worry about it.

"Here, my lord. This way..."

The beggar ran all the way, crossing the streets and alleys, and walked seven or eight miles before arriving at a dilapidated house.