How many times the group portrait is spring

There is a three-person switch in this chapter, please pay attention

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When Master Chiqing and his disciples arrived in a wealthy town in the southern border, they were blocked by the closed city gates. The hungry refugees around them stared at them like wild wolves waiting for an opportunity to prey, and were frightened by their status as monks. I dare not go forward.

"What's going on?" Master Chi Qing issued the Elder Order of the Wan Dao League, everything in the mortal world is governed by the Wan Dao League, and here, his elder order is much better than the Peak Lord's order.

The city lord who heard the news welcomed them into the city in fear, but still did not let other refugees in. The city lord explained embarrassingly: "There are too many victims recently, and we can't accommodate them here. It's not that we didn't try our best to help!"

"Moreover! Most of the outsiders are lazy people who eat too much food! The people! Elders! What you see is not what you see!"

The city lord's Tai Chi skills are really good, and he reported for a long time without saying a few important things.

Master Chiqing patted the table to signal him to shut up, "Wandaomeng already knows about the winter disaster in the southern region, you just need to tell me how the disaster is now."

"The problem is not particularly big. Now that spring is here, and the snow will melt in a few days, it will be fine if you re-download the broadcast." The city lord smiled obsequiously. He really couldn't figure it out. Aren't the people in charge of these miscellaneous matters all from the Hengshan Sword Sect? Elder Liu?Why is it this real Chiqing who came this time...

"However, I heard that someone has starved to death."

"It's fake, it's all fake. Our southern border is rich, how could such a thing happen."

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Master Chi Qing practiced Tai Chi with the city lord, while Lin Wuduan walked out silently. The city lord didn't say a word of truth, so it's better for him to go out and see for himself if you expect him to tell the truth.

He saw rats squeaking and scurrying by at the corner of the city wall, and hungry refugees running behind to catch the rats, and when he walked outside the city, there were defenders blocking the way. city ​​road.

Lin Wuduan used a concealment tactic and passed by silently. This city is rich and prosperous, and the current situation is not too bad, but when he leaves the city, he will open up a new world. The fields are empty, and even the grass roots and bark on the roadside Not much was left.

All the people he saw along the way were pale and emaciated. Lin Wuduan distributed the food he had with them, and more refugees surrounded him.

In an instant, Lin Wuduan, who had nothing in his pocket, closed his eyes. He had no intention of blaming these people. For ordinary people, the calamity year is to force them to their death. At this time, it is useless to talk about human nature.

But he still believes that human nature is good.

At present, it seems that the disaster situation in the southern border is much more serious than what they know.

As for why they have concealed the report so far, the city lords also have their own reasons. This time, the southern border was severely cold in winter. They all thought that it would be the same as in previous years. It would be fine if the fields fell fallow in winter and the next spring would be sown.

Unexpectedly, the ground is still frozen when spring comes, and the seeds planted can hardly survive, and the winter disaster does not start from winter. In the late autumn of last year, the frost killed many mature crops. The land without an inch of harvest is extremely wide, and the famine area has also increased.

They can only hope now that the snow will melt in spring and the land will be planted again, so that it will be another spring full of vitality.

The southern border was practicing Tai Chi, and Lin Wuduan sent a new message back to the sect, and drafted a document for his master to send to the Wan Dao League. He always felt that things were not that simple, and what he saw now was only a small part.

When Jing Rong was accepting Lin Wuduan's summons, the servant disciple also brought Wan Dao League's new document.

It is reported that the snow disaster in the southern region is much more serious than that in the northern region, which is used to snow in winter. Now that famine and refugees are everywhere, Wan Daomeng has urgently organized people to go to the southern region to stabilize the situation, and is also collecting food everywhere to alleviate the famine problem.

Jing Rong looked at the document carefully, and the frown between his brows became heavier. He closed the document and said, "Pass my order, the Zongku will open a warehouse and store grain in a magic storage vessel to prepare for South aid. The matter of releasing grain will be handled by Fu Li." The Taoist leads, and you don’t need to be ordered by me when you are in a crisis.”

"Yes." The servant disciple took the order with his fists in his arms and left.

Jing Rong unfolded the documents of the Wan Dao League and read them several times. He wrote a letter with a pen and burned the paper to pass it on to Lin Wuduan who was in the southern border. It is also a means for multiple forces to communicate with each other in an emergency.

Lin Wuduan, who is in the southern border, has a clearer understanding of the famine. Even some wealthy towns have begun to have refugees, not to mention poor small towns and villages.

A complete letter floated down from the air, Lin Wuduan stretched out his hand to pick it up, and folded it in his hand after reading the contents. Jing Rong has already decided to open a warehouse to release grain, and when the disciples of Wangui Peak arrive at the southern border with the grain, they should be able to To alleviate the disaster of food shortage.

Lin Wuduan was thinking about it, when a ragged little boy grabbed the hem of his clothes and begged in a low voice: "Master Daoist, give me something to eat..."

The food that Lin Wuduan carried with him was distributed to the refugees along the way, and there was nothing to give to the children at the moment. He touched his belongings, and it seemed that the valuables were gone.

But in the next moment, something happened suddenly, the boy grabbed the jade badge on his waist, turned around and ran away.

Lin Wuduan's eyes froze, was he robbed again?It doesn't matter what was taken away before, but this jade badge is the nameplate of his disciples. The Wandao League not only protects mortals, but also has clear protection rules for monks.

For example, their disciple's nameplate is definitely not something that ordinary people can touch. Now his nameplate has been robbed. If this kid uses it to exchange for food, not only will he not be able to exchange it, but he will also be sentenced to a felony.

"Wait a minute." Lin Wuyuan stopped, but the child was quick in his hands and feet, so he ran away early and disappeared.

*****No.1 called perspective warning

I'm a thief, I just robbed a Taoist priest's jade token, the mother who taught me how to be a thief gave me a slap in the face, telling me to return this valuable thing quickly.

I asked her why, and my mother yelled at me: "This is something that can kill people! Why are you so blind!"

"What's the matter..." I covered my face that was hurt by my mother. It was my mother who told me that in this world, human life is worthless. What's wrong with my life?better than nothing...

"Do you know what this is?" Mother took a deep breath, she seemed to be very angry with me, and even dragged her sick body off the straw mat to hit me, she said: "Give it back to me!"

"Oh..." I replied, and walked towards the entrance of the village not very convinced. I met the Taoist priest not far away. He seemed to want to say something to me, but I didn't want to tell him.

I stuffed the jade card into his hand, hit him with the head hard, and said something according to what my mother taught me: "I'm sorry!"

"You..." The Taoist was in pain, obviously I hit him badly, of course I turned around and ran away, I am a thief, how could I let him catch me.

I don't like these rich people, no.

But if you don't have money, you can't do anything.

My mother said that my life is cheap, and she is also cheap. Sooner or later, she will sell me for a few pennies.

She said so, but when those people wanted to buy me, her eyes widened and she yelled louder than anyone else.

I walked all the way and kicked the mud on the ground. Sometimes I think that I am like the mud on the ground, and anyone can step on it.

My father died last winter, and we were left with my mother. At first, my mother could do some needlework to support the family, but the cold winter came along with the famine, and my mother fell ill, so I had to borrow food everywhere. Since then, people have come to collect debts every day.

Mother doesn't want that jade token, we won't have any harvest today, no, I just arrived at the house where there is no door frame, and I saw my mother being dragged out by her hair.

I rushed forward and bit the hands of those people, and was slapped twice by my hair. It hurt so much, it hurt more than my mother's slap, but it didn't stop me from glaring at them, "Don't hit my mother! "

"Who told your mother not to be able to pay for the money we owe us? Bah, bad luck." The man in the lead spat out with his hands in his arms. He spat on me, and I spat on him. Seeing that I was about to be kicked a few more times, I almost subconsciously He closed his eyes and hugged his head.

But I wasn't kicked, and the man stared at me in disbelief.

I quietly opened my eyes, only to see that Taoist priest whom I snatched before stretched out his hand and stopped those who beat me. Is this a monk?awesome……

I hurriedly crawled to my mother's place to wipe the blood on her face, but my hands were dirty, and her face was also dirty, and it was all a mess.

The Taoist priest seemed to be reasoning with the debt collector. He spread out the jade token I had just returned to him and asked, "Do you want it?"

The debt collector swallowed: "No...don't..."

"I have nothing extra on me, so follow me to the city lord's mansion, and I will pay for the money they owe you." The Taoist's tone was not serious, even with some empathy.

But when the debt collector heard it, he shook his head like a rattle, "Don't dare, Xianchang, please let me go, I don't want it anymore! I don't want it anymore!"

"I have no other intention." The Taoist pursed his lips, "If you owe someone, you should naturally pay it back."

I can't live anymore. It's really interesting that this Taoist priest is still talking about reasoning here.

After the Taoist sent him away, I used the only iron basin at home to get some snow outside and rub it. When it melted, I could wash my mother's face.

The Taoist priest didn't leave, but just watched from the side.

"I won't thank you!" I glared at him.

He wasn't annoyed, he just asked, "How long has this been going on?"

"Are you asking me about being a thief, or about being debt-collected?" I concentrated on wiping my mother's face when she fainted, and didn't really want to talk to him.

In Changzhou, everyone said that the monks are gods, who protect us, but now there are natural disasters and man-made disasters, what about them?

"I asked about famine." The Taoist priest was extremely patient.

"It's been a few months, it started last winter." I picked up half a cold steamed bun left from yesterday, took a bite and handed him a few inches, "Do you want to eat?"

"Thank you, no need." The Taoist did not answer.

Naturally, I continued to eat the steamed buns. At a time like this, it's good to have something to eat, so don't worry too much about it.

The Taoist said he would come again.

I don't believe that he, a Taoist priest who was robbed, can help us.The city lord said before that he would definitely provide disaster relief, but now the city gates are tightly closed, hiding us is like hiding from the plague.

Really answered my mother's words, life is as cheap as grass.

The author has something to say: this is winter famine, not caused by drought, and generally speaking, it is lighter than ordinary famine

And before writing, I have referred to the ancient famine materials and watched the movie 1942. I would like to express my gratitude