Chapter 1973: 1973
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In the shelter, there are ordinary people who are critically ill after being infected by the plague.
Some of them are vagrants, some of them are refugees from the war, some of them are poor people with extremely poor families. They are homeless and have nowhere to go, so they have to stay in such places where refugees and patients are treated intensively.
Two porridge sheds were built at the gate.
Feng Shaojin, dressed in military uniform, stood on the steps, looking at the long line of people with broken bowls and ragged clothes, dragging the sick body, moving forward a little bit, methodically leading the clear porridge of life.
He Jingshu is well dressed. She is wearing a plain cheongsam. Her long black hair is on the back of her head. Her eyebrows and eyes are delicately depicted. Her lips are painted peach red. Her white skin can be broken.
It's true that she is a well-known lady in Yuncheng. In the eyes of these self abased beggars, he jiashuangshu is like the beauty of the country. All kinds of eyes can't help glancing at her.
He Jingshu looked at those who want to eat her as food, disgusted, but had to pretend a kind look on her face.
Seeing the bottom of the porridge in the VAT, the children who received the porridge but didn't have enough began to cry.
Some dying vagrants vent their anger on he Jingshu: "the he family is so rich, does one earring of miss he's worth the whole life of our family?"
"It's because the he family bid up prices that the price of rice soared. Aren't we human beings?"
"This is wearing gold and silver, rouge and pollen to stand here, is to show us wealth?"
"My son is only five years old. He is so hungry that he can see all his ribs. Why don't he give us a way to live?"
"That's why the young commander's wife of the Mohist School in Jincheng can treat us every day. She doesn't dislike our mess and stays with us every day.
Feng's future Young Marshal's wife just stands far away, even close to us with a look of disgust? "
...
the voice of discussion is getting louder and louder. Those eyes that look at he Jingshu are more and more strange and fierce. They are like sharp blades, and they want to poke countless blood holes out of her body.
He Jingshu is a little unsteady. She looks at the men around her, looking forward to his silence.
But Feng Shaojin didn't seem to hear the refugees at all, and didn't notice the more and more dissatisfied eyes of the refugees.
He stood in the same place, still, like a pine and cypress, bearing all the attacks and abuse.
The guard of he's family couldn't see it: "young commander, these villains have been complaining for a long time. The plague has spread, and their relatives and friends have died. Once the public anger rises, it's hard to calm down. Otherwise, you'd better take miss he to hide."
He Jingshu nodded.
Feng Shaojin's face was cold. She glanced at the guard and asked, "I just counted the number of people here. How many people should a jar of rice porridge be distributed?"
Guard:...
the guard's face turned pale.
Feng Shaojin glared at him coldly: "master he clearly promised the commander how many people should be given a jar of rice porridge. How dare you dare to violate the law here.
Aren't these people hungry because you've cut half of their rations? "
Guard: "who is he Changqing? He was the man who wanted to make money and care about his reputation. He used to drive up prices under the banner of a good man.
This time, the food donation was promised early, but the food was deducted again and again, which was the only thing left at the bottom of it...
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In the shelter, there are ordinary people who are critically ill after being infected by the plague.
Some of them are vagrants, some of them are refugees from the war, some of them are poor people with extremely poor families. They are homeless and have nowhere to go, so they have to stay in such places where refugees and patients are treated intensively.
Two porridge sheds were built at the gate.
Feng Shaojin, dressed in military uniform, stood on the steps, looking at the long line of people with broken bowls and ragged clothes, dragging the sick body, moving forward a little bit, methodically leading the clear porridge of life.
He Jingshu is well dressed. She is wearing a plain cheongsam. Her long black hair is on the back of her head. Her eyebrows and eyes are delicately depicted. Her lips are painted peach red. Her white skin can be broken.
It's true that she is a well-known lady in Yuncheng. In the eyes of these self abased beggars, he jiashuangshu is like the beauty of the country. All kinds of eyes can't help glancing at her.
He Jingshu looked at those who want to eat her as food, disgusted, but had to pretend a kind look on her face.
Seeing the bottom of the porridge in the VAT, the children who received the porridge but didn't have enough began to cry.
Some dying vagrants vent their anger on he Jingshu: "the he family is so rich, does one earring of miss he's worth the whole life of our family?"
"It's because the he family bid up prices that the price of rice soared. Aren't we human beings?"
"This is wearing gold and silver, rouge and pollen to stand here, is to show us wealth?"
"My son is only five years old. He is so hungry that he can see all his ribs. Why don't he give us a way to live?"
"That's why the young commander's wife of the Mohist School in Jincheng can treat us every day. She doesn't dislike our mess and stays with us every day.
Feng's future Young Marshal's wife just stands far away, even close to us with a look of disgust? "
...
the voice of discussion is getting louder and louder. Those eyes that look at he Jingshu are more and more strange and fierce. They are like sharp blades, and they want to poke countless blood holes out of her body.
He Jingshu is a little unsteady. She looks at the men around her, looking forward to his silence.
But Feng Shaojin didn't seem to hear the refugees at all, and didn't notice the more and more dissatisfied eyes of the refugees.
He stood in the same place, still, like a pine and cypress, bearing all the attacks and abuse.
The guard of he's family couldn't see it: "young commander, these villains have been complaining for a long time. The plague has spread, and their relatives and friends have died. Once the public anger rises, it's hard to calm down. Otherwise, you'd better take miss he to hide."
He Jingshu nodded.
Feng Shaojin's face was cold. She glanced at the guard and asked, "I just counted the number of people here. How many people should a jar of rice porridge be distributed?"
Guard:...
the guard's face turned pale.
Feng Shaojin glared at him coldly: "master he clearly promised the commander how many people should be given a jar of rice porridge. How dare you dare to violate the law here.
Aren't these people hungry because you've cut half of their rations? "
Guard: "who is he Changqing? He was the man who wanted to make money and care about his reputation. He used to drive up prices under the banner of a good man.
This time, the food donation was promised early, but the food was deducted again and again, which was the only thing left at the bottom of it...
in the disaster relief, the food donation was made early www.mylovenovel.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!
In the shelter, there are ordinary people who are critically ill after being infected by the plague. Some of them are vagrants, some of them are refugees from the war, some of them are poor people with extremely poor families. They are homeless and have nowhere to go, so they have to stay in such places where refugees and patients are treated intensively. Two porridge sheds were built at the gate. Feng Shaojin, dressed in military uniform, stood on the steps, looking at the long line of people with broken bowls and ragged clothes, dragging the sick body, moving forward a little bit, methodically leading the clear porridge of life. He Jingshu is well dressed. She is wearing a plain cheongsam. Her long black hair is on the back of her head. Her eyebrows and eyes are delicately depicted. Her lips are painted peach red. Her white skin can be broken. It's true that she is a well-known lady in Yuncheng. In the eyes of these self abased beggars, he jiashuangshu is like the beauty of the country. All kinds of eyes can't help glancing at her. He Jingshu looked at those who want to eat her as food, disgusted, but had to pretend a kind look on her face. Seeing the bottom of the porridge in the VAT, the children who received the porridge but didn't have enough began to cry. Some dying vagrants vent their anger on he Jingshu: "the he family is so rich, does one earring of miss he's worth the whole life of our family?" "It's because the he family bid up prices that the price of rice soared. Aren't we human beings?" "This is wearing gold and silver, rouge and pollen to stand here, is to show us wealth?" "My son is only five years old. He is so hungry that he can see all his ribs. Why don't he give us a way to live?" "That's why the young commander's wife of the Mohist School in Jincheng can treat us every day. She doesn't dislike our mess and stays with us every day. Feng's future Young Marshal's wife just stands far away, even close to us with a look of disgust? " ... the voice of discussion is getting louder and louder. Those eyes that look at he Jingshu are more and more strange and fierce. They are like sharp blades, and they want to poke countless blood holes out of her body. He Jingshu is a little unsteady. She looks at the men around her, looking forward to his silence. But Feng Shaojin didn't seem to hear the refugees at all, and didn't notice the more and more dissatisfied eyes of the refugees. He stood in the same place, still, like a pine and cypress, bearing all the attacks and abuse. The guard of he's family couldn't see it: "young commander, these villains have been complaining for a long time. The plague has spread, and their relatives and friends have died. Once the public anger rises, it's hard to calm down. Otherwise, you'd better take miss he to hide." He Jingshu nodded. Feng Shaojin's face was cold. She glanced at the guard and asked, "I just counted the number of people here. How many people should a jar of rice porridge be distributed?" Guard:... the guard's face turned pale. Feng Shaojin glared at him coldly: "master he clearly promised the commander how many people should be given a jar of rice porridge. How dare you dare to violate the law here. Aren't these people hungry because you've cut half of their rations? " Guard: "who is he Changqing? He was the man who wanted to make money and care about his reputation. He used to drive up prices under the banner of a good man. This time, the food donation was promised early, but the food was deducted again and again, which was the only thing left at the bottom of it... in the disaster relief, the food donation was made early www.mylovenovel.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!
