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 you are unwilling to face the darkness, you can achieve true righteousness and glory.

Outside Fuzhou City, there were all disaster 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, have been 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.

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

As he said that, he also looked at the victims, and his words were a little sad, "The Ming Dynasty is too great, and natural disasters and man-made disasters are inevitable. The sky is ruthless, and you have feelings, and the country is full of ups and downs!"

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 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 ancestral flag and rubbed his eyes, and then knelt directly on the mud and water, "Friends, the emperor has 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 cold rain in front of me and letting the autumn wind blow, tears instantly emerged.

He suddenly remembered the unforgettable scene when his personal soldiers 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 the rain, the ears were filled with the roar of the instructor standing in the rain.

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

"From today on your life, 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 was so sad that he could no longer hold back and dismounted directly.

The exquisite boots were stomping on 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 get wet in the rain and wait for relief!" Zhu Yunxiu was furious, "The people were not full and they still had to get 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, they just act like a person in the place, and they can fool them if they can. Because the greater the disaster, the greater the 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 Qing, 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 off!"

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

Yuan Qing was stunned and speechless.

"And, I heard that the relief grains for the victims actually contain sand!" Zhu Yunxiu gritted his teeth and looked at the local officials in Fuzhou. "The foods for the victims were ordered by the Emperor Grandpa, and he used Wuchang's reserved military rations. How could there be sand in the military rations?"

Yuan Qing was also furious, looked back at the Fuzhou local officials, gritted his teeth and said, "What's your job?"

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

"Hmph!" Zhu Yunxiu sneered, "It is the crime of beheading if there is sand in the relief grains of the disaster 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, "I came to Jiangxi to save people, but I also wanted to kill people. The disaster is so decayed. Whose fault is it? I must give an explanation to the world!"

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

Then Zhu Yunxiu looked at Yuan Qing, "Yuan Buzheng, when did you arrive in Fuzhou?"

Yuan Qing quickly said, "I arrived yesterday!" As he said, he quickly explained, "Not only is there a disaster in Jiangxi, Fuzhou, but also four counties in Jianchang Prefecture are seriously affected..."

"But there is no civil rebellion in Jianchang Mansion, right?" Zhu Yunwen asked with a sneer.

Yuan Qing sneered and lowered his head.

The provincial governor is the highest chief executive. Before anyone 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 up!" Zhu Yunsheng said with a face pulled.

"There is an order for Qiansui to get up and receive 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 start to surge in a little uneasy.

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

An old man quickly came out of the crowd and pulled up the girl. 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!" Zhu Yunxiu's eyes twitched and shouted coldly when he saw this scene.

Without saying a word, the Liao brothers walked into the crowded crowd with their horse whip and pulled out the men who were not open and were squeezing in the team, and began to slap them in a head-on manner.

"Damn it! Your Highness is here, how dare you squeeze and rob?"

"You are also seven-foot-tall men. Can you die after eating later?"

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, trying to say something, but the two sad and cowardly faces in front of him blocked his heart's words and could not say anything.

"Old man!"

"child!"

Zhu Yunxiu frowned, trying to touch their muddy bodies, but he held on.

Then, Zhu Yunxiu looked at the victims who were receiving the porridge and roared with the greatest strength from his chest, "People, I am the legitimate grandson of Emperor Hongwu of the Ming Dynasty. I went to Jiangxi to provide relief to you by the saint, and Zhu Yunxi, the King of Wu."

"Don't squeeze, don't mess around, don't rob! I'm alone, and I will never let you go hungry!"

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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.

(Emma, ​​I'm so clever!)


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