There are many government servants from Shuntian Prefecture scattered around the porridge.

These government officials all held water and fire sticks in their hands and were scolding the victims who were rushing to grab rice and porridge.

Who would follow any rules when they are hungry?

As long as you can survive by grabbing a bite to eat, who will care about those water and fire sticks that the yamen servants wheel around?

When Zhao Yu stepped forward, the government officials were about to scold him, but when they saw Jin Yichuan and Lu Jianxing in Feiyu uniforms following the young man, they obediently shut their mouths.

When he came to the big pot in the porridge shop, Zhao Yu took the porridge spoon and stirred it twice in the big pot in front of him.

However, I discovered that the porridge and rice in front of me was clearly just a pot of boiling water, and I could clearly count the rice grains in it.

It’s really clear how to count!!

And even so, the rice grains scattered in those big pots were all yellow and moldy brown rice.

"Where is the owner of the porridge restaurant?!"

Zhao Yu threw away the porridge spoon in his hand, turned around and gave a sharp shout.

Even Zhao Yu himself didn't know why he was so angry.

It stands to reason that his soul comes from another world and has no emotional attachment to this place.

Moreover, according to the values ​​​​of his previous life, people should just take care of themselves. There are so many suffering people in the world, and I am not a Buddha, so why should I care about so many people?

When he came to this world, everything he did was based on his own interests.

Including dealing with various major forces, including giving various rewards to his subordinates and even the servants of Xichang, all with some purpose.

But today, when he saw the frozen purple and black corpses all over the street, his mind was somewhat shaken.

This is not a game, and the dead people are not just a bunch of data, but living lives!

"My lower official, Wang Jianen, has met all of you!"

At this time, a haggard-looking official stepped forward, bowed his hands to Zhao Yu and replied.

"According to Daqian law, the imperial court provides porridge for disaster relief. What are the rules of this porridge place?"

Zhao Yu pointed to the large pot of clear soup and water next to her, and asked the seventh-rank master in a calm tone.

The owner of the porridge shop sighed, and then replied: "The imperial court porridge provides porridge for disaster relief. The porridge must be thick enough to insert chopsticks, otherwise the chopsticks will float and people's heads will fall to the ground!"

As the owner of the porridge shop finished speaking, Zhao Yu stretched out his hand, and Jin Yichuan on the side directly handed over the embroidered spring knife in his hand.

The dignified Jinyiwei Beisi Town Governor killed a seventh-rank official, which was just a matter of raising his hand.

"Sir...it's unfair!!"

Seeing the Xiuchundao drawn out by Zhao Yu, the principal immediately shouted that he was wronged.

"The superior officer doesn't know what he is doing. The inferior officer is just a seventh-rank official. It's not up to me to decide how much rice the porridge farm distributes.

To be disrespectful, the rice in this porridge is not mine, so why should I save it?

The rice grains are all distributed from above, and the brown rice given to me is just this much in total. I want to feed the victims, but even if I am a clever woman, it is difficult for me to make a living without rice!"

At the end of the day, the owner of the porridge shop complained to Zhao Yu and the others.

What does it have to do with him?

He is just a character who listens to others' orders. Even if he has the intention, he doesn't have the ability or the right!

Zhao Yu stared blankly at the victims behind him who were holding broken bowls waiting to receive the clear soup and water. For some reason, he remembered the two dishes he had eaten at Jiu Qian Sui's house.

While the rich wine and meat smell, the road with frozen bone.

This poem that Zhao Yu had always been familiar with was vividly displayed in front of him at this moment.

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After leaving the porridge, Zhao Yu had no intention of staying in the outer city anymore and turned back to the Xijishichang Yamen.

After returning to the Xijishichang Yamen, Lu Jianxing and Jin Yichuan told Zhao Yu that in fact, the purpose of clearing the streets was not just to send away the corpses of those who died of hunger.

In addition to those who have died, others will buy their houses and land titles at low prices to wealthy households in order to survive.

Under the snow disaster, freezing to death or starving to death have become the most difficult choices for the people at the bottom.

The people at the bottom who have lost their houses have become homeless people in the capital. Another meaning of street cleaning is to drive these refugees out of the city!

After all, the world is at peace under the emperor's feet. If you have some refugees in the city, isn't this because you have trouble with the one from Yongshou Palace?!

It is conceivable that in this environment, the refugees who were driven out of the capital would not escape death!

After leaving the office in the afternoon, the heavy snow, which had stopped for an afternoon, began to fall again.

Zhao Yu and Erha walked towards their mansion as usual.

Although Zhao Yu looked normal at this moment, Erha, who was more sensitive to danger, noticed that Zhao Yu at this moment gave him a feeling like a light on his back.

Back at the mansion, Jiang Yuyan had already prepared dinner. Several people were sitting in the warm spring-like room, surrounded by beautiful maids standing to wait on them.

Looking at the steaming casserole with fragrant meat in front of him, Zhao Yu had no appetite at all.

After a hasty dinner, and after everyone in the house had rested, Zhao Yuze walked out of the room and came to the center of the courtyard.

Looking at the heavy snow flying in the sky, Zhao Yu's mind was filled with those stiff corpses that were pulled away by wooden carts.

If people don't do it for themselves, will heaven and earth destroy them?

Zhao Yu did not deny this. After all, everything he had done so far had his own purpose.

But after all, I am a human being. When I saw a scene like that, when I didn't have the ability in the past, I would only sigh a few words at most.

But the damn thing is that now he is the dignified governor of Beisi Town, and he also controls the entire Jinyiwei, and he has a close relationship with the governor of Xichang.

Now that he wants to take action, it's not like he can't do what he wants.

But in this way, he will offend countless high-ranking officials in the officialdom. This is unwise for Zhao Yu, who has always lived only for himself!

His conscience told him that since he had the ability, he could not just sit idly by.

But reason told him that it was best to be alone. The life and death of others had nothing to do with him, and he was not responsible for all this!

An hour later, Zhao Yu in the courtyard had turned into a snowman.

"In my previous life, as a salty fish, when I saw injustice, I could only complain about it on the Internet. If I encountered a thief on the road, for the sake of my own safety, I would pretend not to see it... That's right!"

"But since God has arranged for me to come to Daqian, and now I still have a lot of power in my hands... Not to mention that a great hero serves the country and the people, but once you are reborn, you must do one or two things to make yourself look up to. It’s your own business, right?”

The falling snow on his body suddenly exploded.

At this moment, the sluggish look on Zhao Yu's face was completely gone, and his energy level had reached its peak.

No one knows what Zhao Yu was thinking about at this moment in the snow.
Chapter completed!