"Sir, I am just a prince teacher who is so gentle. I feel very sympathetic about the situation you mentioned, but I don't have the ability to change anything, and I can't even confirm whether I can help you bring the words to the emperor."

Qin Muxiu spread his hands and didn't say anything to death.

Takigawa burst into tears, "You are the one who tells you a story. After listening, I will decide whether to help me."

Qin Muxiu nodded, "Please speak."

Tatsumuchuan said in a hoarse and old voice.

Three years ago, the most famous Lingfeng Mountain in Fusang suddenly spewed out of fire, followed by the earth shaking. The sea seemed to be filled with huge water monsters, constantly sending waves to the villages along the coast.

The entire Fusang people were living in poverty, with countless casualties.

As one of the ministers who was very trustworthy by the Emperor, Takiguchi was appointed to the people to understand the people's conditions and provide disaster relief.

He saw countless hungry people along the way, and was heartbroken and endured his grief to help the people restore their homes.

One night, heavy rain started to rain again in the sky. He was afraid that the people had just built thatched huts that the people could not withstand the rain, so he rushed to the villagers' homes overnight and called on the men at home to come out to consolidate the roof.

When I arrived at a family, I couldn't knock on the door. I thought something was wrong, but I was about to break into the door, but I smelled a smell of meat.

I couldn't help but feel suspicious: During such a poor period, every household could not even eat rice and flour, and they all relied on the field to pick wild vegetables. Where did this family get the meat?

So he yelled out his name and asked the villagers to open the door immediately.

The villagers inside opened the door, but their expressions were flustered and sweating, as if they had done something shameful.

Takiguchi asked them what they were doing and why they only opened the door now.

The villagers said tremblingly, "No, I didn't hear it."

Takigikawa naturally would not believe this statement and walked straight in.

Unexpectedly, the villagers and his wife deliberately stopped them, "The children are all asleep, so the adults should not go in. It will wake up the children and they will have to coax them for a long time."

Takigawa sniffed, "Are you stewing meat?"

The villagers were suddenly panicked, and his wife was shaking like a sieve, her eyes full of tears.

At this moment, the child's voice came from inside, "I want to eat leg meat!"

Another child shouted, "My mother said, only hands are allowed to eat today, and legs are left until tomorrow."

Tatsumuchuan was creepy and rushed to the kitchen to see a human arm and legs stewed in the iron pot!

On the rotten mat on the ground, there was an old man who had only half cut down!

Two skinny children, only six or seven years old, were holding a piece of meat in their hands, eating all over their mouths, and didn't mind the corpse next to them at all.

Tatsumuchuan's stomach was overturned and he vomited with a wow sound.

The villagers and his wife knelt in front of him and cried and begged, "Sir, my mother starved to death by herself. We did not abuse her. She stewed her as food. She also proposed before her death. She said that her two grandchildren were about to starve to death. If her flesh could save the children and help the family survive this level, she would die with peace of mind. Even in heaven, her undead would bless the family to never suffer this kind of suffering again."

Zhao Jiner and Qin Muxiu, who listened to the story, also felt a lot of discomfort in their stomachs. Zhao Jiner endured it several times, but still couldn't help it. She walked outside and retching for a while.

Baomuchuan's eyes were filled with tears and said to Qin Muxiu, "I never want to see that kind of picture again, and I also hope that the old lady who feeds her family with her body can rest in peace."
Chapter completed!