"Outside the city, students set up 320 porridge sheds, and each shed cooks 190 pots of porridge and rice every day. Over the past two years, a total of 280,000 victims have been provided for the disaster-stricken people!"

"It's been more than two years, more than two years..."

Looking at the refugees who were crawling outside the porridge shed with panic, with a pale face and a thin skinny as skeletons, Xu Wenji sighed:

"You did it very well!"

Zheng!

Before the sigh fell, he suddenly stretched out his hand and pulled out the Yanfeng sword from Qiu Jianyu's waist. With just one knife, he cut off the head of An Sizhi's shocked face!

laugh!

Blood sprinkled on the ground, and inside and outside the porridge shed was startled, then silenced.

Plop!

The corpse fell to the ground and splashed ashes. When the people who followed were all shocked when they saw this scene, they never expected that such a thing would happen.

Without waiting for their reaction, Xu Wenji had already returned to the sheath, and his old face was filled with unconcealed anger and killing:

"All officials from all over Deyang Mansion arrested them. If there was any resistance, they would be killed on the spot!"

...

...

Huh!

In the hot and bleak autumn wind, the carriage pulled by the dragon horse walked into the wilderness. Yang Yu stood on the back of the dragon horse, looking around, even with his state of mind, he couldn't help but feel a chill.

His five senses are keen and inhumane, but at this time, even though he raised his five senses to the limit, he did not catch any sound except the sound of the wind.

It is bleak and lonely, and the eyes are filled with purgatory.

"No wonder Sanxiaosanren can't bear it, it's so serious..."

Yang Yu murmured, feeling a little convulsed in his heart.

Having a painful experience of becoming a refugee beggar, he always had a deep impression of the famine, but when he saw this scene in front of him, he knew what horror was.

The autumn wind blows more than weeds, more than white bones.

Natural disaster?

Man-made disaster?

"this……"

The carriage stopped, Qin Si and Zhao Kun all got off the carriage and looked around the bleak world. For a moment, they didn't know what to say.

They have been to Deyang Prefecture.

But because of this, I feel more and more heartbroken and terrifying.

"call!"

After a long time, Yang Yu withdrew his eyes and turned to Qin Si:
Chapter completed!