"There are just too many disaster victims, probably tens of thousands." The soldier added, seeing Nan Wusi frowning.
Nan Wusi looked at the remaining people and saw a female disaster victim holding a small child, her face filled with sorrow, despair, and helplessness.
She stepped forward and saw that the child was so thin he was barely recognizable as human, and felt a pang of sympathy.
Nan Wusi searched her pockets and found a small pastry she had left over from Xiao Yi's carriage, which she planned to eat when she got hungry. She then handed the pastry to the female disaster victim.
The other disaster victims around them, who hadn't received any food, were practically green with envy when they saw the pastries, eager to snatch them.
Before the female disaster victim could even say thank you, she quickly divided the pastry into two small pieces, giving one to the child and putting the other into her own mouth.
After finishing the meal, he hurriedly thanked everyone, still feeling unsatisfied, while those around him showed expressions of disappointment.
"Are you from Fanghong County?" Nan Wusi asked.
The female disaster victim shook her head and spoke in a somewhat hoarse voice: "I am from Yuntian Village. Our village was completely flooded. Only a few people escaped and came to the county town after hearing that the government was distributing relief grain."
"So where are you living now?"
"I'll just find anywhere that can shelter me from the wind and rain," the female disaster victim replied.
"Is the porridge distributed by the government always like this?" Nan Wusi continued to ask.
"No, at first there were many rice grains, but gradually it turned into this."
From the words of the female disaster victim, we know that the government initially had food, but it was indeed powerless to provide it later on.
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