Some women were reluctant to part with him and would always cry as they gave him a few words of advice, making it seem as if they were facing a life-or-death separation.
Li Lao Er and Mr. Wen sat directly in the carriage. Since Liu Zhiheng couldn't come, they parted with tea instead of wine.
Mr. Wen was very worried and said in a low voice, "Yusheng, I'm afraid I won't be back for a while after this trip south. You're the only one left in Xindu, and I'm really worried about you."
"I reckon that person in the palace will definitely get involved in what's happening in the north, and the Marquis is probably in danger. Remember, in critical moments, don't confront them head-on. The most important thing is to get your family and everyone out safely."
"Also, keep an eye on Fu Niu'er! This child seems well-behaved and sensible, but she's actually too opinionated. I'm afraid she'll act recklessly, which will not only be unhelpful but will also get her into trouble!"
Li Lao Er smiled bitterly and replied, "I know all this, but the situation is really complicated right now. I'm racking my brains but I still don't have a foolproof solution. I can only take it one step at a time."
Hopefully the result won't be too disappointing!
"Don't worry about heading south. The situation is already like this, so whether you're in Xindu or not won't make much difference. In case, in case the worst happens, you and Jiaren can meet up in Quanzhou."
"Don't come back. I'm entrusting Jiaren to you."
Mr. Wen sighed, wanting to say something, but swallowed it back.
The two drank tea, bowed to each other, and everything was understood without words.
The carriage clattered away into the distance, leaving Li Lao Er standing by the roadside, not returning for a long time...
No matter how reluctant we are to part, separation is inevitable.
At the ten-mile-long pavilion, the other censors also bid farewell to their families and embarked on their journeys.
Many refugees watched from afar, naturally curious, so they secretly sought out the villagers of Suijintan to inquire.
Nobody's stupid, especially refugees who are desperately trying to survive; they're very good at reading people's expressions.
They knew that the people of Suijintan Village were mostly migrants, so they treated them kindly and spoke frankly, asking questions without reservation.
"Brother, what are those high-ranking officials going to do? Their families are crying so hard, but they don't look like they're being exiled!"
The villagers of Suijintan had just hauled back a cartload of water and were about to catch their breath when they heard this and laughed, "It's not exile. These gentlemen who are traveling far away are all imperial censors! The Emperor and the Crown Prince have sent them to the south to supervise the opening of granaries in various prefectures to distribute grain and provide relief to the disaster-stricken people."
Open the granaries and release grain?
The refugees were all excited upon hearing this, their expressions a mixture of joy and frustration.
"Why didn't you open the granaries and distribute food earlier? If we had anything to eat, we wouldn't have had to come all this way!"
"Yes, we ate all the leaves from the trees on my mountain. We were so hungry that we ran out to survive. If we had done this earlier, we wouldn't have had to abandon our house and fields!"
Some people started to sob, "My father is over sixty and can't walk anymore. He chased us out to escape the famine and stayed at home... he's probably starved to death long ago."
"My mother did the same, sob sob, afraid of causing us trouble, she hanged herself in the storeroom."
The villagers of Suijintan could only comfort him, saying, "It's too far away. Even here in Xindu, there are constant big and small events. The Emperor has no idea how difficult things are for the people in all these places."
"Now that we know, we quickly have our lord come over to set up sheds and distribute porridge. Now that the granaries in various places have been opened again, the remaining villagers can also be saved."
"This is the best possible outcome. Don't be sad, everyone. Once we get through this, things will get better."
That made sense, and the refugees stopped crying.
Some people were clever enough not to forget to flatter him.
"I should thank the Emperor for his reward. After two full meals, I have much more energy now."
"Yes, they not only provide food, but also doctors to treat illnesses. My daughter was listless yesterday, but after drinking a bowl of herbal soup, she's lively and energetic today."
"I heard that when we returned to our hometown, they even gave us seeds and dry food."
"I've heard about it too. His Majesty is simply wonderful!"
"It's all because of that damned Maitreya Cult. If it weren't for their meddling, we could have gone home right away."
"That's right, don't let me run into these bastards, or I'll beat them to death with a carrying pole."
It must be said that people's hearts are fickle.
In just a few words, the refugees went from complaining to sharing a common hatred for the Maitreya sect!
The people of Suijintan and the young and old of the relief bureau intentionally or unintentionally wandered among the refugees, occasionally guiding public opinion.
This will make the refugees more grateful to the court and sing more praises to the emperor.
Even if the emperor can't hear it, we can't let the refugees eat the relief food while cursing the emperor...
Inside Kunning Palace, Jiayin was practically counting down the days.
Logically speaking, seven days of mourning for the passing of a queen is not excessive.
But by this time, the situation was too bizarre and the changes too rapid, making these seven days seem especially long and difficult to endure.
The Earl's Mansion, the old house, and the Princess's Mansion are all managed by nannies, while the village is supported by the village chief and Uncle Zhao.
Now that Mr. Wen has gone on official business, only my second uncle remains in the court.
She and her grandmother were trapped in the palace every day, and could do nothing but worry.
And... Mu Xu, he went to Jiangbei and hasn't come back yet.
I don't know if they encountered danger or stayed in the military camp.
Is anyone in the north secretly causing trouble for the Northern Expeditionary Army?
At this time, had the barbarians been driven out of the border...?
Under the same sky, the differences between the North and the South are quite significant.
Jiayin felt like every day was an eternity in Xindu, while the Northern Expeditionary Army was fighting desperately against every second!
Beneath the towering and majestic border walls, Li Laosi killed a barbarian with a single blow, wiped the blood from his face, turned to look at the land that had been reclaimed inch by inch, and couldn't help but shout excitedly.
"Brothers, kill them! We're about to drive the barbarians out! We're going to take back the border!"
The Marquis was also covered in blood, his long sword slashing at the panicked barbarian soldiers from time to time. Occasionally, he would glance at the dark blue city wall, his eyes burning with fervor.
This section of the city wall, after more than a decade, is finally going to return to the embrace of Tianwu!
The unification of the North and the recovery of lost territories is no longer just empty talk!
"Drive the barbarians to their deaths! Charge!" He took the lead and chased after the fleeing Khan and the fifth prince.
Li Laosi quickly followed and raised his hand to cut off a stray arrow for the Marquis!
The two men supported each other, and in no time the barbarians were chasing them so hard they were screaming and running for their lives!
The last two thousand barbarians, at this moment, only remembered to flee for their lives, and no longer had the prestige and arrogance of dominating Jiangbei!
Just as the old Khan and the fifth prince were running for their lives, a figure suddenly jumped down from an inconspicuous little tree and chopped down on the Khan's head with a knife.
The fifth prince happened to see this, grabbed the old Khan, and the gleaming blade only took away an arm.
The old Khan screamed in agony, blood spurting out, but he still did not fall off his horse.
Then, several hundred barbarian soldiers surrounded them and desperately protected the old Khan and the fifth prince as they fled.
The figure was enraged and raised his hand to reap the heads of several barbarian soldiers, but it became difficult to catch up.
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