"We haven't eaten for three days..."
"..."
They spoke weakly, as if they were about to breathe their last.
Looking at these ragged refugees, Ling Qi was momentarily at a loss.
Unlike before, people who travel now need to save their money for future trips.
Furthermore, Ling Ba left in a hurry and only had a few taels of silver with him. During his time with Qin Susu, he had already spent almost all of his money. Even the money for their journey was obtained by Qin Susu pawning her silver hairpin.
Qin Susu, needless to say, was so poor that all she had left was her physical appearance.
Like Xiao Yan, Ling Qi brought silver notes, but it was of no use.
He left some cash for Qiu Yumei, and the rest was just a few taels of loose silver.
All the money belongs to Xiaoyan.
He turned around and looked at Ling Ba.
Ling Ba slowly shook his head, "Fellow villagers, please make way. We are just like you, we don't have any extra food on us."
Forcing our way in is not an option; it could result in injury or death.
They still have a long way to go, and no one knows what will happen next.
If all the money is given to the refugees, won't they be left to starve on their journey?
However, his words did not move the refugees an inch; on the contrary, their pleas grew louder.
"Young master, please have mercy and give us some food, we are so hungry..."
"Please help us, considering how pitiful we are."
"..."
"Xiaoyan, they're so pitiful." Qin Susu lifted the curtain and looked out of the car.
These refugees were all emaciated.
She felt cold even wrapped in a blanket inside the carriage, but these refugees were barely clothed, shivering all over, and their speech was somewhat slurred.
"Give them some money so they can buy some food." Qin Susu truly felt sorry for these refugees.
"Aren't you pitiful? You almost lost your life here." Qiu Yan glared at Qin Susu, then glanced at the number of refugees.
She could help one or two, or ten or eight, but these refugees numbered over a hundred... in unknown corners, perhaps even tens of thousands.
She's not a savior.
"But we have money, and they are poor."
"Where's the money?" Qiu Yan waved her hand, palm up, at Qin Susu. "You have money, give it to me, I'll go and comfort those refugees."
“I don’t have money, I mean you do.”
“I used all my money to buy you medicine. You’ll have to pay me back in the future. Remember, you owe me ten taels of silver.”
"Do we still have to pay it back?" Qin Susu coughed stiffly, "Xiaoyan, we're friends, let's just forget about this little bit of money."
Qiu Yan: "It doesn't count!"
"Sisters, please, please give us some food." At this moment, two thin, pale-faced little girls knelt pitifully in front of the carriage, their eyes brimming with tears as they looked at Qiu Yan and Qin Susu inside.
Then the others followed suit and knelt down, further blocking their carriages from moving.
A gust of cold wind swept by, and one of the little girls, who was already swaying precariously, fell to the ground with a thud.
She kept calling out,
"Hungry, so hungry...I'm so hungry..."
As she spoke, she stopped breathing.
They starved to death in the cold spring weather.
"How pitiful." Qin Susu truly couldn't bear it.
"Only after I came to this border region did I realize that there are still such pitiful people in this world."
"Take these and distribute them among them." Qiu Yan took out two strings of copper coins and handed them to Ling Ba outside the carriage.
"Hmm?" Qin Susu looked up. "Xiaoyan, I thought you wouldn't give them to them."
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