Linghu Yunlong slammed the table and said, "Just go if I tell you to! Why are you talking so much nonsense?"
The shop owner didn't dare to say anything more and hurriedly retreated to order the kitchen to prepare.
The rice porridge was served in a wooden barrel, and the victims immediately started scrambling for it with their broken bowls.
"Hey, slow down, slow down! There's enough for you to eat!" The shopkeeper advised.
Then came the sound of pigs eating. The dozen or so victims were slurping porridge. They were all pale and thin, and covered in dirt.
Zhao Huan was secretly shocked. He waved to the dozen or so disaster victims and said, "Come here!"
These people knelt down with their bowls in hand: "Thank you so much, benefactor! Thank you so much, benefactor!"
Zhao Huan asked, "Let me ask you, which of you is from Langya County?"
The dozen or so people looked at each other, and one of them, a slightly older man, said, "Benefactor, this place is hundreds of miles away from Langya County. The disaster victims there would starve to death if they came here."
Zhao Huan was even more shocked: "Then where are you from?"
"Benefactor, we are from Bo County in Lin County." said the old man.
"Bo County, Bo County," Zhao Huan muttered. He remembered that Bo County had not been affected by the disaster when he first came here. "Has your Bo County also been affected by the disaster?"
The man sighed, "Bo County is relatively okay, but Langya County is hell. We're closer to Pizhou, so we came to Pizhou first. Alas, they say cannibalism has occurred in Langya County."
Zhao Huan put down his chopsticks, feeling heavy-hearted. The situation in Langya County looked grim. He wondered what Li Haoran was doing, what the Haizhou governor was doing, and where the disaster relief food had gone. A series of questions swirled in Zhao Huan's mind.
The 40,000 dan of grain should have arrived in Haizhou by now. Zhao Huan decided to go to Langya County first and then to Haizhou.
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