Chapter 192 Distributing Disaster Relief Food
Chu Xia left the house, looked up at the sky, and then called out, "An Yi?"
As soon as she finished speaking, An Yi appeared behind her quietly like a ghost.
Chu Xia frowned and muttered in a low voice: "Where are the people?"
"What?" An Yi asked suddenly, his voice low and abrupt.
Chu Xia was so frightened that she trembled violently, turned around hastily, and said with wide eyes: "You...when did you get behind me? Don't you know that scaring people can be fatal?"
An Yi crossed his arms, glanced at her calmly, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and his tone was a little teasing: "Coward."
Chuxia stomped her feet in anger, her cheeks slightly red, and retorted: "You...you are the coward! The lady asked you to get some saltpeter powder, go quickly!" After that, she ran into the house without looking back.
An Yi looked at her back, frowned slightly, and whispered to himself: "What does the princess want saltpeter powder for?" He thought for a moment and remembered that Huilong County had recently suffered a flood, and saltpeter powder might be difficult to find.
But since it was the princess's order, he naturally could not neglect it.
An turned around and his figure was as fast as lightning. He rushed out of the yard in an instant. He raised his hand and waved, and a secret guard immediately appeared.
An Yi said in a deep voice, "Go and find some saltpeter powder immediately, and do it as soon as possible."
"Yes!" The secret guard received the order and left quickly.
An Yi dodged again and returned to the dark. His and An Er's mission was to protect the princess and never leave her side. He could just ask any secret guard to get the saltpeter powder, and he didn't have to do it himself.
Chuxia walked into the house and saw the young lady leaning on the small couch by the window, looking lazy and a little listless.
Chu Xia approached, "Miss, haven't you had your meal yet?"
On the side, Chuchun was clearing the food on the table. Upon hearing this, she looked up and said, "Miss, you don't have much appetite today. You only ate a few bites and then put it down."
Lan Xiyue held a round fan in her hand and fanned it gently, frowning slightly as she complained in a low voice, "This weather is so hot that it's making me feel uncomfortable."
Seeing this, Chu Xia quickly picked up a fan beside her and gently fanned Lan Xiyue, muttering softly, "Miss, why are you so afraid of the heat this year? I've never seen you so intolerant of the heat in previous years."
Lan Xiyue closed her eyes, as if she was too lazy to even speak. She just sighed slightly and said, "Perhaps the summer heat has arrived unusually early this year."
Is it early? It’s just beginning? Chuxia fanned herself, thinking to herself.
Chuchun had already cleared the dishes on the table. "Miss, if you really can't eat, I'll make you some heat-clearing mung bean soup to cool you down."
Lan Xiyue nodded slightly as a sign of agreement. Seeing this, Chuchun turned around and went to the kitchen.
On the other side, under the scorching sun, Mo Yufeng stood on the platform of the disaster relief grain distribution point, his brows furrowed and his face full of impatience.
He raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead, his tone filled with a hint of irritation: "Are you kidding me? The little uncle actually asked me to preside over the distribution of disaster relief grain to these lowly disaster victims? This damn weather is so hot that it's hard to breathe! We've been rushing all the way here and haven't had a break yet, and now we have to bask in the sun. It's really enough!"
Mo Jicang, who was standing beside him, was also sweating profusely, but he looked calm and advised in a low voice: "Prince, why don't you go and rest first, and let me take care of this."
Mo Yufeng raised his eyebrows when he heard this, and said with a hint of sarcasm: "Royal brother, are you trying to steal the credit?"
Mo Jicang shook his head, his expression calm. "Prince, you should know me well. I never care about these empty names, and I never fight for anything. It's just that the young emperor's uncle sent us here to distribute disaster relief food. If we all go to rest, if something goes wrong, I'm afraid we won't be able to explain it to the young emperor when he comes back."
Mo Yufeng snorted coldly and said disapprovingly, "Hmph, there are guards watching here. I'll see who dares to cause trouble!" After he finished speaking, he looked up at the sky. It was already noon, so he waved his hand and said, "It's noon, big brother, let's go have lunch and have a few drinks. With these guards watching, nothing will go wrong."
When Mo Jicang saw Mo Yufeng turn around and leave, he gave a subtle look to the crowd and followed him.
The people under the platform had already become impatient. Under the scorching sun, they stood hungry, staring at the food that was being distributed slowly, feeling extremely anxious.
The people at the back of the team began to get restless, and some murmured, "The food distribution is too slow! When will it be our turn?"
"Yeah, we've been waiting all morning and haven't even had a sip of water!"
"Hurry up and send it, we still have to go back and cook!"
The complaints gradually grew louder and a commotion began to form among the crowd.
Seeing this, the two guards immediately stepped forward and shouted, "What are you making such a fuss about! Behave yourself!"
The people were frightened into silence by the guards' scolding, but the dissatisfaction and anxiety in their eyes did not diminish in the slightest. They could only continue to suffer under the scorching sun, waiting for the distribution of disaster relief food.
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