Datang: My bedroom is the same as Changle's boudoir

The surrounding victims have long noticed Mo Wuhen and the others.

After all, the glamor of the two of them seemed so out of place here.

However, the victims did not have the strength to care what Mo Wuhen and the others were doing, and it was very difficult for them to just survive.

However, after hearing Mo Wuhen sigh with emotion, "The rich wine and meat stinks, the road has starved to death".

There was a hint of hope in the dazed eyes.

"Zhu... The wine and meat of the Zhu family stinks, and there are starving bones on the road"

A person with chapped lips and a skinny person who could feel the bones on his face struggled to repeat this sentence.

When one person reads it, it infects others.

After a while, the whole camp was chanting such a sentence.

The rich wine and meat smell bad, and there are starving bones on the road.

What an ironic sentence, even if those rich people from aristocratic families throw out a bone they don't eat, or some leftovers.

Their children, husbands, wives, and relatives may be able to resist for a few more days.

The first victim who chanted this sentence just now couldn't bear it anymore, and cried out with all his strength.

He said he was crying, but he was still hoarse without a sound, and he exhausted all his strength, and now he was so hungry that he even struggled to cry.

The hoarse voice seemed to be like a flash of light, putting all the sorrow into tears.

The whole camp was crying again and again, Li Lizhi also felt distressed, and then shed tears.

"Wuhen, give them something to eat first!"

Li Lizhi snuggled into Mo Wuhen's arms, and said softly while shedding tears.

Mo Wuhen shook his head, just comforted Li Lizhi from the sidelines, and watched the situation in the camp silently.

It's not that Mo Wuhen doesn't want to give it to him, he can take out some of it now, but there are only a few soldiers around him.

As soon as the food comes out, the hungry victims with green eyes may rush forward.

Mo Wuhen was not afraid, he was afraid that Li Lizhi would be in danger.

Even if the possibility of appearing is very small, Mo Wuhen will not fight unprepared.

"Come here, hurry up and go to Lu Guogong's mansion, borrow some soldiers from Lu Guogong, and say that Mo Wuhen wants it."

Mo Wuhen said to the soldiers beside him.

After the soldiers took their orders, they left directly for Duke Lu's mansion.

Mo Wuhen looked at the child crying and looking at those scrawny people.

My heart is filled with emotion.

Is this the so-called prosperous age of Zhenguan?
This is just at the foot of Chang'an City, and there may be relief from the government from time to time.

But what about the rest of the affected areas?
Although there are only a few words about the drought in the history books, "hunger, people eat each other", but people eat people, how many people died?

Are these people related to Mo Wuhen?
No, but it can also be said about!If it was a foreigner who died, maybe Mo Wuhen would only sympathize, but would not do anything.

But those who died were all Chinese people, Mo Wuhen couldn't bear it, Mo Wuhen wanted to save, not because of his sympathy, but because he didn't want the children of China to die of hunger.

From Mo Wuhen's point of view, Zhenguan Shengshi must be exaggerated, but since he came to Datang by chance, then Zhenguan Shengshi, Mo Wuhen will make him worthy of the name.

Now that he has come to Datang, he can guarantee that in the future, the Tang Dynasty will be dominated by all barbarians and all nations will come to court.

He hoped that more children of the Tang Dynasty could witness all this.

The first thing to do is tear off a piece of flesh from the family!
Li Lizhi seemed to feel Mo Wuhen's emotions, held his hand tightly, and looked at him silently without making a sound.

...

"Uncle, princess! We are here, are you going to light a fire and cook porridge now?"

Zhang San came to Mo Wuhen and Li Lizhi, clasped his hands and asked.

"You set up a shed and light a fire, but don't take out the food."

Mo Wuhen was waiting for Cheng Yaojin's people to support the situation.

"Uncle Mo, I brought someone here!"

Not long after, Mo Wuhen heard Cheng Chumo's voice coming from behind.

Mo Wuhen ignored Cheng Chumo first, but first signaled Zhang San and the others to start cooking porridge.

"Oh, isn't this my nephew Cheng? Why is my brother Cheng willing to let you out? Do you miss Uncle Mo?"

"I always think, miss you dead!"

[Cheng Chumo's resentment value +999]
In the past few days, Cheng Chumo has been beaten except for endorsing. His buddies asked him to go out to drink, but he couldn't go, and the little flower in Qunyu Pavilion was waiting for him. He couldn't do it.

The ghost knows how he survived the past few days, it's all because of Mo Wuhen.

Looking at Cheng Chumo's resentful little eyes, Mo Wuhen was also embarrassed.

He quickly said, "You send troops to maintain order, and don't make the victims too chaotic."

"it is good!"

Although Cheng Yaojin didn't come, he also explained in advance that Cheng Chumo would help Mo Wuhen hold the stage.

He, Cheng Yaojin, was able to do so well in the officialdom because he judged the situation and knew that this was an opportunity for his son to be gilded, so of course he couldn't let it go.

The moment the victims saw the food, they were really ready to move, but they didn't dare to move when they saw the army behind Cheng Chumo.

"Line in line, the elderly and children first, everyone has a share!"

Mo Wuhen roared.

This really worked, and the victims spontaneously maintained order after hearing that there was enough food.

"This is Princess Changle, this is the future son-in-law, and this is the eldest son of Duke Lu's family."

Although a few people didn't make their names known, there were always a few dog legs around them who knew how to flatter.

Mo Wuhen and the others don't hate it, after all, who doesn't like a reputation for nothing.

"This is really porridge, so thick!"

"I haven't eaten for days!"

"Mom! If you last one more day, you won't be able to leave!"

When the victims got the porridge, they cried heart-rendingly, missing their relatives who had passed away.

The victims drank the porridge one by one, watching Mo Wuhen frown.

Mo Wuhen walked aside, picked up some grass fragments from the ground, and threw them into the pot.

"Wuhen, what are you doing?"

Li Lizhi didn't know why Mo Wuhen would throw some grass fragments into the pot. Isn't this a big pot of porridge for nothing?

"Look at those people who just drank porridge!"

Mo Wuhen didn't say the reason, but instead asked Li Lizhi to see the difference between the people who just drank the porridge.

Li Lizhi looked around and found that some people were covering their stomachs with hideous faces.

"Hey? Why is this happening?"

Cheng Chumo was also a little curious.

"I haven't eaten for a long time, eating so suddenly and so fast will make my internal organs overwhelmed, and in severe cases, it may even harm them."

"Adding some chopped grass can slow down the speed of their porridge, and it will help them eat."

To be honest, they didn't know that there were so many ways to help the victims, they thought they could simply give them porridge.

Mo Wuhen saw that there were many young and middle-aged people who drank porridge, and felt that blindly giving charity was not a long-term solution.

After they recover in the past few days, so many laborers can make good use of it, and it is king to use work for relief.