Great Sui Guoshi

"Go and see the old grandson!"

Lu Liangsheng looked away and was filled with yin, thinking of the Taoist in the forest, he ran over in a hurry.

As soon as he entered the forest, he saw the Taoist hanging from a tree branch, falling down, his clothes were ragged, his eyes were black and blue, his thin cheeks became round and red, and he was still panting violently.

"Old Lu, take a quick look... Is my face still there... Why can't I feel it..."

he whimpered.

Hahaha……

Seeing that he was fine, Toad and Hong Lian laughed out loud.

Outside the forest, the sky gradually brightened, Lu Liangsheng applied wound medicine to the Taoist, and away from this side, Wangjia Village gradually disappeared in the field of vision. Soon after, he crossed mountains, rivers, and plains. At that time, he went to Heliangzhou, which was famine and drought.

Leaving the wet south, the mountains become steeper, the trees become sparser, and there are more and more people in ragged clothes and families on the road.

Chapter 95 Lu Liangsheng's Kindness

All the way to the northwest, the leisurely mood of traveling in mountains and rivers gradually became heavy.

The cold winter wind rolled up the dust on the ground, and in the field of vision of Lu Liangsheng and others, there were dense crowds of people with disheveled faces and ragged figures staggering past him and the Taoist.

"...When Ben Dao left, there were not so many people rushing over."

Sun Yingxian, who always had a playful smile on his face, also looked serious at the moment, and all around him were refugees fleeing from the Northwest.

After a distance of several feet, Lu Liangsheng stopped leading the old donkey. In the field of vision, the skinny old man fell down and was ignored. The woman holding the child followed behind her husband and sobbed. The child in her arms was crying loudly, starving. When the ruthless man saw a weed on the ground, he rushed over, digged hard on the ground, stuffed the soil with the stem into his mouth, and cried while chewing.

Such a picture is something that a scholar has never experienced before.

"What is the government doing..."

Lu Liangsheng has read some books on political affairs. There is no rain in spring, summer and autumn. He Liangzhou has basically eaten up all the food that can be eaten. At this time, it is cold in the northwest in winter. , It's just a drop in the bucket, and more people will die of cold and hunger... That's why there is a relocation in front of us.

The crowd seemed to have no end, they rushed over, some of them hit Lu Liangsheng's body, I don't know how many hands touched the possible pockets on his body, but they were all bounced away invisible, but they still flocked to him.

Someone even set his sights on the old donkey, and came to snatch it with his companions, but Sun Yingxian kicked his knee and broke his knee. He lay on the ground and howled, and was soon dragged away by his companions.

"Old Lu, this is not the right time to talk about big things, they are already starving."

The Taoist also knew that he had been ruthless just now, but if he didn't do that, more people would come up, and maybe the two of them would even have their clothes stripped off.

Lu Liangsheng didn't know what Sun Yingxian said, otherwise, he would have taken out the few pieces of cake he had at the beginning, but once he took out the cakes, more hands would be stretched out, so what about after that?

"Let's go, let's go ahead and have a look. Didn't you say that there are practitioners here? Let's work together and do something."

Guarding the old donkey through the crowd, Lu Liangsheng, dressed in a scholar's robe, was like a flat boat, going upstream in the ocean-like crowd. What he saw were basically hunger, fear and death. An old woman walked As he walked, he lost his breath and fell to the ground. No one paid attention to him; the child who lost his parents stood where he was, looking at the numb person beside him with despairing eyes. After a while, he was carried away.

Lu Liangsheng buried the old woman's body on the side of the road, and found the child in the crowd, but he had already lost a leg, was lying on a big rock dying, lost too much blood, and could not be rescued.

For several days, he was busy burying the dead bodies, or rescuing a few children and sending them back to their parents.

Even with spells, a person's strength is limited in the face of such a disaster. Even the Taoist who has been standing by, seeing his appearance, couldn't help but help out together.

When approaching the first city in Heliangzhou, Lu Liangsheng said the same sentence he said when he first arrived at the border that day.

"What the hell is the government doing..."

The temperature dropped sharply, and it became colder and colder.

One night, Lu Liangsheng used the wall-penetrating technique, like a ghost, through the city wall and houses, and rushed directly to the backyard of the Zhangtai County Government.

The county magistrate, who was sleeping with his wife in his arms, heard footsteps, and before he opened his eyes and sat up, a figure rushed out from the wall with calligraphy and paintings in the darkness.

"Who are you!"

As soon as the scolding came out, the curtains blew up, and the whole person flew forward with a bang, smashing hard on the big round table, the delicate tea utensil fell to the ground with a clang, and the woman on the bed hugged the quilt and screamed.

In the next second, Lu Liangsheng was fainted by the brushed wide sleeves. Lu Liangsheng turned his head and looked at the county magistrate who was pressed on the table. His words seemed to be squeezed out of his throat.

"Why don't you open the warehouse to release food?!"

"This... this expert."

The county magistrate's hands and feet were cold, looking at the haggard face with red eyes, waves of numbness rushed over his body.

The other party came out of the wall, how could it be an ordinary person?

"...I can't do anything about going down to the government. The official warehouse has already released grain, but this year it hasn't rained, and the harvested grain is not much, and it has to be handed over to the capital... Now even the mice don't come to the granary... this Mr. Wei, if you don’t believe me, I will take you to see it.”

Lu Liangsheng nodded, and using spells, he took the county magistrate to several official warehouses, and there were only a few piles of moldy old grain left in them.

"The Northwest is already barren, and there is never enough food to eat... When encountering such a severe drought that has never happened in a century, we really have no choice."

"What about the imperial court? No relief food?"

"I just came here once, but it can be shared among the counties. How much is left? From spring to winter, 10,000+ mouths are like a bottomless pit. How can there be enough to eat..."

.......

Back outside the city, Lu Liangsheng still heard the county magistrate's words. When he sat down, the Taoist handed him a water bag and sat down beside him.

"How about it?"

The Taoist Toad next to him was lying on a rock basking in the moonlight, tilting his head and humming: "Need to ask? You can tell just by looking at it."

"Master... I don't understand."

Holding the water bag, Lu Liangsheng looked at the refugees gathered at the foot of the mountain in a daze. On the wall not far away, soldiers with torches patrolled back and forth to strictly prevent the victims from entering the city.

"...I don't understand why the imperial court only brought a batch of food. Is it possible that the poor in the northwest and people are cheap...deserving to starve to death?"

Pursing his lips, he got up suddenly, took a scroll from the bookshelf, and went down the mountain. Sun Yingxian followed behind and called him: "Old Lu, what are you doing again?!"

The scholar who rushed to the city didn't respond, and walked quickly to the porridge shed. Naturally, there were no pots and pans, only an empty old long table standing there.

The light of the torches on the city wall shone outside the wall, and the numb victims gathered together to keep warm, stretching endlessly in the dark night.

A girl huddled in her mother's arms looked over, blinked her hungry eyes, and looked curiously at a figure standing in the porridge shed.

I couldn't help calling out: "Mom, there is someone over there..."

On the other side of his line of sight, Lu Liangsheng closed his eyes slightly, loosened his fingers, and the sleeves of his robe spread out, and the blank scroll unfolded with a splash, spreading it flat on the long table.

Nie Honglian came from the dark night, as if she understood what the scholar was going to do, she put the inkstone she brought aside.

"Hong Lian grinds the ink for the young master."

His slender fingers gently rubbed the ink stick, and when it turned into a puddle of ink, Lu Liangsheng stretched out the tip of his pen to dip it, and then drew a big circle on the white paper, outlined it with a few strokes, and gradually saw it in Hong Lian's eyes. into the shape of a plate.

The green ink was left on the scroll along the tip of the brush, and steamed buns were formed and piled up one by one.

Lu Liangsheng's forehead and cheeks were covered with sweat. He poured all his mana into it. The moment he stopped writing, he unscrewed the water bottle and took a sip. Then he sprayed water mist and sprinkled it on it.

"As long as the cultivation base is not damaged, the mana will recover in a few days. Now, if it is used in practice, it should be able to save some people's lives..."

In the sound, the dancing mist slowly descended on the picture scroll, and the steamed buns outlined in green ink filled the air with fragrance. A large plate filled with a tall stack of steamed buns floated from the painting onto the table, steaming hot, and drifting away into the distance.

The child huddled in his mother's arms widened his eyes watching all this, broke free from his mother's hands, stood weakly on the ground, and approached slowly step by step.

Lu Liangsheng wiped off the sweat stains on his face and smiled. A small figure with bare feet and messy hair came over cautiously.

On the opposite side, the little girl who was not as tall as the table raised her dirty little face timidly, looked at the steamed buns on the table, and opened her small mouth eagerly.

"...Big brother...my mother is sick...can I have a steamed bun?"

Maybe I was too scared, so I quickly changed my words.

"...Half...half a piece is also..."

Lu Liangsheng took two pieces and stuffed them into the little girl's hand, stroking her head: "Hurry up and give it to your mother, come and get it if you don't have enough."

"Well... Thank you, big brother."

A smile appeared on the dirty little face. The little girl ran back with two pieces of steamed buns and handed them to the mouth of the blue-faced woman. Perhaps smelling the fragrance, the woman opened her eyes and couldn't help but open her mouth and bite directly. One bite, quickly chewed and swallowed.

Around, the hungry people who smelled the aroma of steamed buns stood up from the ground one after another, but they didn't grab it. They stared at the only steamed bun left in the little girl's hand and swallowed their saliva.

"Xiaochai, where did you get your steamed buns?"

"Over there, a good-looking big brother gave it to me, and there are many more."

Following the direction pointed by the dirty little finger, the long table in the porridge shed was full of big white steamed buns. The scholar stood there looking at them and smiled, then turned and walked up the mountain.

People were surging, and the little girl squeezed in the middle, grabbing some steamed buns on the long table, and the plate was quickly empty, but there were still people squeezing over from behind, shouting, "The person who took the steamed buns should make room for the others." Those who haven't eaten take some."

There were also people who took too much, with their mouths in their mouths, and four or five more in their hands. Soon, the whole big plate was empty, and the little girl squeezed in front of her, and there was nothing left, so she cried loudly at the table.

"What's going on?" "It's gone...you bastards, can't you take a little less?" "Someone in my family is starving to death, who can give me a piece!!"

During the commotion, someone at the long table suddenly shouted.

"Hey, look, there are steamed buns again!"

I saw dozens of steamed buns piled up on the big empty plate in an instant.

"This is fairy art..." "I saw that scholar just now." "I saw it too, it's a scholar."

Some people still had steamed buns in their mouths, but they knelt down and cried. As the words spread, a dense crowd of people knelt down abruptly towards the mountain where Lu Liangsheng was walking.

"The fairy has appeared..." "Everyone, don't mess with it, be careful that the fairy is not happy."

"Yes, everyone has a share, come one by one."

The previous chaos gradually subsided, and several long queues formed spontaneously, taking steamed buns from the long table in an orderly manner.

The wind whimpered on the mountain.

Taoist and Toad Taoist still looked at the weak scholar in puzzlement, the mountain wind was blowing his hair, Lu Liangsheng sat on the stone, feeling the kindness coming from below, he opened his mouth weakly, with a smile on his face.

"Although it's not a real thing, it's better than them eating dirt, and it can last a little longer."

Chapter 96 Where there is drama

In the early morning, the solitary tree whose skin had been peeled off stood in the morning breeze. Taoist Toad was wrapped in a small padded jacket and shook his calves in his robe. The body stretched upwards. Lu Liangsheng woke up from his lethargy, the empty mana in his body, Came back a little.

Surrounded by the morning light, the soil was still barren, and the mountains were bare, like huge tombs, which made him feel desolate.

The Taoist also got out from the crevice of the rock, stretched his waist, and followed the scholar's line of sight to look at the vast number of refugees below.

"When is this the first place?"

Lu Liangsheng didn't speak, and woke up the drowsy master in winter. Taoist Toad yawned, rubbed his confused eyes, watched the scholar tidy up his things, and brought the old donkey.

"Go ahead."

Here, Lu Liangsheng is no longer able to help, and it is up to the imperial court to solve the Northwest refugees in the end, but what I have seen for several days, I am a little disappointed...

When leading the old donkey and the Taoist down the hill, someone outside the city saw a figure in white on the hill and shouted. The dark crowd around them raised their faces and stood up like a wave. The soldiers on the city wall were so frightened that they tightened their weapons, thinking that the victims were going to attack the city.

On the hill, the scholar who led the old donkey stopped and looked over there.

"They..." the Taoist couldn't help but murmured, "...don't want to rush over, right? I told you not to show kindness indiscriminately, why now..."

Before he finished speaking, a figure knelt down in front of the crowd in the distance.

Then, one after another, they knelt down in black.

"Immortal in white, please save us." "I don't want to die..."

"...don't go, please let it rain a little."

"My son is dying, please help him, he is still young, he has never seen anything..."

"Don't go, fairy in white, don't go..."

.......

Countless pleadings came like snowflakes. Lu Liangsheng closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and let it out.

"I really hope, I'm a god... let's go."

Leaving this city, Lu Liangsheng's mood did not calm down. On the road to the north, there were still many fleeing teams. Seeing that the scholars and Taoist priests were clean, they all came to beg for some food.

As we move forward, we often see looting and massacres. In times of famine, the bandits on the mountain are not spared. The 'fat sheep' are gone, so they can only follow along, killing people, looting goods, and robbing women on the road. Then, run to the mountains.

When Lu Liangsheng saw it, he would help if he could, but most of the time, what he found were ruined corpses.

"This Dao has never even held a woman's hand... These people should be killed!"