Parents are busy farming

The eunuchs and palace maids standing by were all silent, with their heads hung low, not daring to even breathe, for fear that the slightest mistake would anger the powerful emperor.

As a result, a heavy and depressing atmosphere of silence permeated the huge palace, and one could almost feel that the air had become stagnant.

The retired emperor's right fingers were seen casually tapping the armrest of the chair. The rhythmic and crisp "tapping" sound was particularly prominent in the deathly silent environment, and it was pleasant to the ears and gripping.

After a long time, the emperor did not utter another word, as if everything that had just happened was just a trivial matter.

Indeed, all of this was already within the expectations of the retired emperor.

After experiencing many ups and downs over the years, and being in the palace which is full of open and secret struggles, he has long seen through the intrigues and deceptions.

The struggle for power has always been so cold and ruthless, without any warmth at all.

But what surprised him a little was that this time even the imperial concubine, who had always been simple-minded, suddenly came to her senses.

At this time, Ye Zifen was unaware of the two giant Buddhas that the emperor had sent over again.

Since arriving at this vast grassland, Ye Zifen has been rushing to several places where the disaster victims live, wanting to personally investigate their current real situation.

When she saw the victims with her own eyes, she couldn't help but feel a strong sense of sadness in her heart.

Just as he had imagined in his mind before, the lives of these disaster victims were extremely miserable and they could only barely survive.

The grassland in winter is an extremely cold place. The strong wind is like a ferocious beast, roaring and snarling with bared fangs and claws, as if trying to swallow up everything in the world.

The poor disaster victims were all wearing extremely stiff cotton-padded clothes, which could not provide enough warmth to resist the severe cold.

What is even more heartbreaking is that the cotton coat is covered with patches of various sizes, one after another, densely packed, as if silently telling people about the hardships in their lives.

Fortunately, these disaster victims were not stupid and actually thought of building their houses underground.

When Ye Zifen carefully stepped into the underground house, she could clearly feel that its thermal insulation performance was quite good.

Unfortunately, due to the frequent and continuous snowfall in recent days, the goose feather-like heavy snow seems to be falling endlessly, covering the whole world with a thick layer of white.

At this moment, the room seemed extremely damp and cold, and the air was filled with a disgusting and unpleasant smell.

The smell is very complex. It is a mixture of the fishy smell of soil, the sour smell of sweat emanating from people's hard work, and the musty smell caused by being closed for a long time.

So many different odors intertwined together to form a pungent smell that was really unbearable.

Even if you just take a small sip, you will feel your stomach churning.

What’s worse is that many people have become sick due to such poor living conditions.

I saw several patients lying weakly in the corner, their faces as pale as paper, without any blood at all.

They closed their eyes tightly, their lips trembled slightly, and they breathed so weakly that it was almost inaudible, as if every breath was the last struggle of life and could stop at any time.

Ye Zifen stood in the middle of the room, her brows tightly furrowed, her beautiful face full of worry.

Her bright big eyes scanned the surroundings, and when her gaze rested on the sick victims, her eyes revealed deep sympathy and compassion.

These disaster victims all came from the land of Daxia. They had just arrived here and knew very little about life here. They lacked sufficient experience to deal with the various difficulties.

This strange land has an environment and customs that are completely different from their hometown. Everything is so new and challenging to them.

They are like lost lambs, at a loss in this completely unfamiliar world, not knowing how to move forward.

Fortunately, the caravan led by Ye Zifen arrived in a hurry.

People in the caravan unloaded various supplies from the vehicles.

These supplies include food, clothing, bedding and medicine, which are all items that the victims urgently need.

Ye Zifen directed everyone in an orderly manner, arranging for the caravan to leave behind some necessary daily necessities and several experienced personnel to help the victims repair the dilapidated houses where they now lived.

Everyone worked together, some climbed onto the roof to replace broken wood, some were busy repairing cracks in the wall, and some were sweeping the ground and tidying up debris... In a moment, the originally deserted and quiet group of small houses became lively, filled with hope and warmth everywhere.

The walls of those simple and even shabby houses were so dilapidated that they seemed like they would collapse with a slight push.

However, with everyone's concerted efforts, the situation is gradually improving.

The craftsmen in the caravan were all skilled. They climbed onto the roof skillfully and carefully repaired every hole and crack with the tools in their hands.

The women were not idle either. They went into the house one after another and organized the things that Ye Zifen's caravan had brought out in an orderly manner.

At this time, several sheepskins were carefully taken out.

Everyone sat together and began to brainstorm, racking their brains to think of how to cleverly use these sheepskins to further improve living conditions.

Some people suggested cutting the sheepskin into appropriate sizes and using them to seal the holes in the wall; others suggested making the sheepskin into mattresses so that tired bodies could get a better rest at night.

Ye Zifen did not stop for a moment. She walked with firm steps towards the victims whose faces were haggard due to illness.

I saw him gently placing his fingers on the patient's pulse, his expression focused and serious.

By carefully feeling the subtle changes in the pulse, he quickly and accurately determined each person's condition, and took out the corresponding medicinal materials from the medicine box he carried with him and placed them aside.

Then, he would patiently explain to the patients in detail how to take each medicinal ingredient and the dosage to ensure that they could use the medicine correctly.

After completing this series of busy work, Ye Zifen took a short break and then immediately led her men in another direction.

Along the way, the road under our feet was rugged and full of large and small stones and potholes.

Fortunately, there were personnel from the military camp who followed in the operation.

They were able to find people's locations so accurately thanks to their rich experience accumulated over the years and their keen judgment of the terrain.