Three anecdotes

"Fengxing, here. There's more here, here!" Yu Tongxiang waved to Fengxing, and Fengxing came over with two baskets of steamed buns opened by the soldiers. The hungry people stretched out their hands and squeezed inward, almost paralyzed. King Jing's army, which is said to be more majestic than Mount Tai, formed a human wall composed of 28 cavalry.

"Everyone line up, Mr. Wei San said, everyone has a share. Old and weak, women and children, come to my team!" Shen Qixian greeted.

"The God of Wealth has spoken, we can't be hungry anymore! Xiaobao, call your grandma to line up. No, you go! The elderly and children can take the first place, hurry up and take the seats!"

"Get Erni and Sanxi quickly!"

"Tell the women in the family not to dig out the roots of the tree, come quickly, the God of Wealth has given out rice!"

"Thank you God of Wealth! Thank you God of Wealth!"

The crowd was in a mess.After all the strong and strong men retreated, the ladies of various families came up, and some came with their old mothers who were too hungry to walk.After Fengxing finished distributing two baskets of steamed buns, he was suddenly hugged by a child with a snotty nose, "Little golden boy, take pity on me, my mother hasn't eaten for three days."

Shen Qixian couldn't stand the child being hurt the most, so he quickly took the boy's skinny hand, "Tong Xiang, throw me two steamed buns!" He held the child in his arms and ordered a servant to serve it up. A bowl of porridge, the child gulped down the bowl and licked the bottom of the bowl clean.Shen Qixian was bitter for a while, carried the child into the room, and jumped in front of Wei Jinleng after a few ups and downs, "Wu Mu, what should I do? There are more and more hungry people, and they have to come here from all directions."

Wei Jin Leng was busy discussing with the owner of the rice store about releasing rice, and the owner of the rice store said, "Master, this can't go on like this. With so many mouths, no matter how big the family business is, they can't help eating!"

Before Wei Jinleng could speak, the child in Shen Qixian's arms immediately struggled to get down, wiped his nose with his sleeve, knelt on the ground and kowtowed to Wei Jinleng, "God of Wealth, help me, God of Wealth, help me. Grandma and aunt We can't do it anymore, we can't live without rice!"

Wei Jin looked at the owner of the rice shop coldly, "This kid is as old as Eleven at home. How can I bear to—"

"Third Lord. The Yellow River is flooded, and there is no harvest. The emperor opened an entire Taicang and there is not enough to eat, let alone us. Even the Duan family in the west does not sell rice. Let's—"

When Shen Qixian heard this, he became angry, "It's not for sale!" He raised his voice, "Fengxing! Let's go! Go with your brother Xixian to rob the rich and help the poor!"

The rice stores closed one after another, the rice merchants were hoarding their goods, there were many hungry people, and the Wei family was already struggling alone. In late autumn, Wei Jin was so cold that his mouth was blistered, but when Shen Qixian yelled, he calmed down, "You What are you doing! Is there an imposing prince and the little prince who is leading us to rob the house? You are not afraid of ruining the reputation of the elder brother!"

Before Wei Jinleng could speak, the little boy burst into tears.Shen Qixian's inner strength is so deep, everyone heard the yelling just now, and he became hungry, and he didn't care about anything else, everyone also pointed to someone who could be relied on, if this little prince was willing to come forward , then let's rob the rice shop with a pickaxe and a sickle.

We were all waiting for Feng Xingying here, but suddenly heard a child crying, the boy cried louder and louder, and could be heard for three miles, "Little prince, help! King Jun, help!"

This voice immediately howled out the hearts of the people. In the last years of the late king, there was a severe drought year after year, and the people were starved of food, so they were about to rise up.It was Shang Quhan who tried his best to resist all opinions, led the army straight in, and asked the soldiers to "borrow" rice from the rice store with his own handwritten letter as collateral.Distributed door-to-door to victims of disasters.For a while, he became famous and was known as the virtuous king.Others may not be aware of this matter, but everyone in Jing'an knows it.Now when the little boy shouts, everyone thinks of the savior far away in the desert. The Lord is not there, but the little prince is here. One by one, they shouted, "King Juntian is alive, little prince, help me!"

The sound shook the whole field, the earth shook and the mountains shook.

When Feng Xing heard this slogan, even if he was a model of youth and sophistication, he couldn't help turning pale.The title of King Jun has not been called by anyone for many years.Juntian is the emperor's position, the title given by the former emperor back then meant to belong to him, but after all, his father was inferior to others and walked away from the frontier.Such an uncle who was once the new emperor's favourite, was too wise to protect himself, but now the common people are shouting at the emperor's feet that King Jun is coming. Isn't this clearly inviting trouble?His mind was extremely alert, and he paid attention to where the little boy was just now, but he couldn't find it anymore.

Feng Xing was sure that this trip must be planned by someone, so he simply calmed down.With a thought in his mind, Galewind 28 Cavaliers sensed it, and they came out one by one, forming an array.The first two were squatting flat.

Feng Xing jumped lightly and stepped on the shoulders of the two of them.Another two cavalrymen had already stood stacked like arhats, Feng Xing raised his breath and went straight, and then stood on the top.Next, the four of them were stacked together, one of them stretched out his arm, Feng Xing was already standing on the shoulders of the two of them, he turned around in the air, and the person at the bottom of the four cavalrymen was half a body shorter. The one at the top spread its body like a kite spreading its wings, stepped on Fengxing's shoulders, and stood on the man's back.Feng Xing suddenly flipped in the air, and the person at the top stood up again. At this moment, the other six cavalrymen also set up a ladder.The two people at the top of the two rows stood side by side, and Feng Xing stood firmly on their shoulders.

Everyone was dumbfounded when they saw him go straight up the ladder, and the originally noisy circle of victims became completely silent.At this time, another two groups of six people set up ladders, and four teams came together.Two of them face each other, and Fengxing is alone in the sky.

The common people looked up at the little prince who was so tall that he couldn't see clearly.However, Feng Xing stepped on the shoulders of the leader at the top of different ladders and bent his knees in the direction of the Forbidden Palace. He raised his breath and raised his voice, and his internal force sent the voice tens of meters away, "The holy heart is like the moon, and the holy will is bright. We are the sons and daughters of Daliang, and the emperor's subjects. Although this catastrophe is difficult, the emperor has a good plan. Everyone, please stay calm and wait for the holy words. Long live my emperor, long live, long live!"

"Long live my emperor, long live, long live!" The 28 chasing wind riders surrounding the adult ladder roared in unison.Shen Qixian, Wei Jinleng and everyone agreed.

The famine lasted for several months, and the people were in dire straits.Shang Chengbi issued an imperial decree but only conferred titles on beauties, and the common people inevitably felt resentment in their hearts.But now, under the human ladder, they saw this high and mighty young prince bowing to the north and speaking impassionedly. For some hope, the voice of the mountain shouting long live is endless.

Outside the victims, an old man pushing a wheelchair covered his face and cried loudly.

The old man in the wheelchair asked, "Why are you crying?"

"I cry, and soon there will be trouble and bloodshed."

"What the people want, and the powerful ministers submit, why is there bloodshed?"

"Because the emperor's people's hearts are not the people's hearts, but the power ministers' people's hearts can win the hearts of the people."

"Amitabha."

"Great mercy."

The author has something to say: This chapter is a bit short, probably because I am tired, and it is not the same as I originally imagined

Everyone will just wait and see, I will change it later, hug~