God don't even try to stop me from doing infrastructure!

Menis recalled his experience during the time he traveled abroad: "Your Highness, I used to pretend to be a businessman and traveled abroad for three years. I have seen the sea, walked through the desert, entered Death Valley, and stayed in the robber's den. I have been to many countries, I have seen many people, but even the richest countries cannot avoid such things.

"When there is not enough food, the old and the young are the first to be abandoned. They abandon them and find many reasons to reassure themselves. I have traveled as a merchant's son and seen many such I have also thought that one day in the future, when I become a great priest, I will not let old people without fault be abandoned to uninhabited valleys, and newborn children will not be left without support. But I became the successor of the teacher, but I found that there was so much I could do.”

Speaking of this, Menis sneered: "Teacher has to get up early every day to pray, to let the gods see their piety, and not to bring disasters to Taixi. Dutiful priests, they all have heavy things on their bodies, Because they have seen too much death, too much helplessness. And the irresponsible priests, they have deviated from the path of justice and have been lost.

"I once went to a place that was very remote. People there, when their children were born, they couldn't afford to raise them, so they would randomly throw them into rivers, under trees, or into dens of wild animals."

An expression of reminiscence appeared on his face: "It was the instruction of the priest of the local temple, saying that it was to sacrifice to the gods. In fact, it was just because they couldn't afford it, so they threw it on the mountain road passing by wild beasts. If they were eaten, those wizards would be killed." Saying that the gods have received this gift, next year everything will be fine. But what about next year? Still the same.

"The lives of these people have never been used to sacrifice to the gods, but to fill the darkness of people's hearts and the losses of internal wars. There is no disaster in that country, and the food is abundant. But the two sons of the king each occupy one side and send soldiers to each other. Those soldiers were sons, husbands, and fathers from different families. They deserved to die, and they deserved to die in a war of glory, not a war of killing each other because of the throne.

"Afterwards, I returned to Curry and chose to cooperate with Sham. Taixi must not have such a meaningless war. It's just that I never thought that Taixi would have a famine without a civil war in which the prince seized power. Your Highness, don't blame yourself, you His arrival is already our salvation."

Yunze didn't speak, and there was a few seconds of silence in the carriage.

"After I go back, I want to sort out the food in stock. After leaving the seeds and enough rations, maybe it's time to do something that a 'son of God' should do." Yunze smiled at Menis, he had already packed his emotions , and quickly began to use his brain to sort out the information he had obtained before.

He can't take care of the war, but he can and should take care of some small things.

"I remember that the temple has records of some poor families, because some relief food is distributed to them every year. How many families have newborns in the past few years?"

Seeing that Yunze has quickly recovered, the dark clouds in Menis' heart have also dissipated, and he still likes Yunze's energetic and energetic appearance.

"There are some young monks in the temple wandering around on the street. Let me ask, who has a pregnant woman and a newborn child."

"Really?" Yunze's eyes lit up, but he still restrained himself, and finally a very reserved smile appeared on his face, as well as a very solemn thank you, "Thank you, Menis."

Seeing him like this, Menis was very happy in his heart, but his face was also very reserved, and he covered the corners of his lips with his sleeves: "Well, there will be news in about two days."

When they returned to the house in the warehouse, Yunze really sorted out the food in stock. There was a lot of food in storage this year, most of which were sent by others.The wheat, beans, and even the unfinished bacon marinated a few years ago are as hard as rocks.

The little baby started to have a fever that night when he came to the other hospital. Yunze gave him some medicine, and an elderly maid has been taking care of him ever since.Seeing that she was taking good care of her, Yunze asked her what she wanted, and then asked her to adopt the child.

Yunze can't adopt this child, once he adopts, many people who can afford to raise the child will abandon the child at his door, because they also want their own child to become the adopted son of the Son of God.

On the third day, there was news from Menis.He got a list of poor families with newborns within the five years.

Most of the civilians in Curry have enough rations to survive until next spring, and most of those who really can't survive live in the fringes of Curry's outer city, similar to slums.

If the temple distributes relief food, it is usually sent here.

These slums are like scabies on a depilated dog, rubbed together in such a mess, and the people living here are all low-class people without serious occupations, those blood-licking killers, punks, thieves, liars, human traffickers, Old women, down-and-out warriors and so on.

They are the poorest people in Curry. Every early spring, when the ice and snow melt, the city magistrate will go to the slums to count the death toll. The number is astonishing.If a baby is born in the winter in a slum, he/she may be abandoned.

Curry is a large city with a population of nearly 10, not including slaves and foreign business groups.If slaves are counted, the city has nearly 15 people.

But in a big city with 15 people, no more than [-] babies can survive each year. These young lives will die for various reasons, and food shortage is only one of the most insignificant reasons.

"Children are most afraid of fever." Menis said.

Persistent fever is something that many children have to experience. People call high fever a "prediction letter from the god of the underworld", and it kills a large number of children every year.

Yunze immediately made a lot of antipyretics suitable for all ages. In fact, the ingredients are some common Chinese herbal medicines, but after they are made with skills, they have that unscientific effect.

He deposited the medicine in several temples, and then asked people to go door-to-door to inform that if someone in the family had a fever, and the temperature was very high, they could go to the nearby temple to apply for the medicine.There will be priests who will come to deliver medicine on the same day without charging any fees.

But remember, this medicine is not 100%. In addition, don’t take medicine if you are not sick, and don’t take medicine if you are not right. It is useless.

In addition to delivering medicine, he also prepared the relief food that he was going to give away.There are nearly [-] families that have children born within the past five years, and the children survive and need to be raised, and the families are very difficult.

The housemaid rushed to make a thousand sacks, using up all the common linen the family had in store.Then use the seal of the flying eagle to stamp the logo of the temple, and Menis said that those little bastards would not dare to snatch it.And he will let the young monks in the temple deliver it door to door, accompanied by guards to prevent others from snatching the cart full of food.

He put ten catties of dried beans in each bag, five catties of finely ground wheat flour without wheat bran, and a small piece of bacon: "Be sure to tell them that the wheat flour is for children, and other food is for children." My lord. If anyone eats a child's food, break his legs."

The faces of the few young monks who were entrusted with the important task turned red, and they responded one after another.

Five catties of wheat flour would not be worth much to an adult, but to a child, it might be life-saving food.He even distributed some beans and bacon, hoping that those parents would not be greedy, and would not arbitrarily deprive the child of his life, even if the child was born by them.

In fact, Yunze was too worried. Those who persisted in not giving up or abandoning their children are all parents who really love their children. As long as there is a glimmer of hope, they still hope that their children can survive this winter.

Anticipating Yunze's reaction, Menis concealed some information. In fact, many children died in the ice and snow, just like the one that appeared on the roadside that day.

Bullock carts drove out of the gate one by one, with deep ruts imprinted on the snowy road.This time the convoy went in the opposite direction to the usual direction, going to the most remote slum in Curry.Different young monks headed towards the slums in all directions with their own carts.

The slums are in the outermost corners of the outer city, where farmers, thieves, and prostitutes who have lost their land live.It is different from other places. There are not so neat houses. They are all small mounds covered with yellow grass and yellow earth walls below. Some places are damaged and can only be blocked with wooden boards.

In winter, the slums are as quiet as if there is no one there. They don't have good cold protection measures, and they don't have enough wood, so the family huddles together, leaning on a small fire, hugging each other to keep warm.

A broken clay pot was placed on the fire, and there was boiling bean soup like water. There was no seasoning in it, just bean soup as thin as water.This is their food for a day.Without a warm house, warm clothes, and insufficient food to heat the body, one may die at any time. This is the daily life in the slums in winter.

Every spring, many people are found here who have died for a long time, from the cold, from carbon monoxide poisoning, and from starvation.

Everyone has long been familiar with it.The dead will be cleared out quickly and thrown outside Curry City, where they may be taken away by hungry beasts.If several members of the family died, the poor people would take away the broken crock pots and clothes worn by the dead, and the dilapidated house would soon have a new owner.

And the new owner will repeat the life of the previous owner in the following winter.

"These dogs are really lucky." The young monk sitting in the car spat out a date stone, and he said a little angrily, "His Royal Highness gave these bedbugs something, and they couldn't even sell themselves. His Highness the Son of God is so kind, he may have been deceived by these dogs."

Most of these young monks are the children of temple girls. Their fathers are unknown, their status is low, and they will never be able to become official priests in their lifetime.But because he grew up in the temple and saw many high-ranking officials and nobles, the end of his inferiority complex is arrogance, and he has a completely different face in front of the powerful and in front of the poor.

This little monk with a round face is typical of them.He knew some punks on the street, who used the authority of the temple to do their best in front of those with little influence, and subdued themselves in front of those with real power.

He knew the existence of the Son of God very early on, but those who could serve the Son of God were excellent guards and maids selected by various temples. With his status, even running errands was not enough.Unexpectedly, he would have such good luck today, to come before the Son of God in person, to listen to his orders, and to be stuffed with a bag of dates by him, what an honor it is.

Ah, the Son of God is really beautiful.He is still so kind, so gentle, and his voice is so nice.

The little monk reminisced about everything about the Son of God, and suddenly thought of the Son of God calling him to wait for someone to come over for the sake of these little bugs in the slums. He felt a little unwilling, especially jealous.Who are they, worthy of His Royal Highness the Son of God to condescend to ask?Send so many things out?

His heart was on fire with jealousy.

But he didn't dare not to listen. Those who followed the ox cart were all slave soldiers recruited by His Royal Highness Shenzi. After raising each of them for more than a month, they were all so fat and strong that they were not easy to mess with.If they dared to disobey the Son of God's order, they might not even be punished, and these slave soldiers would kill them with their knives at hand.

While the young monk was thinking wildly, the first family arrived and the ox cart stopped.

The young monk knocked on a wooden door with air leaks. It was dark inside, and a thin man came out.

The house is small, and the scene inside can be seen at a glance.A small, washbasin-sized fire, surrounded by several people, there are two old men with gray hair, a woman with a child in her arms, and a half-grown girl.

In addition, there is not even a decent bed in this room, it is really barren.

The man shivered and tightly wrapped his clothes that were like rags, with a frightened expression: "Master, sir?"

The little monk impatiently handed him a burlap bag: "His Royal Highness, I will give you something. This bag contains wheat flour for your two children. There are also these dried beans and this piece of bacon. These are for you. Sharing food for everyone is a gift from His Highness the Son of God, and you don't need to pay any price, but you must obey, and you must not eat the food given to the child."

The man had heard that Curry had a god son, but he had never seen the god son. Why did the god son send them food?But on the bag is clearly the flying eagle of the temple.

The poorer the people, the more they stay away from the temple, and the more they respect the gods.The man didn't have any doubts, he took it carefully, wanted to thank the other party for the reward, but couldn't think of anything nice to say, finally got the courage to raise his head and was ready to say thank you, he didn't want the man to leave, the ox cart also left, covered by snow Many traces were left on the road.

"What are you doing? Are you going to fight again next year?" The old man inside had bad ears. He thought he was going to be recruited into the army or the Death Squad, his face wrinkled.