General, your bun is here!

Most of the refugees outside the city were concentrated outside the west gate. Zhang Xiaoqiu and others went out of Xiyang Gate, and they saw Dali Temple Qing Song Yuan waiting at the gate. It was Zhang Xiaoqiu who ordered people to come and guard here early.It's just that he didn't expect that there was an old acquaintance of Maoji standing next to Song Yuan - Zhu Wu.

Maoji flew over happily, and patted his younger brother Zhu Wu's chest to express his welcome.It is amazing to say that this Zhu Wu is the only one who can understand the language of chickens besides Zhang Xiaoqiu's family of three. It's just that Zhu Wu's own explanation is even more bizarre, saying that he can understand the language of animals since he was a child. Talking is very simple, and some simple voices express some meanings. It is really rare that Maoji talks so much and is so fresh.

However, he never told others that he could hear animals talking. Naturally, others did not know the special features of Maoji, and he automatically classified Maoji's unusualness as that of his idol Zhang Xiaoqiu.

Zhang Xiaoqiu looked at Zhu Wu, and then at Song Yuan, with obvious doubts in his eyes. Song Yuan stepped forward and saluted, "See the queen. There have been rumors about Zhu Wu and Xia Guandao since Beijing, he Spontaneously took someone to find the source of the rumors, but found that it had something to do with the refugee camp outside the city, so today the officials brought him here."

Several people got into a broad carriage, Zhang Xiaoqiu looked at Zhu Wu suspiciously, "What did you find?"

Zhu Wu hadn't seen Zhang Xiaoqiu for a long time. For him, seeing each other every day was like three autumns. Even in the past, with the help of Maoji, he could occasionally have a meal and drink tea with his idol. But now he was still very excited inside, his face turned into a tomato in an instant, and he couldn't turn his words, Song Yuan sneered inaudibly from the side.

"Back to the empress, empress empress, since hearing the rumors, the grassroots have been very angry, and they have led people around to investigate the source. Now the refugees are gathered outside the city, and the rich and wealthy in Beijing are giving out porridge. I want to show my face. I don’t want to find out that this rumor started from the refugee camp outside the west gate, and it spread the most viciously.”

Zhang Xiaoqiu nodded. The chicken was so excited that its entire body stood on Zhu Wu's shoulders. The weight of the chicken is really objective now. Caught off guard, Zhu Wu fell onto the carriage in one fell swoop. , Several people laughed "puchi".Zhu Wu wailed, "Brother, why have you grown so much recently?!"

The Ximen refugee camp is about six or seven miles away from Xiyangmen, and it takes a little more time to get there.At this time, it is Chen time (7-9 o'clock), the sun is rising high, and it is the time for many sheds to give alms porridge.

Looking around, a circle of sheds is in an arc shape outside the city gate, with a ribbon floating on the top, on which is either written a surname, or a title or official title, or a family crest.But the refugee camp is a hundred paces away from the camp. There are about four or five rows, and each row is very large. There are many refugees crowded in piles, all in ragged clothes, yellow and emaciated, and children crying endlessly.

Probably, in the face of this kind of natural disaster, the most shocking thing is not people's ragged clothes and emaciated bodies, but the gray and hopeless expressions on their faces, because of hunger, epidemic disease, and death. Always a saddest thing.The displacement of a person is the misery in a person's heart, and the displacement of a group is the most sensitive string that can be easily plucked by everyone.

There are so many refugees crowded into a pile, unable to keep up with nutrition and hygiene, they are the most likely to get sick, and after getting sick, one by one and then one by one, the weak are extremely vulnerable to being overwhelmed.

Looking at the refugee camp, Zhang Xiaoqiu was filled with unspeakable feelings. Thinking of so many people being displaced, he lived in the Imperial Palace and had the best food, and the responsibility he should bear as the Queen of Cangxuan Kingdom , nothing made him feel more obvious than at this moment.

When he thought that he came to visit because of the rumors circulating and heard Zhu Wu's words, he felt unspeakably ashamed.

The feather chicken floated on Zhang Xiaoqiu's shoulder, raised its claws and pointed to a white tent not far away, and saw a long line of refugees in front of it, and asked, "Why are there more people in front of that tent than other places?"

The ribbon of Situ Yin's mansion was floating on the top of the tent, and the person standing in front of the big pot serving porridge was Yin Wan, the eldest lady of the Yin family in white plain clothes.

Zhu Wu told several people about the news he had recently received, "This Miss Yin's family comes to give porridge to these refugees almost every day, and she also brings several carts of medicinal materials. The refugees here regard her as a living Bodhisattva! Obviously the things that my family donated It’s no less than her family’s, but she’s not going to buy people’s hearts.”

Maoji said nonchalantly, "No matter what you say, he is doing good deeds. You are clearly envious and jealous!"

Zhu Wu rubbed his nose. He just felt that the young lady of the Yin family was not as kind-hearted as those refugees said. Once when he was exploring the surroundings with a servant, he happened to meet the young lady of the Yin family getting on the carriage and returning home. I heard her maid muttering indignantly there, "Miss, those refugees are so dirty! Why do you still come here every day!"

The eldest lady of the Yin family just gave the maid a cold look and didn't say anything.It is said that servant Xiao is the master, to have such a maid, he doesn't think that Miss Yin's family is so good!But his elder brother Maoji had already said that about him, and he was too embarrassed to bring out these small intestines, so he shrank behind Song Yuan with an aggrieved expression on his face.

This Song Yuan could only hear the twittering of the chicken, so he couldn't understand what it was saying, but when he saw Zhu Wu talking seriously to a chicken, he felt that Zhu Wu was really a bit dumb.However, seeing that the idiot was a bit frosty, he couldn't bear it, and stood up and said, "There is something suspicious about what Zhu Wu said. After all, the rumors came from the refugee camp, and the special place in it is naturally Doubt is required."

Zhu Wu blinked his big round eyes and looked at Song Yuan in a daze. He didn't expect that Master Song, who looked a little scared, would speak for him. He heard the conversation and found the steps for him!

Song Yuan only felt that the eyes behind him were direct and hot, as if it had been so cold and frosty for so many years, he felt a little uncomfortable for the first time.However, Zhu Wu, as the president of Zhang Xiaoqiu's fan support club and Zhang Xiaoqiu's number one hardcore younger brother, has a close relationship with Maoji, and knows a lot of gossip, such as how tall and heavy the ball has grown , when did the first deciduous teeth grow, and when Maoji secretly heard Zhang Xiaoqiu and Xuanming, um, um, what Zhang Xiaoqiu likes to eat, what he likes to wear, what is his catchphrase, these gossip In the brain-dead fan circle headed by Zhu Wu, it is really popular and popular.

Zhu Wu's father is rich and powerful, and he is an unprincipled spoiled child. He has booked a good private room for him in Tianqing Pavilion all the year round. The importance of the support club is divided according to the degree of love for Zhang Xiaoqiu and the degree of knowledge of the gossip. It is a proper second place, and a lot of news has to be translated by Zhu Wu before everyone knows it.

And this Song Yuan is a huge hidden fan of Zhang Xiaoqiu.

This is what Zhu Wu later told Maoji and Maoji later told Zhang Xiaoqiu.When Zhang Xiaoqiu came back to think about it, he thought of Song Yuan's investigation of the Queen's case and the violation of Sima Ling'er's matter.But thinking that such a powerful Dali Siqing is also his fan, he really felt a little elated. When talking to Xuanming at night, he said a few more words, Mr. Song is just as powerful as he looks at it, blah blah blah. The result was merciless repression.

Xuanming tried his best to make him say all kinds of embarrassing words, such as his family's husband is the most powerful in the world, the most beautiful, etc. Although he always thought so in his heart, he was forced to say it on the bed. It was really embarrassing to come out.

It is precisely because of this that Song Yuan was familiar with Zhu Wuman before, and often asked Zhu Wu for various gossip, and spent his spare time hanging out in Tianqing Pavilion.It's a pity that because of his status as the Minister of Dali Temple, he always feels a kind of embarrassment, which usually doesn't show it, but in the eyes of Zhu Wu, the number one hardcore, it is exposed and invisible.

It's a pity that Zhu Wu's brain cell structure is simpler than that of Qiuqiu. When he saw Song Yuan, he was afraid of his sinister and cold aura, and it hasn't improved much. As he spoke, the surprise in his heart can be imagined, enough for his simple brain cells to go back and forth several times.

A few people walked around the refugee camp, and there were old, weak, women, children and skinny people in ragged clothes everywhere, looking at them with sad and numb eyes, only those eyes were black and burning fire of life.

Being watched by so many pairs of eyes, Mao Ji felt that his hair was about to explode, and hid behind Zhang Xiaoqiu in a cowardly manner.Those refugees looked at them eagerly, the begging in their eyes couldn't be more obvious, but due to Zhang Hu and several guards following behind, they didn't dare to step forward.It is no stranger to be punched and kicked by the guards behind those pretending nobles, and now it is instinctive to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages.

At this time, a little girl who seemed to be only five or six years old crawled up to Zhang Xiaoqiu, raised a hand and grabbed the corner of his clothes, and said in a weak voice, "Brother, brother, give me something to eat." !"

Zhang Xiaoqiu squatted down, looked around, and saw another woman in her thirties who was tortured by hunger and poverty in the direction of the little girl, holding a skinny and weak woman in her arms, weeping. The little baby looked at him with hope in his eyes like a will-o'-the-wisp.

The other people who looked at them seemed to be observing the situation, as if Zhang Xiaoqiu would give the little girl something, those people would swarm up, and they would have no scruples about being beaten or kicked.

Zhang Xiaoqiu touched the little girl's head, pointed to the woman and the child and asked softly, "Who are you?"

The little girl said in a weak voice, "My mother and my younger brother." Not forgetting the business, she said, "Please give me something to eat."

"Where's your father?"

The little girl seemed to think of something, and immediately choked up, "A few days ago, Daddy robbed others for food, and was beaten to death."

Zhang Xiaoqiu was excited, he beckoned Zhang Hu to come forward, whispered something in his ear, Zhang Hu nodded, and left in response, taking the little girl, her mother and younger brother along.