I am a boss in the Three Kingdoms [System]

After being asked to donate money and food for disaster relief, Zhao Zhong also became ill with anger.

Perhaps it was because the money was paid by Zhao Zhong alone. Zhang Rang felt a little better when he heard about it. His head didn't hurt anymore, his chest didn't feel tight, and his appetite improved, so he could get up and take two steps.

Zhao Zhong used to laugh at him for being stupid, boasting that he could deal with Mi Ren with a little trickery, but now he is shooting himself in the foot with a rock, making people laugh for a while.

It's just that after taking pleasure in others' misfortune, Zhang Rang's fear of Mi Yan arose in his heart, which made people even more headache.

When Mi Yan first came to Beijing, no one took him seriously, thinking that he was a kid who could be played with casually.Now he is deeply favored by the emperor, and even has a tendency to surpass them.

No, they can no longer be indifferent and go their own way.We must unite with the other ten permanent attendants to get rid of Mi Ren as soon as possible.

Two days after the edict was issued, Zhao Zhong still wanted to play tricks and refused to pay.

Even if he is very rich, he is not willing to spend so much money at all. It has nothing to do with him whether those untouchables live or die.It's just that in the end, I was forced to suppress the desire to vomit blood and convert it into rice, corn, wheat and beans, and sent the housekeeper to make it up.

In his other village, old rice, millet, wheat, and beans are moved out by carts.Half of it is good, and the other half is moldy and can no longer be eaten by the disaster victims.

Mi Yan sent troops to open the truckloads for inspection, returned the moldy parts to him, and asked him to hand over the remaining money and food.Zhao Zhong still didn't want it, so he bought it from other servants at a low price, and emptied all the Chen Gu in the inventory of the ten servants.

How unbelievable.

They would rather pile up the millet in the warehouse to rot and mold, and they are not willing to take out a little bit to help the victims.In their eyes, a person's life is not as important as a handful of rice beans!

Xun Yu has been busy with Mi Ren for several days, the more he understands, the more desperate he becomes.

It turns out that the national treasury is not empty, nor is the country poor, but has been emptied by dozens of moths right under our noses!But its owner took the moths as good friends and indulged in the joy brought by the moths fawning on him!

The disaster relief plan is temporarily divided into two parts.

The first part is to deal with the victims who are still on the road and keep coming to Jingluo.

Mi Ren ordered the army to escort most of the food and medicinal herbs to counties around Jingluo.He has ordered the local government to stop the victims who have not arrived in Jingluo and discourage them from returning to their hometowns.

If the victims are unwilling to disperse, they will be given dry food to guide them back to their hometowns.When they return to the village, the local government will distribute the seeds so that they can replant the fields to ensure their livelihood in the future.

The second part is to deal with the victims around Jingluo, and the method is roughly the same as the first part.

However, between these two groups of people, there are still many old, weak, sick and disabled who are unable to travel and need to be properly resettled by the government.

As the commander of the disaster relief operation, Mi Ren quickly issued a series of orders to arrange all departments in an orderly manner.Because there is no one else to intervene, the army works from top to bottom, and the effect is very significant.

However, in just ten days, the situation in Jingluo has been completely brought under control.

The outskirts of the city gates that were once blocked and crowded have now been restored to their original state.Most of the able-bodied victims had returned to their hometowns with the army. Only a small number of them had to take care of the old, weak, sick and disabled. They were organized into several villages and resettled in the wild forests on the outskirts of Beijing.

The army helped them build houses and cultivate fields.Adult men and women worked with the soldiers on weekdays, while children and the elderly went to the disaster relief center to get the food they needed for daily life. If someone in the family was sick, they could also get soup and medicine.

This is the No. 11 day of disaster relief, and Xun Yu is giving porridge.Soldiers stood guard to prevent victims from looting.

Most of the grain and grass were transported to various counties and counties, and there was not enough in the capital, so the miscellaneous grain porridge was not too sticky.Everyone can receive two bowls a day, barely able to eat four or five cents full.

The victims lined up skillfully and divided quickly one by one.

Soon it was the turn of a seven or eight-year-old child.

The child was wearing a shabby blue dress, exposing his dry limbs, and was struggling to hold a large earthen jar with a gap.

Xun Yu recognized him.

Chatting with others the day before yesterday, I learned that this child originally came from a rich farmer's family, so he didn't have to worry about life, but the sudden drought caused all the fields in his hometown to fail to harvest.After eating the surplus food, he and his clan were forced to leave their hometown in search of food.

Because the surrounding government initially rejected the victims, they could only trek across mountains and rivers towards Jingluo.They walked through mountains and rivers, dizzy from hunger, and their feet were bloody from grinding; they were attacked by wolves and managed to escape, and their clansmen fell ill one by one...

Nowadays, most of the villages with hundreds of people are scattered, and he and his sick mother depend on each other.

And such encounters are not rare.

These ragged victims clustered outside Jingluo City each had their own misery and pain.

The child's big black eyes were full of longing for rice porridge, Xun Yu looked at it, and couldn't help giving him another spoonful.

He smiled gently: "Go back and be with your mother."

A flash of surprise flashed across the child's eyes, and he said a few words of "ahhh" in joy, as if thanking Xun Yu.

The child is dumb and cannot speak.But his eyes are dark and bright, and his thin face is filled with a kind of light called hope, which makes people feel happy when they see it.

Xun Yu couldn't help but bent down and patted the child's head, watching him run back quickly.He couldn't run too slowly, he would have to clean the crock pot later to get the soup and bring it back to his mother.

Xun Yu looked at the back of the child going away, with a gentle smile in his eyes.

He was busy up and down, tired and thinner, but his eyes were still bright.

He looked at the long queue of victims and saw joy and peace in their eyes. For some reason, he remembered the appearance of these victims on the first day.

They surrounded the outside of the capital, their eyes were dull and their faces were insensitive, like walking corpses, Xun Yu was terrified to see them.

Fortunately, they are completely different now.There was life on their faces, and there was hope in their eyes.

Xun Yu's heavy heart finally relaxed.

Seeing that the porridge was almost done today, he staggered away from the flow of people and walked into the woods beside him, wanting to breathe some fresh air for a while.

Perhaps on a whim, he went a little deeper.There are six guards by his side, so there will be no mistakes.

There is a wind blowing.

The breeze in early September was already a little chilly, blowing on people's faces, making their lips and cheeks a little stiff.

It was nothing at all, but the strange thing is that there seems to be some alluring fragrance in the wind, and it leaves no trace when everyone sniffs it carefully.

Xun Yu hesitated for a moment, then walked along where the wind came from.

The closer you get, the stronger the fragrance becomes.Xun Yu could smell it clearly, it was the smell of meat.

Before he could think of anything, he saw a fire not far away.There was no one around, only a crock pot with a gap in it, and a few pieces of tattered, familiar blue fabric.

There was also a pool of blood, as if something had been boiled.

There is an extremely hidden cave behind the fire, Xun Yu would not have been able to find it if not for the guidance of the scent.Thinking about it, someone secretly hid in the cave, enjoying this rare delicacy.

...But they have already eaten up everything within a radius of a hundred miles, and none of them slipped through the net. Where did the meat come from?

A pair of bright black eyes appeared in front of his eyes, and terrible conjectures appeared in Xun Yu's mind.

In that instant, a chill spread from the soles of his feet along the meridians throughout his body, causing him to tremble uncontrollably.

"They," he said with difficulty, "are they..." cannibalism?

He couldn't finish his sentence.Something as rough as sand and gravel was pressing on his heart and straddling his throat, making every word he uttered painful.

The guards stopped him, not wanting him to watch this sinister scene: "Mr. Xun, let's go back."

Xun Yu felt like falling into an ice cave, bitingly cold.

He didn't know where the strength came from, so he stretched out his hand and pushed away the attendant standing in front of him and said sharply: "Get out of the way, I have to see what they are eating!"

……

It was a moment after Mi Yan received the news.

He immediately put down the work at hand, took a pot of water, and followed his attendants to the scene of the incident.

The conflict is over.Five attendants drew out their sharp knives and formed a circle to guard the men inside; the three honest-looking and messy men squatted under the knives with their necks curled up and looked at them pitifully.

Mi Yan only took a glance, then looked away, and waved them to bring him back for investigation.

Soon there was only peace in the forest.Only the undissipated smell quietly proved what evil deeds these men had done here.

Xun Yu was holding on to the big tree and vomited faintly.

Mi Yan sighed, walked over to caress his slightly thin back: "How are you, Wen Ruo?"

Xun Yu waved his hand.Just as he was about to speak, another nausea flooded his throat, making him spit out all the sour water in his stomach.

Mi Yan handed him warm water: "Rinse your mouth first, then drink some."

Xun Yu obediently complied.

He couldn't spit out anything now, he could only lean against the tree trunk palely and weakly to make him feel better.

Mi Yan waited for a while before saying: "Let's go back first, let's talk about other things later."

Xun Yu suddenly raised his head when he heard the words.He grabbed Mi Yan's coat with one hand, and pointed at the burning fire with the other.

"...They are eating people, they are eating people!" His eyes were red, and he repeated these words over and over again, "They are eating people!"

"They said they were extremely hungry, so they picked up a corpse to eat, but the earthen jar clearly belonged to that child, and the pieces of cloth belonged to him too!"

"He's just a child! He's a real person! He's a very clever child! His mother is still waiting for him at home!"

Xun Yu clenched his clothes tightly and let the tears flow down: "I should have come here earlier, if I could have come earlier, that child would not have died!"

The stimulation he received was too great, which made him feel deeply guilty at this moment and couldn't extricate himself.

Of course he had read history books, and knew that in the first year of the famine, there was an evil event called "changing sons to eat", and the four words "cold and cold" described a terrible act of cannibalism.But at that time, what my eyes saw was just these four cold words, so I just skipped them.

It's completely different from seeing it with your own eyes.

Disasters descended from heaven to punish the Han Dynasty.But among the traitors in the imperial court who really deserved to be punished, which one received a single bit of punishment, and wasn't all of them received by the common people in this world?

But how innocent are the people, and how innocent are children?Why is it that there are wicked people doing evil, but in the end they are allowed to endure all these sufferings? !

This is the injustice of the heavens, the injustice of the world, and the injustice of the rule of the Han Dynasty!

At this moment, the young man who had always been eager to do his best to support the Han Dynasty questioned his ideal for the first time.He pulled out the long sword that Mi Yan was wearing, and shouted hoarsely towards the palace: "The Han Dynasty is not just, traitors don't die! I will kill them with my own hands, and avenge these innocent people who died!"

What answered him was a quick and accurate hand knife, and a warm chest when he was unconscious.