Many people were like this. They had the heart, but they didn't have the ability. Who could take care of so many refugees? If they could give out some food at this time, it could be considered as sending charcoal in snowy weather.
The reason why these refugees were able to survive until here was actually because of the kindness of some cities, allowing them to receive some relief and continue on their journey.
After all, in this world, there were bad people and good people as well.
"Eat porridge, eat porridge, I'm so hungry …" Ye Lang suddenly realized that he hadn't eaten for a long time. Now that such a porridge was placed in front of him, he naturally had to go over and eat it.
Ye Lang was never picky about food, because his mother said that wasting food would incur the wrath of the heavens, it was a sin. Of course, this mother was from his original world.
Long Anqi didn't know any of this. She was a princess, and although she might be different, she wouldn't worry about food, so she wouldn't have that kind of awareness.
Ye Lang ran to the place where the porridge was distributed, took a bowl of porridge, and started to drink it. At this time, although he was wearing good clothes, he was covered in dust along the way and had contact with some people, so he looked like a refugee. The only difference was that his clothes were still intact, while the refugees' clothes were somewhat damaged.
On the way, Ye Lang had saved a few refugees who were on the verge of death. With his medical skills, it was naturally not a problem for him to treat them. This also let everyone know that the young master they were following was also a doctor. However, they did not know the extent of this young master's medical skills.
And at this time, looking at Ye Lang drinking porridge, many people felt uncomfortable in their hearts.
If Ye Lanyu and the others, especially Zhen Xiaoyan, saw this, who knew if they would cry. They had always treated Ye Lang as a treasure, and Zhen Xiaoyan had prepared the best food for him every day. Now, he actually had to suffer like this.
To them, Ye Lang eating this porridge was a kind of bitterness, a bitterness that they couldn't accept.
However, this was also a porridge that saved lives. How many people wanted to eat it but didn't have the chance? It was just that Ye Lang was a little different, he didn't need to suffer this pain.
"Young master, how can you drink this …" Someone said with some heartache. His heart ached that Ye Lang actually had to eat the porridge given to the refugees like him.
And this was all because he and these people had distributed all of his food to him.
"Can't I drink it? But I'm hungry … "Ye Lang held the bowl of porridge. He was a little puzzled. He didn't understand why he couldn't drink it. Wasn't this something that anyone could drink?
It was obvious that he had made a mistake and thought that he was not allowed to eat the bowl of porridge.
"No, it's not that we can't, it's just that …" At this moment, the refugees were no longer able to express their thoughts, and could not find the words to explain the situation.
When they heard Ye Lang say that he was hungry, they realized that ever since Ye Lang met them, he had not eaten anything. However, they had never noticed this.
"Young master, it isn't that we aren't allowing you to drink, but rather, you should be eating better food. You shouldn't drink this with us." The dark and skinny man said.
"It's alright, anything that can fill one's stomach is good. However, this porridge reminds me of a saying …" Ye Lang shook his head after finishing the porridge.
"What is it?" Everyone was puzzled.
"The chopsticks float, the head falls to the ground," Ye Lang said.
“？？ What do you mean? "The dark and skinny man's hoarse voice rang out, asking this question on behalf of everyone else.
"This is a story. It was also an era of famine. The imperial court set up a porridge factory to distribute porridge for disaster relief. However, there were some porridge factories that made porridge that was like clear soup. Hence, the supervising official became angry and ordered that if the chopsticks could float up from the porridge, then the responsible official would be beheaded," Ye Lang said as he looked at the porridge.
"Understood." Everyone understood and also understood why Ye Lang would think of this. Although the porridge in front of them was considered porridge, it was extremely thin.
At this moment, the person who distributed the porridge did not say anything. From his eyes, everyone could see a kind of anger, but he did not dare to say anything.
"It's better than nothing. What other requests does a group of refugees have?" The person who had spoken arrogantly earlier continued. At the same time, he looked at the group with disdain. "Young master? Hmph, a young master among the lowly commoners … "
These people had also noticed the way everyone addressed Ye Lang. They did not understand why there would be someone among them who would be called a young master. It was as if they were joking with them.
Looking at Ye Lang's clothes, they were even more certain of this.
At this moment, Little Rui was still among the crowd. This was because Ye Lang had not controlled her to come out. Otherwise, these people might believe that Ye Lang was a young master, and a young master with an extraordinary status.
Little Rui was well protected by Ye Lang. She was spotless. Anyone who saw her would think that she was a young lady from a noble family.
"You dare to insult the young master!" The group of people were furious. They would not allow anyone to be disrespectful to Ye Lang, especially when they were so touched that they were in a complete mess.
“？ He's not insulting you? "Ye Lang said in confusion." Didn't he just call you lowly commoners? "
"… …"
Hey, hey, young master, could it be that you couldn't hear it?
"Forget it. You guys should drink the porridge here first. Don't waste food," Ye Lang said to the crowd. Although he did not mind spending some money to buy better food, he could not waste so much porridge here.
It was still the same saying, wasting food was not good.
The people nearby were also the refugees who had starved. They also agreed on this point, so they were prepared to eat the porridge first. When they had the strength, they would settle the score with these people.
In an instant, over a thousand people finished all the porridge …
At this time, the arrogant person from before clapped his hands and prepared to return to the city. Because he had completed today's mission, he did not need to sit here and be exposed to the wind and sun. He seemed to look down on Ye Lang and the others with disdain.
Following that, Ye Lang said something that made him stop …
"Enter the city."
What? Enter the city? Did I hear wrongly? These lowly commoners actually wanted to enter the city? That person stopped and looked at Ye Lang with some surprise. He saw that Ye Lang's face did not seem to have any change in expression. He was very calm, as if he was saying something very ordinary.
That's right, it was a very ordinary matter. To Ye Lang, this was very normal.
"Stop! You can't enter the city. Didn't you hear what I said just now?" That small city official shouted. In theory, he should be an official. Although he might be a small official, he was still an official.
And from his attitude just now, it was very obvious that this small official belonged to the kind of people who looked down on others. To be more precise, he looked down on commoners, let alone refugees like Ye Lang.
Of course, if Ye Lang came alone, then this attitude would be completely different.
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