Yingchuan is 800 miles away from Dongjun.

Dong'a is at the eastmost point of Dongjun, with a span of more than 200 miles east-west. It is a thousand miles away, and Mo Feng and his party ride a fast horse, it may take at least several days to get to Dong'a.

At this time, a few fast horses were moving forward on the desolate official road.

Looking at the exposed bones on both sides of the road from time to time, Mo Feng and others also had serious faces. Some of these bones were unburied, and some were dug out by wild dogs and wolves.

As for the official road, there were many people walking northeast, and they supported each other in groups of three or three. They saw them staggering, pale and thin, and their eyes were slightly concave. I'm afraid they hadn't eaten for a long time.

"Lord, I'll go and give them some food." Zhao Yun let go of his fist and looked at Mo Feng for advice.

"No, the entire Han Dynasty, millions of people are in dire straits. Even if you can save a hundred and a thousand people, how can you save a hundred and a million? Speed ​​up the time to get the person as soon as possible. I want to enter the palace to meet the saint and ask the emperor to allocate disaster relief rations to alleviate the disaster." Mo Feng raised his hand and refused directly.

Mo Feng knew that in the situation of these people, there were tens of thousands of people in the entire Han Dynasty, so how could he provide relief to him one by one? His most urgent task was to revitalize the disaster relief funds from the reign of the court, so as to support him in the autumn harvest.

There is still about a month left before the autumn harvest. During this period, he must ask the emperor to allocate the food payment, otherwise this winter will probably be a nightmare for millions of people.

Thinking of this, Mo Feng had to build a factory first to start the manufacturing of clothes and bedding, otherwise the displaced refugees would inevitably freeze to death and in the wilderness.

After listening to Mo Feng's words, Xun Yu's eyes became more firm, but Guo Jia raised his head and drank a sip of wine freely.

For Xun Yu, he values ​​the life and death of the people very much. Guo Jia does not care too much. After all, birth, old age, sickness and death are the norm, and he just wants to live freely and freely.

"Hold!" With a swing of the whip, Mo Feng's war horse ran wildly under his crotch, raising a piece of sand and soil.

After a while, around the evening, the horse under Mo Feng's crotch was already exhausted, and his speed dropped at this time.

"Lord, Zhongmu County is ahead. Although the people of the world are suffering, we are already exhausted from war horses under our crotch. Why not go to the city to find a rest overnight? We are on the way early the next morning?" Guo Jia leaned over and spoke in a deep voice.

Mo Feng glanced at the war horse under his crotch, pondered for a moment, and then said, "Well, don't rush for a moment, then go to the city to rest overnight and be on the way the next day."

As he said that, everyone ordered the war horses to rush straight to the county town not far away.

Zhongmu County, such as Sili territory.

The city of Zhongmu County is short, but it gives people a new feeling.

I saw that the entrance to the city gate seemed orderly, and the soldiers guarding the gate did not bully the weak. More importantly, not far from the city gate, there were two porridge sheds to give porridge. In the chaotic times, food was the most important. It was really surprising that there was porridge here.

"Lord, you see that those who enter the city here are all at ease. I think the county magistrate here should have some talent. Being able to manage Zhongmu County in such orderly in troubled times is enough to show that this person has the ability to control a county or even a state." Xun Yu stroked his beard at this time and spoke in a deep voice.

Listening to Xun Yu's words, Mo Feng couldn't help but be a little surprised.

Who is Xun Yu? The three domestic affairs are definitely the best. Even if they have not been polished yet, they should not be underestimated. But at this time, he took the initiative to praise the county magistrate here, and thought that there is indeed something extraordinary.

Nodding, Mo Feng turned over and got off the horse and walked straight towards the porridge shed, and Xun Yu and Guo Jia followed closely behind.

When I stepped forward, I suddenly felt a burst of dissatisfaction and clamor. However, the few people were dressed gorgeously, but they didn't seem to be fighting for porridge with them.

"I want to eat porridge and queue up in the back." The old butler who made porridge didn't raise his head. He has seen many such things.

"Uh!" Mo Feng smiled, then looked over and saw that there was only a thin layer of rice in the wooden barrel, and the rest were rice soup. Such a bowl of rice porridge was probably a little better than drinking water, and could barely prolong their lives.

Of course, these porridges are life-saving straws for these people. Mo Feng did not blame them. Nowadays, there are people who can send porridge in troubled times and be kind and righteous.

"Can you give me a bowl?" Mo Feng said suddenly.

After saying that, Zhao Yun wanted to speak, but was interrupted by Mo Feng. As for the old man who made the porridge, he looked up at Mo Feng and then spoke: "Young man, this porridge is not for you, the children of the big clan, so don't take advantage of the chaos."

"If you can't even bear these hardships, let alone save the people of the world?" Mo Feng smiled freely, and his eyebrows were filled with a convincing atmosphere.

Looking at Mo Feng's expression, the old man hesitated for a while, and took a pottery bowl and made him a bowl of thin porridge.

Taking the pottery bowl and looking at the few grains of rice in the pottery bowl, Mo Feng smiled miserably, and then started drinking in front of everyone.

After a few bites, a bowl of rice porridge as thin as water was eaten, Mo Feng walked straight into the city without stopping.

In place, Xun Yu and Guo Jia looked at each other, and their eyes were a little firm. Today, there are countless people who don’t eat meat, but Mo Feng did not disappoint them in the end.

In a blink of an eye, in Zhongmu County.

The road seemed depressed, and the hawkers who were originally hawking were nowhere to be seen.

There is nothing else. Because the war has caused the currency to depreciate seriously, the only thing that maintains its value is probably food, so no one will do these useless work anymore.

After walking for a while, except for a few grain stores, other stores have already closed.

In just a few moments, an ancient inn.

The waiter inside was almost asleep, and the whole store seemed depressed. There were no one in the room with more than 20 tables, and few people could afford to eat wine, meat and vegetables.

It is even said that the inn owner wants to close the door and business.

The waiter suddenly hangs his head, then wakes up and wants to close his eyes and doze off again. In a daze, he seems to see a group of people entering the store.

Suddenly, he jumped up from the stool with a loud sound, waved his hand and took off his shoulder rag and smiled: "A few objectives, are you trying to play the top or staying in a hotel?"

As he said that, the waiter was rubbing the table with a little gray rag.

"Stay in a hotel," Zhao Yun took out a piece of broken gold from his arms and said, "Go and feed a few horses at the door. Remember to put some night grass in the evening. Also, get some delicious food and drink in your store."

Looking at the broken gold, the waiter's eyes lit up in an instant, and he quickly took over and nodded and bowed, and then said, "You guys, objectively, sit first, the food is here."
Chapter completed!