The eldest lady is both a doctor and a warrior, they love her so much

"Playing silent game, eh? There's no other way. Brother Xuan, let's do it!" Hua Xin folded his arms and looked at the waiter leisurely.

She had many ways to get the waiter to speak, but Hua Moxuan, who had interrogation experience, was better, so she left this opportunity to him.

"I promise to complete the task." Hua Moxuan moved his wrists and neck, making crackling sounds, then walked towards the waiter with a sly smile on his face.

The waiter then raised his head and found that there was a coldness in Hua Moxuan's eyes, and he couldn't help but feel scared.

He stammered, "What...what are you going to do?"

"What to do? Of course, I'll do something that will make you confess voluntarily."

There was suddenly a dagger in Hua Moxuan's hand. The sharp blade was cold and flashed under the candlelight, as if it could cut people's skin at any time.

The waiter's eyes widened in horror and his body involuntarily stepped back, but he was tied to a pillar and had nowhere to retreat.

He said nervously, "I...I don't know what you are talking about."

Hua Moxuan smiled slightly, put the dagger against the waiter's chin, and threatened: "Oh? Really? Then you'd better think it over before answering, otherwise you will bear the consequences."

Beads of sweat began to appear on the waiter's forehead and his lips trembled slightly.

His eyes revealed fear and despair, as if he had a premonition of what terrible thing would happen next.

Hua Moxuan continued to interrogate: "We just arrived in Feiyang City, and we didn't expect to enter a black shop. Are you trying to make money or kill people? Or are you trafficking people?"

Hua Moxuan's dagger was pressed tightly against the waiter's face, and the cold blade made the waiter feel a chill. With every word Hua Moxuan spoke, he would gently move the dagger, as if threatening to cut the waiter's skin. The dagger first slashed across the waiter's left face, then moved to his chin, and finally stopped at his carotid artery.

"Do you know the consequences of not telling me?" Hua Moxuan's voice was low and cold, full of intimidation.

"If you make a small cut here, your blood will pour down like a waterfall. Soon you will feel your eyes go black, your body will be cold, and your whole body will tremble..."

As Hua Moxuan described, the waiter's face turned pale and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

"I'll give you another chance. Tell me the truth, otherwise you will bear the consequences." Hua Moxuan's eyes were sharp, revealing an irresistible majesty.

The waiter looked at Hua Moxuan, a hint of fear and hesitation flashed in his eyes, but he still clenched his teeth and refused to speak.

Hua Moxuan frowned slightly, and moved the dagger in his hand again, this time directly against the waiter's throat.

"I'm asking you one last time, will you tell me or not?"

The waiter felt the pressure of the dagger, and his heart tightened. He finally couldn't help but beg for mercy: "I'll tell you! I'll tell you! Please don't hurt me..."

Two flowers bloom, one branch each.

When Song Guanqing was leading the Zhonglin Army to transport disaster relief grain through Wuwu, they were suddenly blocked by a group of disaster victims fleeing from the direction of Wuwu city.

There were a large number of disaster victims, led by an old man with white hair and a haggard face.

His face looked very ugly because he had not eaten for many days, but when he saw Song Guanqing and others wearing military uniforms, he still plucked up the courage to step forward.

"Sir, fellow officials, are you here to provide disaster relief?"

The old man looked at the bulging sacks on the carriage they were escorting and guessed that they should be filled with food.

Suddenly there was light in his eyes.

Bai Zhu immediately stood in front of Song Guanqing vigilantly and pulled out half of his sword as a deterrent.

Seeing this, the victims dared not approach rashly.

Song Guanqing calmly observed the surroundings and asked, "Old man, where are you from?"

The old man looked away, swallowed, and trembled as he answered, "Sir, we are all from Daqu. Because the roads were blocked by heavy snow, houses collapsed, and food was scarce, we could not wait for rescue from the government, so we had to flee south, hoping to find a way to survive."

As he spoke, his body began to sway, and he seemed to be about to faint. A woman next to him quickly supported him and explained, "This is the head of our Daqu Jiaojia Village. We are the whole village who fled together."

There are dozens of villages near the Daqu. Now only one village, Jiaojia Village, has escaped. So what about the other villages?

Did they all escape too?

Will there be a place to accommodate the disaster victims in Wuwuli?

A series of questions came to Song Guanqing's mind, causing him to fall into deep thought.

He couldn't help but start thinking about other possibilities.

If people from other villages have also escaped, where are they now?

Does it also need help and support like Jiaojia Village?

For Wu Wu, it would be a blessing if there were enough places to accommodate the victims, but what should he do if not?

The more Song Guanqing thought about it, the more complicated his thoughts became.

He realized the seriousness of the problem and decided to find out more about it.

So he turned around and asked the old man, "Did you encounter any refugees from other places on your way here?"

The old man nodded and replied, "Yes, we plan to settle down in Wuwu, but some people will stay in Daqu City."

Hearing this, Song Guanqing's heart sank.

It appears that refugees from other villages have also fled their homes in search of safety.

This may put more pressure on Wu Wu, and he must come up with a better solution.

Song Guanqing frowned, thought for a moment, and said to Bai Shu: "Arrange people to count the population, check the household registration, and distribute food according to the number of people!"

Bai Zhu was stunned, obviously not expecting Song Guanqing to make such a decision.

He asked hesitantly, "Master, are you just going to distribute the food like this?"

Song Guanqing smiled slightly and explained, "It was originally disaster relief food. It can be distributed directly to them through the local government or directly. The latter is more direct. And I estimate that these disaster relief grains are far from enough. We have to think about whether there is a way to solve the problem on the spot."

Song Guanqing was fully aware of the severity of the disaster. He knew that the existing relief grain alone might not be able to meet the needs of all the victims.

Therefore, he decided to distribute food directly to ensure that every disaster-stricken citizen could receive timely assistance.

At the same time, he was also clearly aware that more resources and methods were needed to completely resolve this disaster.

At this moment, Song Guanqing remembered Hua Xin's space.

He knew that Hua Xin still had a large amount of food stored in her space. This was something they had discussed before so that she could handle it flexibly according to the actual situation.

Thinking of this, he felt a little relieved and believed that as long as everyone worked together, they would be able to overcome the current difficulties.