At the beginning, I saved a little mute

Li Qingfeng exclaimed.

"What's wrong with you guys? You'd rather go to jail than pay money!"

He was puzzled.

I have never seen civilians like this.

Lu Shi shook his head and said to Li Qingfeng.

"General Li doesn't know something."

"The southern part of the border is too poor. People here have never had enough to eat. If they go to prison, the government will provide them with food. Even though they only have porridge a day, it can save one person's food ration for their family. So, they yearn for prison."

"But the government jails along the southern route are already in such a state of disrepair that even rats are unwilling to visit. How can there be any extra porridge?"

Lu Shi recalled that some time ago, many civilians wanted to commit minor crimes so that they could be sent to jail, so he now turned a blind eye to most of the minor incidents.

The prison simply cannot handle the food and drink for so many people.

If there was a way, he would be willing to sacrifice half of his life to make the people along the southern line live a better life.

Unfortunately, he is already an old man with half of his body buried in the ground. How could he have any other abilities?

Li Qingfeng looked at the dozen or so people who were huddled together and half-naked, moved his lips, but ultimately did not say anything about locking them all up in jail.

The three of them went back in silence.

Behind us, we could also hear the unwilling voices of the people.

Lu Shi bowed to them and walked unsteadily towards the county government office.

Que Yunsheng and Li Qingfeng returned to the post station.

Looking at the dilapidated walls of the inn.

Li Qingfeng sighed.

"Boy, tell me, how much money do we have left? How about opening a porridge shop?"

Que Yunsheng was tired, so he lay down as soon as he entered the house. He still felt a little pain in his legs.

Eyes closed, hands folded behind head.

He said weakly.

"Even if I do, I can't."

Li Qingfeng was lying down, but when he heard this, he sat up with an expression of disbelief in his tone.

"You are wrong, kid. You have a strong sense of justice. I heard that your family often distributed porridge in Fufeng County. Why did you change when you came here? Are you just going to watch them starve to death?"

Que Yunsheng turned over and the sound came back from the opposite side of the wall.

With a low humming sound.

"It's not that I don't want to, it's just that it's useless."

Li Qingfeng immediately walked over to him, sat down, and patted his shoulder.

"Hey, kid, why is it useless to talk about it? His Highness thought about your hardship and gave you a lot of resettlement money, right? It's nothing to give a little bit of it."

Que Yunsheng was too lazy to turn around, he just didn't want to get too close to anyone.

So, he moved inside, and Li Qingfeng's second attempt to take a picture of him was unsuccessful.

Que Yunsheng, who was still lying with his arms crossed, whispered.

"Even if we give out porridge every day, how long will your money support us? Besides, this is a county town. No matter how shabby and poor it is, there will be no shortage of people. Can you be sure that one day you will run out of money and the porridge shop will not be able to continue? What will the people think and do? Can you afford the anger of the people if the porridge shop closes?"

Li Qingfeng's palm couldn't fall.

He was thinking blankly.

"What you said makes sense."

After a pause, he said again.

"So what do you say we should do? Are we just going to watch and do nothing?"

Que Yunsheng sighed.

"It is not us who decide what to do, but the government and the court. We have our own responsibilities, and we just need to do our part."

"Now, I need to rest."