Crossing the book to escape famine, poor little guy does not become cannon fodder reference group

Seeing this, Bai Dingan laughed at himself.

No wonder people are willing to marry her, a disabled person who can't walk. It turns out they are the same kind of people.

Continuing to read further, Bai Dingan suddenly became interested.

Because the news said that Zhou Hean met a miracle doctor who cured him of the strange poison.

When she saw the miracle doctor mentioned above, her heart was slightly moved for a moment.

The reason why Zhou Hean was cured was because he was just poisoned, but he was different.

Two years ago, she was kidnapped by her aunt, fell off the carriage, and was trampled by the horse, causing one of her legs to become lame. The originally arranged marriage also fell into the hands of her concubine's younger sister.

Although the truth was revealed later and the aunt was punished and sent to a nunnery, the concubine's marriage had already been decided and could not be changed.

Bai Dingan sighed, she was not as lucky as Zhou Hean.

Seeing her young lady sigh, Cuicui quickly asked, "Miss, is there something wrong?"

Bai Dingan shook his head and told her the contents of the booklet in a soft voice.

Because of certain things, the maids and servants of the Bai family are all illiterate, and the people serving in Hengwu Garden have been replaced one after another.

When Cuicui first heard that Zhou He'an was poisoned, her face looked visibly ugly. Then she heard that Zhou He'an had met a miracle doctor and had recovered. She immediately thought of Bai Ding'an's leg.

"Miss..." She looked at her mistress expectantly.

Bai Dingan smiled bitterly, "They're different. His is poison. Mine...is different..."

The further she spoke, the softer her voice became.

Cuicui's eyes were red. She knelt in front of her and held her hand, but then she came to her senses and felt that she had overstepped the bounds, so she quickly let go.

After a moment, she seemed to have made up her mind, "Miss, Cuicui wants to go to Jiangnan to look for that miracle doctor."

Bai Dingan looked up at the white snow outside the window and patted Cuicui on the shoulder. "My dear Cuicui, it's cold, the mountains are high and the road is long... Don't let your imagination run wild. I, your lady, have accepted my fate. You should accept it too."

Cuicui could no longer hold back and tears welled up in her eyes.

She was also in that carriage at the time, but the difference was that Bai Dingan was kidnapped, while she was sold by her family. When the people from the Bai Mansion came to rescue her, Bai Dingan took him back to the Bai Mansion as well.

Only she knew best that she was the one who was supposed to fall off the carriage, and Bai Dingan fell off the carriage and was trampled by the horse because he was trying to save her.

"Okay, stop thinking about it. Hurry up and get my embroidery frame. Otherwise, it will get dark and I won't be able to embroider."

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Faint crying sounds were heard from Xiangmu Village, Rongjin County.

The heavy snow crushed another house, and no one inside could get out.

The village chief, Old Man Luo, felt his knees go weak and he fell to his knees on the thick snow. Seeing this, his two sons behind him quickly pulled him up.

"God is going to destroy our Xiangmu Village!" Not far away, an elder of the tribe cried out to the sky, and as soon as he finished speaking, he fell to the ground and was no longer able to move.

Intermittent cries echoed around him. Old Man Luo, supported by his two sons, forced himself to calm down and said loudly, "Now is not the time to be sad!"

"Each household should go back and count their own food supplies, and bring the food to the ancestral hall! We must all work together to overcome this difficult time!"

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At the same time, in the Jiangnan government office.

Zhou Xin was sitting in the study, and Zhou Yong brought in the newly received reports on disasters in various counties.

Looking at the number of civilian casualties in the report, Zhou Xin's brows were furrowed as if they could pinch a fly to death.

"Hasn't the disaster relief food already been delivered? Why are so many people still starving to death? Has the food even reached the people?"

He slammed his hand on the table and yelled angrily.

Zhou Yong's expression wasn't good either, but he still explained on behalf of his brothers, "The snow is too thick, and it's too cold outside. We can't help but miss some remote places."

In short, we can't ignore the lives of our brothers just because of those civilians, right? They also have wives, children and families.

Zhou Xin also thought of this and became even more frustrated.

Zhou Yong rubbed his hands in front of the brazier. When his body was no longer so cold, his mind began to become active.

"Brother, since we have already followed Songjiabao, why don't we let the people of Songjiabao solve this problem?"

Zhou Xin choked at this. Did he think he hadn't thought about it before? But he couldn't rely on Songjiabao to become the prefect and also rely on Songjiabao to solve the problems at hand. What would he become then? A puppet who eats for free?

He can't afford to lose this person!

He had seen it all in the report. Apart from a few elderly people who were in poor health and could not survive, there were no other casualties in Linjiang County. This showed He Chi's ability.

After all, they were brothers who grew up together and worked together as adults. Zhou Yong saw Zhou Xin's thoughts at a glance and quickly advised: "Brother, now is a matter of life and death. You are the father and mother of Jiangnan. The people of Jiangnan are counting on you."

"Because there is nothing shameful in showing off one's life for the people."

Zhou Xin sighed deeply and leaned back in his chair dejectedly.

"I know that too. But if that's the case, then our Zhou family..."

Before he could finish, Zhou Yong interrupted him.

"Brother, this kind of natural disaster is not something you can handle. You have to accept it."

"You don't have that much food, supplies, or medicine. If the court doesn't care, there's nothing you can do about it."

What Zhou Yong said was true. After the heavy snow, Zhou Xin did write memorials to his superiors, but all of them fell on deaf ears.

Later he realized that it was not just their area that was affected by the disaster, but the entire Daqian was covered in heavy snow.

The imperial court had no time to take care of Jiangnan, or perhaps it was simply unable to do so.

The old emperor was greedy for pleasure and had been pursuing immortality in recent years. The national treasury had almost been emptied by him. How could he come up with silver and food to help the people of the country?

Let’s not even mention those princes. The old emperor is old, and they are starting to get restless, wanting to sit on the chair under him. Everyone is busy fighting with each other, so who still remembers the people of the world?

"Brother, please write a letter to Songjiabao. I believe they will have a solution to the current predicament."

Zhou Yong spoke again, then lowered his voice, "There's not much food left in the government office. I don't know if it will last us another month."

Zhou Xin closed his eyes. He felt a little regretful that he had taken all the grain from the government office and distributed it to the people in the city who were short of food.

No one is perfect, so it is normal to have his own little thoughts.

When he opened his eyes again, Zhou Xin had already made up his mind.

He picked up a pen and wrote down the difficult situation he was facing. Then he handed the letter to Zhou Yong and said, "Make sure to give it to the young doctor."

Although He Chi seems to be smarter and more capable, he subconsciously still believes in the young doctor more.

Zhou Yong nodded and asked again, "What if the little doctor isn't here? I heard she's been traveling a lot lately."

Zhou Xin glared at him and replied unhappily, "Then wait!"