Traveling through time and space and becoming a deposed prince, he just wants to survive!

Zhao Wei thought that if he acted like this in the court, the emperor would be inclined to his side, which would allow him to obtain food and shut up the Cui family.

Unexpectedly, after Cui Bingzhong left the court, he directly requested to meet the emperor alone.

"Your Majesty, the national treasury is now empty. We have suffered from disasters for two consecutive years, and this year is the third year. Fortunately, the affected area is not large. The Cui family is willing to help the emperor overcome this difficult time. The victims in the capital area will be the responsibility of our Cui family."

As soon as Zhao Hengzhang heard what Cui Bingzhong said, he knew his intention. He didn't want money or credit, but just wanted to extend his hand to the capital area, which was an important place that the Wei family had always controlled. Would they agree to it?

But at this moment the emperor had no other choice.

It’s not that the Wei family is short of food, but they wanted to make the Cui family bleed heavily in this game. However, they overlooked that the disaster was mainly near the capital.

"Okay, I agree to your request. You must comfort the victims in the capital."

There was neither gratitude nor resentment in Zhao Hengzhen's eyes. He was just as calm as if he was looking at an unopened book. He didn't need to know the specific plot, he just needed to know the result.

The next morning at court, the emperor assigned the task of dealing with the disaster to the Ministry of Revenue.

The outskirts of Luancheng Workshop are quite lively. Perhaps because the harvest in some areas is poor, some people come out to beg before winter comes.

People living near the workshop lived a prosperous life, and people in remote villages heard about it, so the number of people coming to beg increased significantly.

There were a pair of brothers. The elder one carried his mother on his back, and the younger one followed behind him. The three of them came to the door of a restaurant and put their mother down at a distance.

"Second brother, you stay here and look after mother. I'll go get some food."

The elder brother who was speaking was called Chen Da, and he was talking to his younger brother Chen Er.

"Son, when you see the shopkeeper, be polite and don't get physical with him. It would be terrible if you hurt him."

The old mother sitting on the ground couldn't help but warn her son, as she knew that he was very strong and could kill someone if he wasn't careful.

They were not originally from this place. They had committed a murder in their hometown and had fled to a remote village near Dingzhou. She really didn't want her son to get into trouble again, and now when she saw the government officials, she was still frightened.

Dingzhou belonged to the fiefdom of Prince Zhao Xin. Basically, no one investigated the affairs of the neighboring counties and prefectures. It was not because the management of Dingzhou was lax, but because the population was sparse at that time.

Their position was quite awkward, with the territory of the Great Zhou on both sides, and only a small gap, so it was inevitable that the Huns would come over.

Dingzhou was unable to increase its population on its own, so it could only hope that people passing by would stay. As long as they did not cause trouble, Dingzhou could basically accommodate these people.

Chen Da always obeyed his mother's scolding. As for Chen Er, his brain was burned out when he was a child, so he was always a little silly and would complain of being hungry when it was time for dinner.

"I see, mother. I'll go find the boss and see if I can get something to eat."

After saying that, he walked towards a restaurant with a larger store.

The waiter recognized Chen Da at a glance and said, "Brother, can you please change to another store? There are too many refugees lately, and you always ask for a lot. Our store can't afford it."

Facing Xiaoer's words, Chen Da still bowed and said, "Xiaoer brother, my mother and younger brother haven't eaten for a whole day. Can you please be kind and give them something to eat first? If there is any heavy work in the store, I can help you with it."

"Look at our restaurant. Even if it's just a little bit of heavy work, a month's worth of rice is now delivered to the designated location. We don't even have to empty the swill bucket. It's very clean."

What the waiter said was indeed the truth. With the increase in the number of people recently, situations like what he described are basically the same in small restaurants. I didn't expect that big restaurants are also short of food now.

"Waiter, there was still one and a half steamed buns left in the kitchen yesterday. Give them to this young man."

The shopkeeper couldn't stand it anymore. After all, too many people had starved to death in recent years, and he had become numb. Thinking about the fact that this man had a mother outside, he couldn't help but say something.

"Thank you, shopkeeper. I, Chen Da, kowtow to you."

"No, no, what the waiter said just now is true. Business has been bad in the store recently. Although it's not a disaster year, the harvest is not very good. Some people have switched to eating at small restaurants."

Chen Da was very grateful for what the shopkeeper said. It was difficult to be a good person in this world, not to mention that the shopkeeper's business was not prosperous.

In a blink of an eye, the waiter brought over half a steamed bun and said, "This is what we planned to keep for ourselves yesterday..."

"Shut up." The shopkeeper interrupted the waiter and said, "Young man, why don't you try your luck in the workshop and find a job? Maybe you can even have enough to eat."

Chen Da also knew that the people in the workshop could have enough food to eat, but he had a case on his hands and could not withstand investigation. He was afraid that this would implicate his younger brother and mother.

After thanking the shopkeeper again, he took the steamed buns and walked out of the restaurant. He gave one bun to his younger brother and the other half to his mother.

Although Chen Er was naive, he was not stupid. He knew that his brother would have nothing to eat, so he broke it in half and handed it to Chen Da.

"Brother, you...eat~eat!"

"No, brother just ate one, this one is for you."

Chen Da didn't answer it. He knew that his younger brother would look for food when he was hungry, and would even eat mud if necessary.

Suddenly, a weird voice was heard.

"Three outsiders, you can still eat mixed flour steamed buns, do you understand the rules? In my territory, the delicious food must be presented to me as a filial piety."

While he was speaking, five people appeared in front of Chen Da. They looked like beggars and spoke in a sarcastic tone.

Seeing this, the old woman knew that she couldn't afford to offend these people, so she quickly handed over the half steamed bun in her hand.

"Gentlemen, I'll give you half a steamed bun, please let my son go."

At this time, people passing by looked over here. Some of them wanted to say something, but when they saw a few more people behind the beggar-looking man, they saw a few more people behind him.

There was a fierce look in their eyes, which made those who wanted to stand up for justice leave in embarrassment.

A carriage passed by at this time, and the people inside watched everything happening outside.

"When did Luancheng have so many street thugs?"

After Zhao Sheng finished speaking, he signaled the carriage to stop. The people digging in the mines were his new army, and there was no war going on. Otherwise, these dangerous tasks should be done by prisoners.

When he met Street Fighter today, he instantly became interested. Why not catch some idlers and make them mine?

The leading thug didn't even look at the old woman. Instead, he casually knocked down the steamed bun and said arrogantly, "I find this dirty when an old man hands it to me."

Chen Da was furious at this time and clenched his fists tightly, but his mother held him with one hand. Although she didn't say anything, he understood what his mother meant.

Seeing this, Chen Er shouted: "You, you~ are not allowed to bully my mother!"

After saying that, he stepped forward to argue, but was stopped by Chen Da without saying a word.

"If you don't want to eat, then don't waste the food. Right now, people in many places still don't have enough to eat. I wonder if you've just had enough food for a few days and then forgotten about it?"

Suddenly, a man's voice came from the street. Zhao Sheng walked with arrogant steps, followed by Zhao Long, and came to the side of several people.

Mr. Zhao usually likes to dress simply and doesn't like to be covered with decorations. A corset is enough. In such hot weather, he just wants to wear a waistcoat and flip-flops.