Crown Prince of the Empire, I quit!

"Why is there sand in this porridge?"

"Is Daqian really that disgusting? Are you afraid that we'll eat a few more bites and end up bankrupting you?"

"They say Daqian is a rich and powerful country, but now it seems it's all just a facade. They're not even willing to give us relief food. We look down on you!"

After drinking the porridge with sand in it, many people at the scene began to express their dissatisfaction.

They didn't think at first that their good days would end one day.

I thought that as long as I stayed here for one day, I would be considered to have defected to Daqian.

I should be treated as a guest of honor if I come here for refuge.

But things changed today.

"Your Majesty, should we punish them directly, or..."

Elder Song had long been dissatisfied with these people. Seeing this, he whispered to Qin Ming, wanting to hear what he thought.

Qin Ming said calmly:

"There's no need to do anything directly. There are so many people watching, we have to take care of both our reputation and our dignity."

"Come, I'll teach you how to say it."

As soon as he finished speaking, he waved to Elder Song.

Elder Song came up to Qin Ming and the two of them whispered a few words.

He immediately understood what he meant and called the local centurion in charge of relief to give him some instructions.

"Yes... yes, I understand."

The centurion who was distributing porridge nodded, and then walked up to the people who were waiting for the porridge with an apologetic look on his face and said:

"Everyone, I'm truly sorry. Due to the recent war, there have been some problems with the delivery of food and fodder, resulting in the poor quality of the food delivered."

“When will things improve?”

At this moment, a lazy man suddenly frowned and spoke, his face full of displeasure.

"It may last for a while. After all, this is relief food and cannot be wasted."

The centurion explained very sincerely.

Faced with the situation where food and fodder were contaminated by sand and gravel, some of the real disaster victims in the crowd did not care and said:

"As long as there's a stutter."

"Sir, we won't run out of food in a few days, will we?"

The quality of food is not their main concern, but the quantity is.

Upon seeing this, the centurion patted his chest and assured them:

"Don't worry about the food supply. The court will definitely not let you go without it. It's just that the food may not taste as good as before."

"That's fine, that's fine..."

The many refugees who had fled the war breathed a sigh of relief.

"What? No!"

Suddenly, a big man who was very strong and muscular squeezed out from the crowd.

His hair was tangled and stuck together, his skin, which was not covered by his tattered clothes, was covered in oil and dirt, and he exuded a strong stench from head to toe.

As soon as he opened his mouth, a rotten smell came out, forcing the people around him to wrinkle their noses and take a few steps back.

"So what do you want?"

The centurion smiled and asked him politely.

He was a centurion of the Daqian Army. He had participated in at least dozens of wars, large and small, and witnessed many grand scenes.

Don't panic when facing a small gangster.

"The meal we had was fine before, why did it suddenly change? Does Daqian want to stop caring about us now that we've surrendered?"

"That's not the case. Our food supplies have never been reduced."

The centurion shook his head and argued seriously.

Seeing how civilized they were, the local thugs immediately became arrogant.

"Bullshit! Then why are our food standards getting lower and lower?"

"No, we still want to drink white rice porridge, no sand!"

"And those chefs who came over to make side dishes for us a few days ago, call them over as well!"

In order to rally the people's hearts, Qin Ming had specially arranged a group of cooks from his army to travel between various cities and prepare some delicious meals to entertain the refugees who came from afar.

This move was intended to appease them and, on the other hand, to demonstrate Daqian's powerful material supply.

But as time went on, their mentality changed.

Seeing a group of people surrounding him, the centurion quickly looked at Qin Ming who was sitting in the distance.

Qin Ming has been quietly observing the situation at the scene.

The situation is about to get out of control, so we have no choice but to use tough measures.

Feeling the gazes of his men, he nodded lightly.

The centurion who received the signal immediately understood.

next moment.

boom!

A loud voice came.

The person who was leading the shouting was kicked several meters away!

The crowd suddenly quieted down.

Everyone was shocked.

The long period of stability has made them forget that the centurion standing in front of them is an elite from the Daqian regular army!

No matter which unit it is placed in, it is the best.

"You...you hit someone!"

Several lazy guys who often hang out together suddenly shouted and prepared to get involved.

However, they sensed the murderous intent emanating from the other party, and just as they were about to continue yelling, the words that were about to come out of their mouths were instantly stuck in their throats.

"Relief food is for those who truly need it, not for those lazy people who just eat and wait to die every day."

After saying this, the centurion turned and left.

In the distance, Elder Song nodded slightly, but then a look of worry appeared on his face as he asked Qin Ming:

"Your Majesty, if you really lower the standard of treatment and only provide enough food to eat, I'm worried that those lazy people will still make do with what they eat."

Elder Song has seen many people like this.

If there is food, they eat; if there is no food, they starve or beg.

Just don't want to work.

Just like these lazy guys who were causing trouble just now, they actually had many opportunities to do things, but they did not follow the main group to work and support themselves.

Now that the treatment in the city has been reduced, if they continue to do nothing and just think about making a living, they can only accept the current food treatment.

Some of them will not want to do this and will gradually start to support themselves.

But there will definitely be some people who just get by, thinking they can survive even if the food standards are lowered.

Faced with such a person, both Elder Song and Qin Ming were really helpless.

After all, they can't just kill those who are unwilling to do anything even if it means death.

"Relocate most of the people and find them a place to make a living, and don't worry about the rest."

Qin Ming thought for a moment and finally made a decision.

"Your Majesty, we should have done this a long time ago. It's not good for them to be too controlling."

Elder Song had actually been waiting for Qin Ming to say this.

Daqian does have sufficient power, but when faced with some people who really cannot be helped, they can only choose to give up.

As for how these people who live on idleness and waiting to die will survive after the court's relief is gone, that depends on their destiny.

"Within half a month, the refugees will be completely received."

Just as the two were talking, Elder Xuanfeng, who had been silent nearby, suddenly spoke.