A peasant girl with a special ability uses herself and two wolves to escape famine!

She has been incredibly kind during these five days.

Each person received ten jin of rice and five jin of flour. This was the first and last time she gave out free food.

After the constables explained the situation to everyone, the crowd became restless.

Only care about them once, and then ignore them afterwards?

How can this be allowed? Their family is gone. What will happen to them if we don't take care of them?

As an official appointed by the imperial court, shouldn't Your Excellency properly settle them?

Faced with his responsibilities, Jiang Yi's face turned as black as the bottom of a pot. What does it mean to be an ingrate? This group of people below are it.

Xia Ning also said with a long face, "Take back the grain from everyone who had objections earlier, and don't let them travel with us."

Can't even tell good from bad, just let them fend for themselves. What a piece of trash, thinking they're something special.

Do they really think she owes them something?

"Why? Are you going to watch us die?"

Those people stared at Jiang Yi and Xia Ning in disbelief. They had always thought that the Marquis and his wife were kind and easy to talk to, which was why they dared to be so presumptuous. Now that they had suddenly turned on them, they were somewhat panicked and at a loss.

"Why not? You won't be the only ones to die in this earthquake." In chaotic times, human life is the cheapest thing.

"Aren't you afraid of being punished by the imperial court?"

"Go ahead and complain to the emperor. Do you want me to tell you which way to the capital?" He wasn't afraid at all. What could the emperor do to them? At worst, they wouldn't live in Great Xia.

When those people saw that they were serious, they panicked completely, knelt down in unison, and begged Jiang Yi not to hold it against them, saying that they had been blinded by greed and spewing nonsense.

Jiang Yi had no intention of getting entangled with them; they needed to find shelter before the heavy rain.

"go!"

The others ignored them. Paying attention to them would be like staying there to die—they weren't that stupid. He was a marquis; what were they thinking? Would they dare question him, provoke him? They were too busy currying favor to even think about it.

Jiang Yi led his men away in a grand procession, leaving those left behind completely dumbfounded.

With long faces, they followed quietly behind. Where else could they go but follow them? They used to have food to share, but now, everything was gone.

Those who received the grain were even more obedient. They had seen the consequences of disobeying, and now the Marquis was truly going to abandon them.

Two and a half hours later, Jiang Yi called a halt, and the adults and children sat down on the spot. Goodness, their feet were blistered and bleeding from walking. They dared not listen, dared not make a sound, and could only grit their teeth and follow along.

"Cook on the spot, and continue on your way in an hour," the steward and guards announced.

The Marquis said that they must now travel arduously, for fear of a plague.

Jiang Yi was annoyed by tactless people, and seeing their behavior, he was even more disdainful. "These people are really pathetic. They can do anything to get angry. They were so arrogant before, but they're all just cheapskates."

"Because they realized you wouldn't tolerate them, and they wanted to live, they resigned themselves to their fate."

Seems to be.

"My lord, there is a middleman ahead who requests an audience."

Thinking of the middleman, Xia Ning thought of the properties she had bought; now, whether it was the houses or the farms, they were all in ruins. Clutching her chest, her heart ached terribly.

"Call him over."

He was indeed the middleman who sold them the house. At that moment, he looked disheveled and aged at least five years, a sight that broke one's heart.

"How are you?"

Zhao Zhongren shook his head. In the earthquake, he lost one of his children and his wife was seriously injured. Because they couldn't get a carriage, he carried her all the way.

"You came to see me for something?"

Zhao Zhongren knelt down, pleading, "My wife is badly injured. Please, Lady Marquis, grant her some medicine and a seat in her carriage. I beg you!"

It wasn't that he refused to carry her; he genuinely couldn't. He wasn't uninjured either, just not as badly as she was. He had no choice but to swallow his pride and beg.

"Okay, bring your wife over here so the doctor can examine her, and also yourself."

Zhao Zhongren burst into tears, kowtowing repeatedly, "Thank you, Madam, thank you, Madam!" He knew that Madam was a good person.

In this situation, they are still willing to take on a bunch of burdens and distribute them to others.

Zhao Zhongren went to pick up his wife, accompanied by a bodyguard. Xia Ning leaned against the back seat of the carriage, looking at the sky outside the curtain. "I wonder when this rain will start." She hoped it would be a few days later.

Those following behind watched them cook together, swallowing their saliva with envy.

They were also very hungry. Some people still had some food in their bundles, but most of them had nothing; they were all buried in the ruins.

They want to eat too!