The Prodigal Son's Happy Life - Chapter 115

[Chapter 115 Shock]

So, the refugees begging along the street and the children playing at home all took their bowls and followed the carriage towards the north of the city.

Suddenly, hundreds of people gathered.

When the carriage stopped, Fang Xiu and Zhao Hao stepped out of the carriage. The empty space in front of them was already filled with people.

The crowd was crowded and noisy. The boys in uniform uniforms of the Fang Mansion were maintaining order. When they saw the carriage, they all put down their work and saluted Fang Xiu.

Fang Xiu waved his hand, indicating that he should be ignored, and then ordered Bai Xiaochun, who was already close to him, “Let’s start.”

“Yes, Master.”

Bai Xiaochun responded, then waved his hand and shouted loudly: “Let’s start!”

When the boys heard the voice of the young steward, they all opened the lid of the iron pot. The rich aroma of porridge instantly filled the entire north of the city. The aroma could be smelled hundreds of meters away.

The old beggars holding bowls in one hand and leaning on crutches in the other smelled the smell, and their cloudy eyes suddenly became clearer. They threw away their crutches and rushed forward.

However, after all, he was older and not as strong as the young refugees, so he was squeezed behind.

In an instant, shouts and curses started one after another.

Someone grabbed the porridge, but before he had a chance to take a sip, it was snatched away by a stronger person.

Of course, being physically strong is only a relative term.

Most of these refugees suffered from disasters in their hometowns and really couldn’t survive, so they decided to leave their homes and beg along the road, hoping to find a way to survive in the capital.

When they arrived in the capital, they found that the Kyoto Prefecture did not allow them to enter the city at all, so they could only look at the city and sigh.

Some people worked hard, stole or robbed, found a way, entered the city, and found that without any skills, it was difficult to find a way to survive even in the capital, the richest land in Chu State.

It is so difficult to live. The so-called strong, and how strong it can be, is just a little more human than those old beggars who are dying.

These few traces of humanity disappeared under the temptation of porridge.

Zhao Hao followed Fang Xiu, and when he saw this scene, his bright eyes dimmed a lot.

The little face was filled with confusion, confusion and sympathy.

He didn’t understand, it was just a bowl of porridge. On weekdays, when the servant brought it and placed it in front of him, he wouldn’t bother to take a second look.

Why is it that when we get here, it becomes something that so many people are fighting for, even if it means their heads are broken and bloody.

Obviously, the chaos over a bowl of porridge in front of him greatly shocked his young mind.

Fang Xiu looked at this scene with some emotions in his heart.

What would his fate be like if the body he traveled through was not the son of the Anping uncle’s family, but a refugee like them who had suffered a disaster and had no clothes to wear and no food to eat?

Of course, this idea only appeared in his mind for a moment, and then he was forgotten.

There are not so many ifs in the world.

Even if you really travel through time and become a refugee, as long as you can survive.

With his modern knowledge, although he may not necessarily be able to be promoted to an official position, become a king, or become a prime minister, he can become a small landowner and live a happy life.

Thinking about it, the problem is not big.

As time passed, the situation became increasingly chaotic.

For a bowl of porridge, countless refugees scrambled and fought each other, fearing that if they were slow, their turn would be gone.

Someone grabbed the porridge and was beaten to a bloody head. The hot porridge that had just been cooked was spilled on the ground, and they had to stay there, crying and screaming.

Some people wailed twice, then turned their grief and anger into strength, and rushed forward again, wrestling with others.

It’s simply a vicious cycle. Only the person who wins the fight and is standing at the end can drink the porridge.

Fang Xiu sighed.

As a master of history, I have naturally read countless dull and boring ancient books.

When I read some local chronicles, I can always see that on a certain day of a certain year, a certain month, there was a big disaster somewhere, and the people were in dire straits.

Any more would be nothing more than adding that the people are hungry and will eat by changing their sons.

When these are written in black and white, I don’t feel anything, but seeing them with my own eyes is a completely different feeling.

Of course, although the Chu country in front of us is not to the point where the people exchange their children for food, there are still so many refugees who are hungry in a prosperous place like Gyeonggi.

So, what would it be like if the southwest and northwest, thousands of miles away from the capital, were hit by disasters.

Fang Xiu couldn’t bear to think anymore, looked at the increasingly chaotic scene in front of him, and waved his hand.

Beside him, Bai Xiaochun immediately understood and winked at the Fang Mansion guards who had been waiting for a long time.

The guards immediately rushed forward with wooden sticks, iron bars and other objects to separate the troubled refugees one by one.

With the intervention of Fang Mansion’s guards, the situation became much better.

The refugees who had been beaten were in pain, so they naturally did not dare to grab any more, and they all lined up obediently.

The old, weak, sick and disabled who received the porridge drank it immediately, regardless of whether it was hot, and then followed behind to continue queuing up.

Some people, after finishing the porridge, burst into tears with excitement, knelt on the ground, and murmured words of gratitude to Mr. Fang, whom they had never met before.

When Fang Xiu saw this scene, he ignored it.

No matter what, I have accomplished what I promised Zhao Yi.

The home

smoothie has been made, just in time to try some new flavors while the weather is still warm.

Zhao Hao stopped where he was, staring blankly at the countless people in front of him who received the porridge and shed tears of gratitude.

For a long time, he seemed to be in a daze, just watching, until Fang Xiu called him, he seemed to come back to his senses, and got into the carriage in despair.

Only then did Fang Xiu remember that he had said that he would take him to visit the capital, so he told the coachman: “Don’t go back home yet, go to the south of the city for a walk.”

As soon as he finished speaking, a respectful “yes” came from outside the carriage.

Zhao Hao was sitting in the carriage, but he didn’t show even the slightest bit of surprise or excitement.

Seeing him like this, Fang Xiu couldn’t help but feel a little nervous.

After all, he is just a child, a noble son who grew up in a greenhouse. He has countless beautiful fantasies about the world. All he sees is the scene of singing and dancing. At first sight, this scene may be quite exciting.

Fang Xiu opened his mouth and was about to comfort him when he heard Zhao Hao say: “Master, how can we make everyone in the world have clothes to wear and porridge to drink?”

Fang Xiu didn’t expect that he would ask this, and was slightly startled. For a while, I didn’t even know how to answer.

Letting everyone in the world have clothes to wear and porridge to drink

does not sound so difficult.

But anyone who has seen the world, whether it is the emperor sitting on the dragon throne, Yan Zhuang who leads all the officials in the cabinet, or himself who has traveled through time, understands that

it is far more difficult to realize this wish. It’s much harder to reach the sky!

In fact, in later generations, humans have sent various aircraft into space, but they have not been able to solve the problem of people going hungry. It can even be said that the day when it is truly solved is still far away.

Fang Xiu was silent for a moment and said: “Hao’er, not all questions in this world have answers”

(End of Chapter)