Many people are like this: they have the will, but not the ability. Who can accommodate so many refugees? Their act of giving some food at this time is a timely help.
The reason these refugees were able to survive here is actually because of the kindness of some cities, which allowed them to receive some relief and continue their journey.
After all, there are bad people in this world, and there are good people too!
"Porridge, porridge, I'm so hungry..." Ye Lang suddenly realized that he hadn't eaten in a long time. Now that the porridge was in front of him, he naturally had to go and eat it.
Ye Lang was never picky about food because his mother said that wasting food would be a sin and would be punished by heaven. Of course, this mother was from his original world.
Long Anqi had no idea about any of this. She was a princess, and although her life as a princess might be different, she would never have to worry about food, and therefore wouldn't have that kind of awareness.
Ye Lang ran to the porridge distribution point, took a bowl of porridge, and started drinking it. At this time, although he was wearing fine clothes, the dust from the journey and his contact with some people had made him look almost like a refugee. The difference was that his clothes were still intact, while the refugees' clothes were somewhat torn.
On the way, Ye Lang saved several refugees who were on the verge of death. With his medical skills, treating them was naturally no problem. This also made everyone realize that the Young Master they were following was a doctor, although they did not know the extent of Young Master medical skills.
At this moment, seeing Ye Lang drinking porridge, many people felt uneasy!
If Ye Lanyu and the others, especially Zhen Xiaoyan, saw this, I wonder if they would cry. They have always treated Ye Lang like a treasure, and Zhen Xiaoyan has been preparing the best food for him every day. Now he has to suffer like this!
To them, Ye Lang eating this porridge was a kind of suffering, a suffering they could not accept!
But isn't this also a life-saving porridge? Many people want to eat a bite but don't even have the chance. Ye Lang is just a little different; he originally didn't need to suffer like this.
"Young Master, how could you drink this..." someone said with a pained expression, heartbroken that Ye Lang had to drink the same porridge meant for refugees as they did.
And this is all because we all took all his food!
"Can't I drink it? But I'm hungry..." Ye Lang held the bowl of porridge, a little confused. He didn't understand why he couldn't drink it, since anyone could drink it.
Clearly, he misunderstood and thought that others were preventing him from drinking the porridge!
"No, it's not that we can't, it's just..." At this moment, the refugees were unable to express their thoughts and couldn't find the words to explain the situation.
When they heard Ye Lang say he was hungry, they realized that Ye Lang hadn't eaten anything since meeting them, something they had never noticed.
"Young Master, it's not that we don't want you to drink, it's just that you should be eating better food, not drinking this with us," the dark-skinned, thin man said.
"It's alright, anything that can fill my stomach is good! But this porridge reminds me of a saying..." Ye Lang said, shaking his head after finishing his porridge.
"What did you say?" the crowd asked, puzzled.
"The chopsticks float up, the head falls to the ground!!" Ye Lang said.
"What do you mean?" The dark-skinned, thin man asked in a hoarse voice, speaking on behalf of everyone else.
"This is a story, and it's also about a time of famine. The imperial court set up soup kitchens to distribute porridge for disaster relief, but some soup kitchens made porridge that was as clear as soup. So the supervising officials got angry and ordered that if chopsticks could float in the porridge, the responsible officials would be beheaded!" Ye Lang said, looking at the porridge.
"Understood!" Everyone understood why Ye Lang had thought of that phrase; the porridge before them, though technically porridge, had taken the concept of "thin" to its extreme.
At this moment, the person distributing the porridge fell silent. Anger was visible in his eyes, but he dared not speak out.
"Something is better than nothing. What more can a bunch of refugees ask for?" the man who had spoken so arrogantly earlier continued, glancing at the others with disdain. "Young Master? Hmph, Young Master among the lowly..."
These people also noticed how Ye Lang was addressed, and they were puzzled as to why there was someone among them who was called "Young Master." It seemed as if they were being joked with.
Judging from Ye Lang's attire, they were even more certain of this!
At this moment, Xiao Rui was still in the crowd because Ye Lang had not yet brought her out. Otherwise, these people might have believed that Ye Lang was a Young Master, and a Young Master of extraordinary status.
Xiao Rui was well protected by Ye Lang and was spotless. Anyone who saw her would think she was a lady from a respectable family!
"How dare you insult Young Master!" The group of people were furious. They would not allow anyone to disrespect Ye Lang, especially at a time when they were deeply moved.
"What? Wasn't he insulting you?" Ye Lang asked, confused. "Wasn't he just calling you lowly commoners?"
"..."
Hey, young master, can't you tell?
"Alright, you guys finish the porridge here first, don't waste food!" Ye Lang said to everyone. Although he didn't mind spending a little money to buy something better, there was still so much porridge here that couldn't be wasted.
As I said before, wasting food is bad!
The refugees nearby, who had also gone hungry, agreed with this, so they decided to eat the porridge first and settle accounts with these people when they had the strength.
In an instant, thousands of people finished all the porridge...
At this moment, the arrogant man clapped his hands and prepared to return to the city. He had completed his mission for the day and no longer needed to sit there exposed to the wind and sun. He seemed to look down on Ye Lang and the others with disdain.
Then, Ye Lang said something that made him stop...
"Let's go into town!"
What?! Enter the city? Did I hear that right? These lowly people actually want to enter the city? The man stopped and looked at Ye Lang with some surprise. He saw that Ye Lang's face seemed expressionless, very calm, as if he were talking about something very mundane.
That's right, it was just an ordinary thing, which was perfectly normal for Ye Lang.
"Stop!! You can't enter the city. Didn't you hear what I just said?" the town official shouted. Theoretically, he should be an official, even if he was a minor one.
Judging from his attitude just now, it is clear that this minor official is the kind of person who looks down on people, to be precise, he looks down on ordinary people, let alone refugees like Ye Lang.
Of course, if Ye Lang had come alone, the attitude would have been completely different!