Chapter 97 Benefactor
Fang Jun walked towards the shed where the child named Wei Ying lived.
There are too many victims in the shantytown. Most of these victims are illiterate farmers who lack the sense of self-discipline and are hungry and cold. They don't even know that they starved to death and froze to death that day. How can they care about public health?
Human excrement was everywhere in the snow and in the secret places in front and behind the shed. Although it was the middle of winter and there was heavy snowfall, the smell of these filth was minimized, and there was no fear of an outbreak of disease for the time being. But the sight of filth and dirt everywhere still made Fang Jun's chest churn, almost making him nauseous.
The onlookers didn't know what the noble man was going to do, so they didn't leave. They followed behind to watch the fun and whisper.
These shacks are all temporary structures. The county has limited materials and lacks people to manage them, so they are extremely crude.
Not to mention blocking the wind, even the snow can't be blocked.
Many shacks are simply shacks covered with straw mats and rags, crumbling in the cold wind.
The shed where the guard eagle was hiding was even worse.
Several wooden poles of varying lengths around it support a dilapidated straw mat. Lying in the shed, you can see the sun, moon and stars in the sky. A broken door panel is erected on the north side to block the cold wind, but the door panel is in the wind. It was swaying, as if it would be blown over by the wind at the next moment.
The shed was less than five or six square meters, but there were seven or eight people crammed into it, each occupying a corner. It seemed like several different families.
But there was a woman lying behind the only door that blocked the wind. Wei Ying was kneeling beside the woman, calling softly "Mother"...
I don’t know if everyone felt pity for this woman and gave her this wind-shielding place, or if that selfish bastard Zhao Laosi snatched this place.
The woman was thin and lying on a worn-out straw mat. She was completely silent. Only the slight rise and fall of her abdomen let people know that she was still breathing.
"Mom, please open your eyes and take a look. My son begged you for a rice ball... Unfortunately, that bastard snatched away half of it, but I snatched it back. This is what I begged for my mother... Mom... Wuwuwu... Open your eyes quickly, eat quickly... Wuwu..."
While Wei Ying was crying, he stuffed half of the filthy rice ball in his hand into the woman's mouth.
The woman still didn't respond at all, as if she was unconscious.
Fang Jun sighed softly, looking at this human tragedy with some sour eyes.
Since ancient times, no matter the change of dynasties or natural or man-made disasters, it has been the common people like ants who have suffered.
Even the "wise and mighty" Majesty Li Er, how could he ever really take these people into his heart? The words he said and the attitude he expressed were basically just to consolidate his rule.
This is an era with no human rights at all.
The high-ranking officials, nobles and noble families do not regard these common people as human beings, and even these common people themselves do not regard themselves as human beings...
This is the greatest sadness.
There was a commotion outside the shed.
Someone asked: "Who is the one who beat me? Did he ever get away?"
"No, it's in the shed over there."
"Take someone quickly to apprehend this person. It's so lawless that you beat him so badly!"
After a while, Fang Jun heard footsteps behind him.
A servant went out, stopped the man, and asked, "What do you want?"
"You are a Xin|Feng County government official. Which family are you a slave to? You actually dare to stop someone from apprehending the murderer. You are also an accomplice of someone?"
One person shouted loudly.
The servant of the Fangfu said calmly: "This is a servant of the Fangfu, and my second son is in the shed. That Zhao Laosi died unjustly, my second son will report this to the county magistrate, so I won't bother you."
The yamen servant was slightly startled and asked: "But the servants' house?"
The servant straightened his back and said proudly: "Yes!"
Before the yamen officer could speak, he suddenly heard the noise from the victims watching nearby.
"That young man just now is the second man of the Fang family?"
"Editian, no wonder you are so arrogant, it turns out to be Fang Erlang!"
"What, what, it's actually your benefactor in front of you?"
"Everyone is coming, Fang Erlang is here..."
"Which Fangjiro?"
"You have a lot of time, and there is no second man in the house. Naturally, he is the one who advises the King of Wu and forces the big households to donate money and food, so that we can have one meal of gruel a day!"
"What are you talking about? It turns out to be my benefactor. I have to kowtow to my benefactor..."
When these victims heard that Fang Jun was here, they all felt grateful that his strategy of "breaking stones to record merit" had brought them a way of survival, and they all ran out of their shacks and gathered together.
Fang Jun looked at the gathering of more and more victims, feeling mixed in his heart.
When the victims saw Fang Jun, they didn't know who raised the head. Suddenly, there was a commotion like waves of wheat blown by the wind. They all knelt down and kowtowed to Fang Jun.
"Thank you so much for being alive..."
"The benefactor will live a hundred years, and the princes will live forever..."
Listening to these words of praise and watching hundreds of people kowtow to him to thank him, Fang Jun felt a rush of blood rushing to the top of his head.
The victims in front of us, who are in ragged clothes, with sallow complexion and skinny muscles, are actually the best people in the world!
They don't care who becomes the emperor, no matter what the name of this country is, they only have the simplest, simplest and most primitive luxury - to have enough to eat!
Whoever keeps them well fed is a good emperor!
Whoever keeps them well fed is a good country!
Loyal to the emperor and patriotic?
We don’t understand, we only know that I will support whoever I want to eat!
Perhaps, His Majesty Li Er is a good emperor who has allowed more people to have enough to eat for thousands of years, so the people support him!
Kill your brother to seize your legitimate son, and force your father to give up the throne?
no problem!
Kill your brother and seize his wife, seize your sister-in-law?
Nothing wrong!
As long as you keep me fed, you will be the Mingjun of the prosperous age and the emperor of the ages!
No moral article, etiquette, justice or integrity can compare to a bowl of food that can keep you alive!
It’s so simple, it’s so pure!
If His Majesty Li Er caused chaos in the world and made the people miserable like Emperor Yang of Sui Dynasty, you can imagine how history will criticize him!
Fortunately, he kept most of the people fed, so all his stains and mistakes became forgivable flaws.
You don’t need to make a fuss in the history books, the common people will speak for you...
Who has no fault?
This is the reason why His Majesty Li Er, who was extremely morally scumbag, became the emperor of the ages!
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Suddenly there was a scream from behind.
"Mother...Mother, are you awake?"
Fang Jun looked back and saw that the woman was slowly opening her eyes because she was awakened by the loud shouts of the victims.
Those eyes were cloudy and hollow, as if they were lifeless.
But suddenly, these lifeless eyes suddenly burst out with brilliance. The woman got the strength from nowhere and suddenly got up from the straw mat. She wanted to stand but couldn't. She just gritted her teeth and spread her arms. Pulling her hair, she crawled to Fang Jun's feet.
The woman was lying on the ground, her voice so weak that it was almost inaudible.
"Mr. Lang... you are a saint of great joy and great sorrow. Your life as a commoner's wife is not long. Please take in my child... as long as you give him a bowl of food, even if he is a cow, a horse, or a slave... you Do a good job and take him in, otherwise he will eventually starve to death here..."
This woman was already weak and had been ill for a long time. When she spoke these words, her tired and pale face was sweating profusely and she was panting.
At this time, Wei Ying suddenly ran over and knelt down, hugged Fang Jun's thigh, raised a dirty little face, and cried and begged: "I beg you, please save my mother, she is sick." It's very heavy. Can you hire a doctor for her? How much did it cost... As long as you save her, I will work as a servant for you, as a cow or a horse... I am not young anymore, I can do any work, I have a lot of strength, and I eat less than others... Please Please..."
Fang Jun sighed, what else could he say?
He turned around and told his servant: "Take the mother and son back to Zhuangzi and hire a doctor for this woman."
The woman relaxed and fainted immediately.
Wei Ying was startled and quickly hugged his mother. (End of chapter)