Faithful to Buddha, Faithful to You

Chapter 69: Refugee camps in Autumn City (1)

The next day Rosh waited outside the palace all day. At present, the largest consul in the city, Lu Guangfeng as the prince of Lu Shao, has never appeared. Rosh's feet, because he stood in the snow too long, gave rise to a circle of frostbite. It itches and hurts when you blister hot at night, and your forehead is sweating. Wipe the ginger chip for him with a heart ache, he still tries to smile and tell me it's all right.

As usual, we go to the South Gate and go to the hillside outside the Gate where the most affected people are. Hu Yanping and Rosh's disciples carry more than a dozen bags of food. After today, we can no longer afford disaster relief. Only the last five bags of Xiaomi were left in the warehouse, but they were retained under my strong insistence.

Something went wrong at the gate. The gate was closed, hundreds of soldiers were patrolling, signs were posted at the door, too many people were crowded to see the contents. Someone came out of the pile, and I rushed to ask for advice.

“Alas, in order to prevent the uproar of displaced persons, the gates of the city will be closed from today and all displaced persons in the city will be expelled.” The old man shook his head with a cane and sighed, "freezing in the cold, which made it impossible to give the displaced people a living path. But who cares about them? I don't even know when I'll starve to death...”

My heart is cold and must have been ordered by Lu Guangcheng Prince Lu Shao. This is amazing! Seventy-eight thousand people, all women and children. Do you want them to live and starve to death? In grief, Rosh was seen walking towards the city gate, asking them to open it loudly. The soldiers still had great respect for Rosh, but none dared to open the gates privately. I walked over, grabbed Rosh's sleeve, shook my head at him. He slipped back in colour. Behind him came a cry of mourning. Looking back, hundreds of displaced people were driven away and crashed into each other.

Heavy city gates rolled open, suspended bridges dropped, and displaced persons were flogged and pushed out of the city gates. The atmosphere was tragic, and the aunts on the other side were overwhelmed.

“Isn't there a hint of compassion for this one?” Rosh grabbed a soldier who was beating an old woman with a whip and blamed him with sadness in a harsh tone.

“Don't you have a mother? If your own mother was tortured like this, would you put up with it? ”

The soldier stood still and stopped. I sighed and looked at Rosh. He knew what I meant, nodded heavily. In the present situation, it doesn't work with soldiers, not even the officers here. The only thing we can do is try to get Luzo to withdraw the order.

Without warning room, someone suddenly stuffed something in my hand. When I look back, I find myself holding a child as young as a year or two old. The child is wrapped in a stinking rag. Both eyes are deaf, as light as a leaf, without even the strength to cry. I searched and saw a young woman in the diaspora being rubbed and turned to cry at me: "Madam, you have mercy, please save my dog. ”

I grabbed the child and walked a few steps to catch up with her: "Okay, I'll keep it for you. I live on Siemens Avenue, and you can find it by asking the magician for his house. ”

All she cared about was crying, watching her child remain in love indefinitely, and walking forward in silence. I was stopped at the gate of the city, and I asked aloud, "What's your name? I'll come to you when the gate opens again. ”

“My name is Sue O. His father joined the army. His name is Wei Changxi. We are all Dunhuang Liuyuan people...” The woman shouted back and was pushed into the city gate.

The woman finally glanced at the child and shouted out of the pit of the dark gates. I tried to understand her words: “If both my father and I are dead, please adopt this child...”

The gate slammed and shut again, cutting off her voice raw. Outside the door came an instant cry, over the thick walls of the city, stabbing our eardrums with a single sound. The child in his arms seemed to wake up suddenly, his eyes widened and he cried slightly. Two small hands unconsciously grabbed in the air, caught my broken hair and sent it into my mouth to bite. The little mouth blurted out a word: “Hungry...”

Turn around and walk home, each of us is silent. Back at the house Rosh told me he was going to see Lusho and let's wait for him at home. I nodded, not really hoping to persuade Luzo to rescind the order. But I knew Rosh wouldn't give up without even trying. I handed over the child I had just adopted to Dong Ting and asked her to find some food to feed him first.

I sent Rosh to the door and heard another cry. Hundreds of displaced persons were picked up by soldiers from the alley and escorted to the city gate.

When he heard such a tragic cry, Rosh's eyes were red, his fists clenched, and his chest fluctuated sharply. Then he stood resolutely in the middle of the road outside our house, blocking the crowd.

The snow stopped all morning and began to drift again. The miserable white snow flakes fell on his old cotton coat and instantly melted into the brown red. He stood in the snow for more than a dozen days wearing my hat and his lonely back stood up.

I don't know what he's going to do, it's just that if he does, I'm his wife, and naturally I'm going to stand with him. So I stepped on the snow and walked up to him, with him, and blocked the people who looked at human life like ants with their bodies.

“Master, the magistrate is ordered to act, ask the magistrate not to embarrass the magistrate.” A leading little man stood up to Roche.

“Master, where are you taking them?” Rosh clapped his hands and bowed, respectfully but with a clear voice.

“The Prince gave orders to expel the displaced persons from the city in order not to disturb them in the city. ”

Rosh stared him in the eye and deliberately dragged his tail long: "Oh? How does the benefactor know they are displaced? ”

The man was a little panicked by Rosh's eyes, and he shouted: "This... don't be ridiculous. They have no household registration, are not from the city, and are naturally displaced persons. ”

Rosh followed closely: “General Lu entered the city of Aung Cheng for only four months, during which time he was in a state of rebellion and was awaiting a great deal of ruin. None of those with whom we have come have had the opportunity to obtain household registration. Was Rosh from the West, not an aunt, a displaced person? ”

“This…” the man was choked, his eyes dared not look at Rosh, and the flame went down, "Naturally the magician is not. How can a magician compare his residence to those in exile, even if he has no household registration? ”

Rosh stepped forward and pressed for another sentence: "Well, isn't it displaced to have a place to live? ”

“I suppose so...” The little man started looking backwards and his voice was weak.

He looked at me and I understood what he meant, walking past and opening our doors.

Rosh joins hands and smiles slightly at the corner of his mouth: "Master, these are all the guests Rosh invited, and this is where they live in the city. ”

Little boss opened his mouth and stared at Rosh mute. I took him distracted and greeted the displaced people into the house. At first, the displaced people were stunned, awakened, swarmed in, and suddenly squeezed the water out of our yard.

“This… magician…. How is this going to cross the ranks?” The man was a little overwhelmed and stunned.

I indicated that Hu Yanping inside closed the door and stood outside the door staring calmly. Rosh walked over, stood with me, guarded the door.

During the impasse, the sound of horseshoes was heard from far and close, and a large group of people came this way. As the horse approached, Lu Guangli was the son of Lu Shao. He had no merit, just because he was a son, gained this position. When Lu Guangguang died, he was forced to kill himself. However, at this time, he had just been made a prince, which was precisely when the spring breeze was proud.

I was surprised to see the followers around him. The tall man riding on the red pony is really frustrating. Instead of going to war with his uncle and cousin, he stayed with his aunt.

Little boss saw Lu Shao come and rushed to report the matter to Lu Shao in order to clear up the relationship. Lu Shao asked a few questions, frowned and jumped off the horse and came to us.

“Master, this son knows the Master's mercy. But these desperate people work hard and beg for food every day. Where's the surplus food feeding them in town? Keeping them in the city, burglary occurs when robbery is not a crime. This decree is also for the benefit of the inhabitants of the city. ”

“Prince, how can a woman and a child steal a robbery if they are starving to no avail? ”

He looked up at Lusho's eyes and raised his chin angrily: “The Prince will not forget that these displaced fathers and sons have been conscripted and are rebelling against the Ryongwang. Without wishing to do so, the Prince expelled the parents, wives and children of those who had died in battle from the city and left them to perish. How can the Prince bear to see a corpse in the wind? ”

“This...” Lu Shao was provoked and held up his horse whip with a stranglehold. “Is the Master so blatantly disobeying the orders of the Son that he wants to...”

“Prince!” Monson interrupted him and jumped off the horse.

He walked over to Lusho, first sitting with Rosh in his hand, and then turned to Lusho and said, “The Prince is in no hurry. Why don't you ask the magician if he can feed so many people on his own? ”

“Yes.” Rosh calmed his voice, answering forcefully, "Vermo interrogated, with all his illnesses, so I was sick. And if all things perish, I perish. I, Morosh, wish to follow the example of Master Favelimus, one day alive, so that they too may live. ”