Yang Guang's words.
Whether it was Yang Ye or Li Xiu Ning.
They all looked at Yang Guang in unison.
Giving out porridge personally?
Such words were actually said by Yang Guang?
Yang Ye was fine.
Li Xiu Ning's eyes widened.
Was this something Yang Guang could say?
It was Li Xiu Ning.
Or in the hearts of everyone in the world.
Yang Guang had always been the representative of cruelty.
Perhaps Yang Guang had great ambitions in his heart.
However, he had always treated the commoners as grass.
Regardless of whether it was the Third Expedition against Goguryeo.
Or to build canals, palaces, and cruises.
Because of this, countless people lost their lives.
He had never cared about the lives of the people.
But now, Yang Guang was actually going to give porridge to the refugees?
At this moment, Li Xiu Ning's expression was as if she had seen a ghost.
It was constantly moving around Yang Guang and Yang Ye.
Yang Guang was locked in the Cold Palace.
It should be less than ten days, right?
Why did it suddenly become like this?
If Yang Guang wasn't standing in front of him, he would have died.
Li Xiu Ning even suspected that Yang Guang had been directly replaced by Yang Ye.
Was this a fake Yang Guang?
Li Xiuning's eyes widened.
"Are you sure?"”
Under Yang Ye and Li Xiu Ning's gaze, Yang Guang slowly nodded.
Since Yang Guang had such an idea, Yang Ye naturally would not refuse.
Very quickly.
Yang Guang was standing in front of the nearest porridge distribution center.
He looked at the long line of refugees in front of him.
Yang Guang was silent.
They quietly followed the rules of the refugee camp.
He took the number plate from the refugees.
After the person next to him confirmed the enthronement on the booklet, he scooped up a bowl of porridge from a huge bucket and handed it to the refugees.
This was also the secret behind why the refugees were so orderly.
Each refugee's number plate had a serial number.
They could only queue up at the corresponding number of porridge distribution points to receive relief porridge.
Every time he received porridge, he would register it.
Every refugee with the same serial number would be placed in the same batch of camps.
Naturally, they were together when they received the porridge.
In addition to preventing false claims and over-collection.
If they found any refugees who didn't come to collect the porridge, the bank would send people to check the situation.
It was convenient to investigate step by step.
To put it bluntly, this number plate was a simple identification card.
It was also because of the number plate.
Although a large number of refugees had gathered here, they had always maintained a relatively orderly situation.
Yang Ye had such a strange but effective method.
Yang Guang and Li Xiu Ning both nodded in admiration.
On the other hand, Yang Guang had just started.
His movements were a little rusty.
Every time he took the number plate.
They had to look at the number plate for a long time and carefully size up the refugees.
The more he looked, the more serious Yang Guang's expression became.
This group of refugees was from all over the world.
Guanzhong, Longyou, Henan, Hebei…
It could be said that it covered almost all the places around Luoyang.
This was the case under Tian Zi's feet.
Not to mention other places in Great Sui.
Finally, Yang Guang took the number plate again.
He raised his head and sized up the person in front of him.
This time, it was an old woman who was already over seventy years old.
Around him.
She also brought two children who looked to be no more than seven or eight years old.
And this was also the most mainstream arrangement in refugee camps.
Most of them were women and children, and they had never seen any young adults.
This time, Yang Guang finally couldn't help but ask,""Madam, there's no one else in the house. There's no man either?”
The old woman was stunned.
Then, she pursed her lips, and her eyes seemed to be filled with tears."Official must be joking. If there were still males, how would they end up in such a state of fleeing?”
Yang Guang's body trembled and he continued to ask,""Where's your husband?"
The old woman shook her head with a smile." Dead. He died a long time ago. Eleven years ago, he was recruited to build Luoyang City. He died at the foot of Luoyang City and was crushed to death by falling rocks.”
Yang Guang's entire body paused.
There was silence for a few breaths.
"What about the children? You must have children, right?"
The woman nodded.
He seemed to be nostalgic and proud."Yes, this old woman has three sons.”
But for some reason.
As the old woman spoke, her eyes reddened.
"Then, what about your sons?" Yang Guang continued to ask.”
The old woman lowered her head in silence.
After a long time.
"Dead, they're all dead."
"My eldest son died in Liaodong four years ago when he was conquering the barbarians. They didn't even bring back their corpses. I heard that the barbarians made it into a temple.”
"The second son was building a canal and drowned in the river. His body was never found.”
"Third son…Third son left the only food he had for me and the children. He starved to death with his wife.”
The old woman seemed to be deeply in love. Although tears were still falling from her eyes, she said slowly,"In this world…which family in the refugee camp isn't like this?”
Yang Guang's hand that was scooping porridge could not help but pause.
"Madam."
"It's me. I've caused you all to suffer.”
Yang Guang's voice was pitifully soft.
It was so small that only he could hear it clearly.
However, his heart ached like never before.
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