flstandardbreds Chapter 161: Relief
Chapter 161: Relief
The next day, Song Yu saw Qingluo leaning lazily against the doorpost at the gate.
I clearly didn't agree yesterday, but I still showed up here today.
Song Yu was happy and walked over: "When did you arrive? Have you had breakfast?"
Qingluo, wearing a veil, rolled her eyes at her and asked, "Are you still leaving?"
Song Yu was a little helpless: "Let's go," and turned back to look at Qingque behind him.
Following them out were Qingque and Qisha.
Four people were riding in a carriage, Qi Sha was driving, and there were three women in the carriage.
"Where are we going?" Qingluo lifted the car curtain, took a look, and asked casually.
Song Yu was packing his backpack when he heard the question and said, "Let's go set up a stall."
"What?" Qingluo thought she had misheard and looked at Song Yu suddenly.
Song Yu repeated: "Go set up a stall."
Qingluo looked at Song Yu in surprise, and after a long moment she asked, "Are you short of money?"
Song Yu stopped and said, "Not for making money."
"Why set up a stall if it doesn't make money?" Qingluo asked.
Song Yu didn't answer until the carriage stopped.
Song Yu got off the car first, followed closely by Qingluo.
As soon as she got out of the car, she covered her mouth and nose with a look of disgust on her face: "What's that smell?"
As he spoke, he looked around.
There are broken walls and ruins everywhere.
"Where is this?" Qingluo asked.
Song Yu said, "Slums."
"What?" Qingluo asked back.
Song Yu said, "There's a war on the border, and these are refugees."
"Disaster victims?" Qingluo murmured, and looked around again. Under the street wall, three or five men and women were leaning against each other.
He is pale and thin, and his body is weak.
There was also a baby, crying loudly, his clothes ragged, but his mother was trying to comfort him. However, the child was too hungry and just coaxing could not stop him from crying.
Song Yu said to Qingque and Qisha, "Take the things out of the box first."
"Yes." The two received the order and started moving things.
After everything is moved out.
Qingluo couldn't help but ask, "What's in it?"
Song Yu did not hide it: "Mantou."
Her voice was loud, and those who heard her words looked up.
Their eyes were glowing green, and Qi Sha and Qing Que stood beside Song Yu.
Song Yu winked at them, and the two opened the box. What caught their eyes was white cloth. Song Yu lifted the cloth, and the white steamed buns inside were revealed.
The refugees who were originally squatting in the corner began to make a commotion one by one.
Song Yu looked at them and shouted, "Everyone line up and come get your steamed buns."
This sound was like a switch. Those people were stunned for a moment, then they reacted and rushed forward immediately.
Qi Sha and Qing Que drew their swords as instructed by Song Yu.
When the crowd saw the weapons, they immediately stopped their impulsive steps and stared at Song Yu and his group with murderous eyes.
Their eyes were glowing green, and they were obviously extremely hungry. They looked as if they would rush forward again without caring about anything.
Song Yu didn't wait for them to act, and shouted loudly: "Everyone line up to get the steamed buns. If anyone wants to make trouble or break the rules, don't blame us for being rude with our knives."
At this moment, her face lost its usual gentleness and was filled with a hint of coldness.
Everyone looked at each other, not daring to take the next step.
Finally, it was the child's voice that broke the deadlock: "Mom, I'm hungry."
The woman looked to be no more than 20 years old, with disheveled hair and tattered clothes. She was holding the child's hand, and when she heard what the child said, she quickly pulled her to her side.
It was the child's words that bolstered her courage.
She slowly approached Song Yu, but didn't speak until she was right next to him.
Song Yu picked up the steamed buns from the box and handed three to her.
She got the steamed bun, still in disbelief, until the child beside her spoke again: "Mom!"
The woman finally came to her senses and said, "Thank you, young lady. Thank you, young lady."
Song Yu said, "Go and eat. Porridge will be served to you later."
As soon as he finished speaking, the sound of wheels of a carriage was heard at the corner of the street.
Everyone looked over and saw a young man driving a cart.
There were two large barrels on the carriage, each as tall as a person.
"Miss, I'm late." Qingxi jumped off the carriage and said to Song Yu.
Song Yu looked at the two large barrels on the carriage, and then looked at the four strong men brought by Qingxi.
"Let them put their things down." Song Yu said.
"Yes." Qingxi took people to move the wooden barrel from the car and placed it next to the steamed buns.
Song Yu opened the two buckets and found porridge inside. Although it was not made with white rice, it was enough to fill the stomach.
Song Yu called over the mother and son who had just received the steamed buns, and served them another bowl of porridge: "When you finish, you can have more."
"Thank you, young lady. Thank you, young lady." The mother and son thanked repeatedly.
Song Yu looked at the others who were still watching and said, "As long as you follow the rules and line up, you can come and get it."
As the words fell, everyone seemed to come alive again.
Slowly, the prototype of the queue appeared.
Although there is still pushing and shoving, no one dares to make too much noise.
The distribution of porridge and food was carried out in an orderly manner.
Song Yu handed the task of distributing steamed buns to Qingque and walked aside.
Qingxi prepared a table and chairs for her. After she sat down, she nodded to Qingxi.
Qingxi gave him a knowing look, then shouted, "If anyone is sick, please come forward and get a free consultation."
There was another commotion among the crowd.
They have been in Tianshu City for more than half a month. Eating is already a problem, so how can they dare to ask for medical treatment?
But now, a group of people came from nowhere and distributed food to them. Now they also want to provide them with free medical treatment.
This inevitably gives people who are already in despair a glimmer of hope.
With the experience of just distributing food.
Song Yu's free medical consultation gradually began to proceed in an orderly manner.
The first ones to arrive were the mother and son.
She said to Song Yu: "Miss, I'm not sick, I just want you to help take a look at my child, he..."
Perhaps it was because he thought of the current predicament and the innocent child who had to leave his hometown and wander around, that he was instantly filled with grief.
Song Yu said softly: "Don't be impatient, just speak slowly."
Qingluo stood aside and watched from beginning to end.
There were hundreds of refugees, and the food they initially brought was not enough.
But Song Yu seemed to have been prepared, and someone brought two more carts of food.
"You brought me here so that I can see you doing good things and then take the opportunity to influence me?" Qingluo said this with a tone full of sarcasm.
She wanted to tell Song Yu that these things could not change her at all. She had experienced a hundred times more miserable than these people had experienced.
She couldn't feel any sympathy for these people because of what they had gone through.
Song Yu wrote down the prescription and handed it to Qingxi behind him. After giving a few instructions, he said to Qingluo, "That's not the case."
"Why is that?" Qingluo asked.
Song Yu did this just to prepare for an opportunity in the future.
Although it is still unknown whether this opportunity can be used when the time comes, Qingling has his own plans and intentions.
But now that Qingluo asked this, he would not tell her the reason.
Song Yu said: "I just want to ask you for help."