Although it is said that the development of the entire society cannot be viewed in one-sided terms.

But if you can't see the darkness, or are unwilling to face the darkness, how can you achieve true justice?

Outside the city of Fuzhou, there were densely packed victims standing in the rain, waiting for relief from the porridge factory. Their clothes are in rags and their eyes are sad. Not long ago, they were the most industrious people in this land, but a sudden flood caused them to lose everything.

The fields full of hope, the sheltered homes, the carefully raised livestock, everything they valued more than their lives were lost.

Now they were standing in the cold autumn wind and drizzle, their bodies trembling under their thin clothes. Dragging the family, the old and the young, helplessly waiting for relief from the court.

They stared at the big steaming iron pots in a daze, holding the bowls in their hands tightly.

Men, women, old people, children.

No matter how beautiful the world is, there are darknesses, and these darknesses are the epitome of all the misery in the world.

Even though he was an ordinary citizen in his previous life, Zhu Yunxi still lived in a world with abundant supplies and hope. After coming to this world, he lived in a magnificent palace, wandered around the prosperous capital, and enjoyed the support of the people of the world.

Seeing everything miserable in front of him was like a sword being stabbed in his heart. The heart-wrenching pain and the tremors of his soul poured into his brain.

On top of the war horse, Zhu Yunxi's eyes instantly turned red as he looked at the victims standing in the cold autumn wind and rain. His hands gripped the horse's reins bitterly to prevent him from trembling.

"Your Highness!" Xie Jin, who was accompanying him, saw Zhu Yunxi's face filled with sadness and comforted him, "The body is tired after a long journey, so don't get excited or sad and hurt your body!"

As he spoke, he also looked at the victims, and there was some sadness in his words, "The Ming Dynasty is too big, and natural and man-made disasters are unavoidable. God is ruthless, but people are affectionate, and the journey of thousands of miles of mountains and rivers is full of ups and downs!"

At this time, the honor guard entrusted by Zhu Yunxi passed in front of the victims. The soldiers in countless places, as if they were afraid of being collided, clenched their swords and guns and angrily opened the way.

The victims and the government officials distributing relief also saw Zhu Yunxi's imperial envoy's car.

They were all stunned for a moment. Many of the victims were illiterate. They didn't know who they were, but they knew he was a very noble person from the scene.

Suddenly, an old man with gray hair looked at Zhu Yunxi's festival flag and rubbed his eyes, and then knelt directly in the muddy water, "Fellows, the emperor sent Prince Chitose to provide relief to us!"

"Your Majesty!"

The victims knelt on the muddy ground with mixed and frightened cries.

Zhu Yunxi's heart twitched violently again.

Perhaps in the eyes of others, he is the emperor's direct grandson, the prince of Ming Dynasty, or even the future crown prince of Ming Dynasty.

But his soul is a soul from the hereafter.

Looking at the people in front of me in the cold rain and being beaten by the autumn wind, tears instantly emerged.

He suddenly remembered the unforgettable scene when he joined the army.

That day, there was a torrential rain, and they, the new recruits who had just joined the company, stood upright in the rain. In addition to the sound of rain, my ears were filled with the roar of the instructor who was also standing in the heavy rain.

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"Remember, if you become this soldier, your life will not be yours."

"From today on, your lives belong to the country and the people."

Zhu Yunxi was a child from a poor family and a son of the people. He could no longer bear the sadness in his heart at this situation and got off his horse.

The exquisite boots stepped on the mud, and black muddy water flew everywhere. Zhu Yunxi strode towards the porridge factory, and the guards and officials behind him quickly followed.

"It's such a cold day, and the victims are left to wait for relief in the rain!" Zhu Yunxi was furious. "The people don't have enough to eat, and they have to be wet in the rain. Aren't you expecting them to cause trouble?"

He walked to the iron pot with a canopy, which contained thick rice porridge. He picked up a long chopstick and inserted it directly into it.

According to the law of the Ming Dynasty, chopsticks should be inserted into the porridge for disaster relief without falling over.

Fortunately, the chopsticks were tilted but did not fall over.

However, just because the chopsticks have not fallen over now does not mean that the chopsticks did not fall over before.

There is no one coming from the center, so the local government is just pretending to fool people. Because the greater the disaster and the greater the victims, the more incompetent they appear.

If they were not thinking about covering the lid at the beginning, but how to properly provide relief to the victims, how could the disaster situation in Jiangxi have reached this point?

Yuan Wenqing, the Chief Secretary of Jiangxi Province, said behind Zhu Yunxi, "Your Highness, don't worry, the disaster relief porridge factories are operating in accordance with Ming law, and local officials dare not slack off!"

"Oh?" Zhu Yunxi sneered and said in a longer tone, "How did you hear that in the past few days, you had one meal a day, and it was rice soup that can make people's shadows appear?"

Yuan Wenqing was stunned and speechless.

"Moreover, I heard that there was sand in the relief food for the victims!" Zhu Yunxi gritted his teeth and looked at the local officials in Fuzhou.

"The food provided to the victims was ordered by the emperor and used Wuchang's military ration reserves. How could there be sand in the military rations?"

Yuan Wenqing was also furious. He looked back at the Fuzhou magistrate and gritted his teeth and said, "What did you do?"

"Your Highness, I really don't know!" Fuzhou Tongzhi and Tongpan said at the same time, "The grain shipped from Wuchang was transported directly to the porridge factory. Is there any possibility that there is sand in the grain?"

"Humph!" Zhu Yunxi sneered, "If there is sand in the relief food for the victims, it is a crime to behead. If there is sand in the army rations, it is also a crime to behead.

I will find out and won’t wrongfully accuse the good guys, but I won’t let the bad guys go either! "

As he spoke, he put his hand on the sword given to him by Zhu Yuanzhang at his waist, and suddenly shouted, "I came to Jiangxi to save people, but I also want to kill people. The disaster has become so devastating, who is at fault, we must give an explanation to the world!"

Jiangxi officials leaned over in fear and did not dare to say anything.

Then Zhu Yunxi looked at Yuan Wenqing and said, "Yuan Buzheng, when did you arrive in Fuzhou?"

Yuan Wenqing said quickly, "I arrived yesterday!" He quickly explained, "In Jiangxi, not only Fuzhou was affected by the disaster, but the four counties of Jianchang Prefecture were also severely affected..."

"But there was no civil uprising in Jianchang Mansion, right?" Zhu Yunxi asked with a sneer.

Yuan Wenqing chuckled and lowered his head.

The Chief Secretary of a province is the highest chief executive, but he was not at the forefront of the disaster before the Central Committee arrived. Based on this, his official title as Chief Secretary has come to an end.

The porridge in the pot was cooked and steaming, but the victims were still kneeling in the cold rain.

"Let the common people get up and put the porridge on the table quickly!" Zhu Yunxi said with a face.

"Chitose has an order, get up and get the porridge!" the guards shouted at the top of their lungs.

The food defeated the fear of the superiors. The victims stood up, their empty eyes filled with life, and the long queue seemed crowded.

The boiling hot porridge was served in broken bowls. Many people didn't care about the heat and devoured it on the spot. The smell of food also made the team of victims begin to feel uneasy.

Suddenly, a little girl was squeezed out of the porridge line, and she and her bowl fell to the ground in the mud.

An old man quickly came out of the crowd and picked up the girl. When the two of them turned around, they found that the spot they had been in was already occupied by someone. They tried to squeeze in but were pushed away.

"Liao Yong, Liao Ming!" Seeing this scene, Zhu Yunxi's eyes twitched and he shouted coldly.

The Liao brothers didn't hesitate. They walked into the crowded crowd with a horse whip and directly pulled out the men who were strong and pushing around in the line, and started to beat them mercilessly.

"Damn! Your Highness is here, how dare you squeeze in and grab?"

"You are also a seven-foot-tall man. Will you die if you eat too late?"

The sound of whips, angry curses, and the painful howls of men suddenly made the chaotic and crowded team suddenly quiet.

Zhu Yunxi walked quickly to the old man and the girl and wanted to say something, but the two sad and timid faces in front of him blocked the thousands of words in his heart, and he could not say anything.

"Old man!"

"child!"

Zhu Yunxi frowned and wanted to touch their muddy bodies, but stopped.

Then, Zhu Yunxi looked at the victims who were receiving the porridge, and roared with all his strength from his chest, "Common people, I am the direct grandson of Emperor Hongwu of the Ming Dynasty. I am the king of Wu, Zhu Yunxi, who came to Jiangxi to rescue you by holy order."

"Don't crowd, don't mess, don't grab! I'm here, and I will never let you go hungry again!"