Refugees lined up in an orderly manner to receive their porridge and rice.

In a certain porridge shed, an elderly ragged old man looked at the rice porridge with white flowers in the bowl, and he was in tears on the spot, and he was extremely moved.

He fled from Youfufeng, and on the way, his son robbed a large family of food in order to find something to eat for him, but was beaten to death.

sued the official, but no one cared at all.

Along the way, he was starving, and he ate everything he could eat at the roots and turf.

The first two years were fine, but this year it was a big disaster.

What kind of world is this!

The old man found a place to sit down, looked at the rice porridge in the bowl, and burst into tears. If the son and granddaughter were still alive and knew that there was porridge to eat, they would surely cheer with joy.

Only now, it's me, the old immortal, who has survived.

Alas!

The old man sighed, and there was only helplessness in his cloudy eyes.

On the other hand, the victims who had been making a lot of noise suddenly quieted down.

A two-horse car stopped, and with the support of the maidservant, a beautiful woman wearing a plain Confucian skirt walked out, less graceful and luxurious in the past, and more concise and simple.

The refugees had already knelt down and bowed their heads. They couldn't repay the kindness of their lives for a few days, so they could only kowtow to show their gratitude to the benefactor who saved their lives.

Yan Wei hurriedly asked the people to get up, she couldn't afford such a big gift.

Two months ago, she took her children out of the city for a walk, and on the way she saw the refugees gnawing on the bark of trees and feeding their hunger with weeds.

Yan Wei couldn't bear it, so she ordered the housekeeper to open a porridge shed outside the city to relieve these poor people.

However, disaster relief is a bottomless pit, and the court can't handle it for a while, let alone a woman.

In just two months, almost all the valuable items in the house were sold for food.

In addition, Yan Wei also gave nearly 10,000 stone of grain to other mansions, which was still in Lu Bu's face, otherwise, how could anyone lend it to her.

But even so, it can only be a drop in the bucket.

More and more refugees are leaving, more than 150,000 outside Chang'an alone.

After that, I really can't afford to raise it.

"Madam, you come here every day to give soup to help us all, what a great kindness. For a bodhisattva like you, the gods of heaven will bless you with a long life! ”

"That's right, if it weren't for you, Madame, I would have starved to death here."

"You are like our reborn parents, giving us the opportunity to be born again. In the future, I will do whatever you ask me to fight, even if I die, I will not regret it! ”

Some of the more middle-aged men loudly expressed their gratitude, and if it weren't for this lady, they would have become a pile of bones on the side of the road, for wild dogs to eat.

Yan Wei shook her head lightly, signaling that everyone didn't have to say thank you.

At first, she just wanted to accumulate more yin virtue for her husband, so that God would bless her.

Later, when she saw the smiling faces of the emaciated children and the ragged elderly, many displaced families were reunited, and the children were happy in the arms of their parents......

Her eyes were wet and she burst into tears.

Yan Wei realized that she might not have saved just one or two people, but many families that were about to be broken.

Small love is selfless, big love is boundless.

In the spring of the year when her husband set out on the expedition, at the family banquet, Yan Wei took a cup of light drink, a glass of green wine and sang again, telling her heart's wishes: one wishes Lang Jun is a thousand years old, the second wishes the concubine is always healthy, and the third wish is like Liang Shangyan, and the year after year.

Now, she wants to wish the people of the world peace and security, year after year.

"Madam, I heard that Da Sima is coming back today, won't you go and have a look?" In the crowd, someone whispered a reminder, for fear that they would delay Mrs. Shima's important business.

Yan Wei shook her head slightly, she used to look forward to it all the time, every day, for two or three years, looking forward to the flowers blooming and falling in spring and going to winter, looking forward to wearing it, but she couldn't look back at her husband.

Now that I know that my husband has returned safely, I am not in a hurry for a while.

At this time, at the gate of the city, the people looked out of the city, and a fast horse galloped out of the street.

You must know that this is the royal road prepared for the Son of Heaven, and someone dares to go on such a rampage.

Everyone looked at the sound, and their faces were stunned, and the one sitting on the gray-brown steed was actually two and a half years old?

Riding a horse and holding the reins was a heroic little girl, with a double ponytail, green silk tied with a red rope, the bell on her waist was ringing non-stop, about eight or nine years old, behind her was a five or six-year-old boy, tiger head, looking simple, holding his sister's waist tightly with both hands.

Not only was his face not afraid, but he grinned and showed two rows of teeth, smiling extremely happily and proudly.

Which little ancestor was released?

Just when the officials were suspicious, soon, more than a dozen followers followed closely behind.

Looking at this posture, it is not a doll of a small family.

Knowing that her father had returned, Little Bell was the happiest person, she put down the melons and fruits in her hand, and called her younger brother who lied that he was sick and did not go to school.

The two of them quietly went to the stable to pick up a good horse, mounted it, and rushed out of the city.

Little Bell, who is nine years old, begged her uncles to teach her how to ride a horse last year, and although her riding skills seemed particularly lame to the generals, she was proud of herself.

Out of the city gate, the little bell saw the magnificent team in front of him from a distance, as well as the flags that filled the sky.

She was so bent on going to see her father that she didn't think much about it, so she rushed over there in a daze.

However, this rush shocked the tiger soldiers who opened the way.

In front of the Holy Driver, there were people who dared to rush forward, and their first reaction was to think that an assassin was coming, and they were going to go up to capture and invite credit.

However, Wei Changlin, who served as the general of the Tiger Ben Zhonglang, stopped the soldiers under his command, and looking at the two little guys on horseback, he now felt a headache. As early as the year before last, at the birthday banquet held by Lu Bu for his beloved daughter, Wei Changlin had seen this little ancestor.

No one in Chang'an City knows that Da Sima's favorite is not his two sons, but this daughter who has been cared for in the palm of her hand since she was a child.

If someone injures the little bell, it is a light sentence to cut off the head and put him to death.

Wei Changlin is very contradictory now, if he orders someone to stop him, with the extremely fast galloping speed of the little bell, he forcibly cuts it off, and it is bound to easily hurt the two children on horseback.

But if he doesn't stop and collides with the holy driver, he will also be charged with dereliction of duty, which is not a trivial matter.

Unable to offend both ends, Wei Changlin only felt that his head was as big as a fight, and he was in a dilemma.

Seeing that the little bell was about to break through them, a fast horse quickly met them. At the same time that the two horses met and staggered, the man on horseback jumped over, jumped behind Lu Xiao, grabbed the reins of the horse with both hands, and strangled the horse that rushed forward.

The little bell turned around, but the man gently scratched her little Qiong's nose, and said a little dotingly: "You two little things, you are really getting naughty and naughty." ”