Tang Sufan's words made the man in question look bitter, and his complex expression seemed to hide helplessness and resignation.
"Mr. Lang, it's not that we don't send them away, but that the workshop... won't accept them..."
After the man finished speaking, he looked around and lowered his head.
Tang Sufan raised his eyebrows. Are you going to stop?
I just didn't come after a day, how could I not accept it?
"No more?! Is that so?"
Tang Sufan glanced at the steward next to him.
Although the manager didn't know where Tang Sufan had the confidence to ask this question, Tang Sufan's words made him feel convinced.
The steward also said with an attitude of not offending others before others.
"Lang Jun, it's not that we have accepted it, it seems...it seems that it is in the workshop and it cannot be accepted..."
"It seems like just yesterday, there were thousands of sick, disabled, elderly and children admitted to the workshop. Not to mention whether there was so much food, there was not enough room to live, so they arrived late. Can’t catch up.”
Tang Sufan asked: "How many old, weak and young children like this are there outside the workshop?"
"Oh, I really can't count this in detail. This is too much time, and the workshop really can't handle it..."
At this moment……
"Accept? I don't know what's the use of accepting a group of old people and weak-armed patients? Ahem, cough, die, hahaha, forget it all!! Ahem~ Just die, hahaha!"
Before the steward's words could be heard, a weak voice came from the other side.
And this voice was that of the man squatting next to him just now on the edge of the shack.
But as he was talking, his chest was choked by the cold wind and he coughed.
Like a broken bellows, it wants to twitch, but at the same time it emits a miserable scream under the cold wind...
"What do you mean?"
Listening to this man's vicious words, Tang Sufan couldn't help but ask.
Sensing Tang Sufan's eyes, the man seemed a little afraid and shrank back, but the despair and numbness towards the world in his eyes remained.
The eyes changed direction, the chapped lips twitched, and murmurs suddenly came from the mouth...
"What's the use? What's the use? Saving a group of people who are of no use at all! Ahem, what's the use? We can obviously do the work?! We can obviously fight for that piece of rice! Haha, what's the use!"
"Don't you know that we can only work?! We are the ones who deserve to eat this food!!"
The murmur in his mouth gradually turned into the madness in his eyes...
even……
Finally, he grabbed the snow next to him and stuffed it into his mouth...
But what followed was another burst of piercing coldness that penetrated his throat, forcing him to cough and choke wildly one after another, and his voice became hoarse.
"Quiet down, I!"
When the steward saw this man preparing to act like a monster again, he couldn't help but drink...
These days, this person goes crazy from time to time, and sometimes even jumps to commit suicide.
Some were so hungry that they even took the grass used to build their shacks and ate them raw.
This kind of thing has become the norm...
"Who...who can give me a bite to eat, cough cough cough..."
And over there, in the corner, another refugee with a head full of withered hair spoke in a hoarse voice, as if he was talking to himself, but also as if he was talking to God...
The words of these two people seemed to arouse the thoughts of others. Just like a stone falling into the lake water, it soon set off ripples.
"Yeah, what's the use?"
"I'm hungry! Who... can... give me a bite to eat!"
"Cough cough cough cough!"
After a while, this quiet shack seemed to have resonated, and the sounds of wailing, crying, complaining, and even crazy curses echoed throughout!
It's just that under every sound, there is hidden the most primitive weakness and misery...
"Be quiet!"
"Quiet!!!!"
"Don't make trouble!"
At this time, the patrolling security men were also responsible for the task of shocking the victims.
At this time, some people who shout fiercely have to raise their sticks and raise their fists to shock them.
Even if Tang Sufan wanted to refute, he heard wailing sounds coming from around him.
He knew that at this time, their own lives had become the cheapest trash, and any dignity, morality, propriety, justice and shame were all nonsense.
The so-called respect for the elderly and love for the young in future generations can only be guaranteed if there are sufficient basic materials.
The weak noise that kept echoing in his ears made Tang Sufan really feel that life in this world was so fragile.
When human life is under the most direct pain and threat, the stronger the person's desire for life becomes, the things that are exposed and run counter to human nature are like the gravel in the desert that is slowly blown away by the wind, leaving only the most hurtful things. Human bone spurs…
Tang Sufan looked at the pale and weak faces of countless people in front of him, the desire for life of countless people, and finally...
I can only sigh helplessly...
Perhaps those refugees with parents or children would be happy to have their family members sent in.
In the eyes of these refugees, most of whom died alone, the good they received was probably greater than the evil they directly suffered...
Moreover, the term "changing children and eating food" comes from the years of disaster.
After all, that’s human nature…
If this group of refugees did not gather together and spread across Gyeonggi Province, the imperial court would only want disaster relief in each county to be relatively effective, instead of spreading rumors and causing countless refugees to gather.
There will definitely be more lives that can be saved, instead of letting a group of refugees who were already suffering from natural disasters die on the road one after another because of a rumor or a vain hope.
But when they came here, one after another came here but could not find the hope in their hearts.
At this time, if they were brought together, neither the court nor Tang Sufan could do anything for a while.
Damn it, aristocratic family!
Tang Sufan's frown revealed a bit of anger. Looking at these victims, his heart was full of blame for these idiots from the Aristocratic Family.
suddenly……
"Cough cough cough cough!"
The skinny tramp who had just made the vicious remarks seemed to have swallowed too much snow and sat directly in the corner of the shack.
The body fell down and slowly curled up. The madness in his eyes slowly softened. The murmuring in his mouth was still constant, but... this time, the murmuring suddenly changed his words...
"Save...can I save it? I can save it, hehehehehe..."
In the end, only a lingering silly smile remained on the fallen man's face.
"Is this what he is?"
At this time, when he suddenly heard the man's change of subject, even Tang Sufan faintly felt something was wrong.
The steward turned around and said: "Oh, by the way, this man is a madman, don't pay attention to him..."
Tang Sufan couldn't help but frown: "Madman? How can he speak so rationally?"
"Mr. Lang doesn't know something. This man...sometimes crazy, sometimes peaceful. I heard in the past two days...it seems...it seems like he came from Yangzhou. His parents were starved to death along the way, and his wife and children are unknown." He was the only one who survived and made his way to Chang'an."
"So a very good man was driven crazy. Sometimes he made all kinds of strange remarks and actions. If he didn't feel sorry for him, he would have been expelled..."
"So that's the case……"
Tang Sufan glanced at the so-called 'madman' again. From him, he could really see through the cruelty and helplessness of this era.
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