The Transmigrated Farm Girl Has a Cheat Code

Chapter 135 Blocking the Road

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"Which bastard stole this? Did you even see him? He even stole disaster relief grain!" Ding Wei had a fiery temper, and upon hearing this, he immediately went out to beat someone up.

Fu Bo shook his head. "They ran away, let it go! They weren't really lost. This temple is full of refugees; they stole food because they were starving."

Upon hearing this, Ding Wei sighed again, "We can't steal it! Didn't you distribute it to the temple? We still need to keep this grain at the fortress!"

As everyone was talking, the person who went to the temple to cook returned, carrying only a pot of porridge.

"Young master, the temple has nothing left, except some porridge."

Ding Wei glanced at it, then waved his hand dismissively, saying, "It's fine, at least it's warm."

The group shared the porridge and ate the dry rations they had brought. Some slept leaning against the wall, while others simply lay down on the ground.

Wu Xing had originally suggested leaving someone to keep watch at night, but it was too cold outside, with wind and snow, so Fu Bo thought about it and declined.

The group covered the carts loaded with grain outside, tying them with ropes several times before they felt more at ease.

Otherwise, if their grain had been stolen on the way to Wutai County, they would have been utterly humiliated.

Lin Yan didn't stop them from packing the items, even though she knew that tying them with rope wouldn't help. Anyway, with her listening to the noise, no one would steal them.

Whether the two thieving refugees were too cowardly to continue or something else, the night was very peaceful.

The next day at dawn, the group ate another meal of hot porridge and flatbread, then bid farewell to the monks and set off.

They had only gone a short distance when a group of people blocked their way.

They were clearly after the convoy, and they blocked the road by holding hands.

The lead carriage was Fu Bo's, and the driver, seeing this, quickly stopped the carriage.

"Young master, there are many refugees blocking the road outside."

The four people in the carriage were wondering why it had stopped. Upon hearing the servant's words, they exchanged a glance, and Fu Bo and Ding Wei lifted the curtain and got out.

Outside, a group of people were dressed in tattered, thin cotton-padded clothes, the cotton peeking out from the tears, offering no protection against the bitter cold. Their hair was disheveled, covered in snowflakes, their faces pale, their lips purple, and they trembled incessantly from the wind and snow.

But the eyes of the person who stopped their carriage were empty and greedy.

There were young people, old people, and children. The children clung tightly to their parents, their little hands red and swollen from the cold, a truly alarming sight. The elderly huddled together, coughing incessantly, their lives seemingly on the verge of fading away in the cold.

Their bodies and faces were covered in snowflakes, but they endured it numbly, their expressions blank. Only when they saw the convoy full of packages at the back did their eyes light up.

“Wang Tong and Ma Yuan said that the convoy is full of food and cotton-padded clothes. With these things, we can survive,” a man said excitedly, hugging the woman next to him.

“That’s right. With these things, Mother won’t have to freeze, and the children won’t go hungry.”

"There are so many of them, do we think we can beat them?"

"Didn't Wang Tong and the others say that they would help us get the things? We don't necessarily have to steal them. We just need to follow their instructions."

Looking at the refugees teetering on the brink of collapse, Fu Bo felt a pang of sadness. The refugees he had seen yesterday at least had a place to shelter from the cold in the temple, but seeing them here in the freezing snow today made him realize how small and fragile humans are in the face of nature.

Ding Wei looked at the people in front of him and shouted at the top of his lungs, "What are you doing? Get out of the way! We still have to go to the disaster relief site!"

The refugees looked at him, their eyes still resolute. A tall, thin man in a brown cotton coat stepped out from the crowd and said, "Gentlemen, we know you've come to provide disaster relief. Please, have pity on us! Give us some food!"

When Fu Bo saw this person, he frowned. This person was actually one of the people who had stolen things from in front of their monks' quarters last night.

Ding Wei remained unmoved, saying, "We've already given you everything, why should we go and do disaster relief?"

Upon hearing this, the refugees in front suddenly became noisy and started discussing it.

A man stepped forward and looked at him, saying, "Sir, we are refugees too! Are refugees divided into different classes? Others can receive relief food, but we can't!"

"That's right, Wang Tong is right, we are refugees too! Why shouldn't we be given to them!" The crowd suddenly became indignant.

An old woman with a child rushed to the front of the carriage, pleading, "Grandpa, please have pity on us! My child doesn't even have a thick cotton coat and is about to freeze to death. It doesn't matter if I freeze to death, but he's only seven years old!"

Ding Wei looked at the old woman in front of him and the bewildered child who knelt down with her.

Ding Wei frowned: "You..."

The people in the convoy behind also heard this and came forward to see what was going on.

Lin Yan followed behind, wearing a hood.

Seeing that the situation was turning bad and Ding Wei was clearly on the verge of collapse, Fu Bo stepped forward and shouted, "Everyone, don't panic! Let me say a few words!"

Fu Bo shouted loudly, and the crowd gradually calmed down.

"Gentlemen, this grain is to be taken to Wutai County. As you know, there is an epidemic there, resources have been cut off, and the people there are suffering terribly!"

"Moreover, we have left enough food for the temple, enough for you to last a while longer. In another half month, the weather should warm up!"

Hearing this, the refugees hesitated slightly. One of the men looked at the tall, thin man and said, "Ma Yuan, they said they left food for the temple. Shouldn't we go back to the temple?"

Ma Yuan glanced at him and said, "I've checked. How much did they leave? It's hardly enough for us to eat our fill! Besides, those monks need to eat too! When the food runs out, do you think they'll leave any for us? Only by getting these things can we guarantee our survival!"

"Hmph, as for the others, are you sure you want to care? Do you want your parents, wife, and daughters to live, or do you want other people's parents to live!"

Ma Yuan's last sentence was somewhat chilling. The man listened in a daze, pondered for a long time, and then his eyes hardened.

"That's right, we can only look after ourselves first."

"We don't want much, just enough to keep us alive! Please, sirs, have mercy!" Some of the elderly, women, and children in the refugee group began to cry out.

The people who came to provide disaster relief were at a loss when they saw this scene. What they said was true. They came to provide disaster relief, so why could they only provide relief to one place? Were they just supposed to watch them go and do nothing?

The shopkeepers exchanged glances, knowing this was a difficult situation. They could either harden their hearts and force their way through, since they were a group of grown men and not afraid of using force, but the other group was a vulnerable group and they couldn't be said to have done anything wrong; they were just trying to survive.

But if we really give them supplies, these people will want both food and cotton clothes. What about the other refugees we encounter later? If we distribute everything on the road, why bother going to Wutai County for disaster relief?