Chapter 209: Elder of the Imperial Clan
Just as the freshly cooked porridge was brought out, before it could even be placed on the rack, the line descended into chaos. Everyone pushed forward, holding up wooden tokens that served as proof of their eligibility. The soldiers maintaining order swung their clubs indiscriminately, adding to the confusion rather than restoring order, while creating a cacophony of wails and screams.
Han Ruzi reined in his horse, stopping by the roadside to observe the chaotic scene outside the city gate.
Shang County was small and not far from the Capital – half a day’s ride at most. It lay on the essential route east toward Hangu Pass. Like many places, Shang County was overwhelmed with refugees and displaced people. The daily porridge distribution was a matter of life and death for many.
Dozens of followers waited behind the Weary Marquis. Du Chuanyun angrily declared, “Those government dogs! I’ll teach them a lesson!”
Du Motian held back his grandson with his horsewhip. “Don’t cause trouble. You may beat up the officials and run away, but what about these common folk? Will you come distribute porridge every day?”
Du Chuanyun was speechless, but couldn’t bear to watch the elderly, women and children being bullied. He could only say to those ahead, “Weary Marquis, let’s go. Why are we stopping here?”
“Hmm.” Han Ruzi remained motionless.
The officers outside the city gate had noticed this group of horsemen and knew they were nobles from the Capital, though they didn’t recognize their identities. Their leader was more cautious, quietly ordering his men to show restraint while approaching with clasped hands, smiling, “Sir, are you from the Capital? What brings you here?”
Han Ruzi pointed at the porridge line. “How many refugees are there here? How much rice is needed daily?”