Shu Yu’s expression turned cold. Just as Dong Huiying was about to intervene, Shu Yu struck with his palm, sending the knife-wielding man flying tens of meters away, spitting blood and unconscious on the ground! It was clear that Shu Yu was genuinely enraged. His inner strength was so powerful that even the head of the family wouldn’t dare say for certain that he could defeat Shu Yu in a fight. However, Shu Yu was a person who usually kept a low profile; he didn’t want to be a martial arts hero, preferring instead to stay by his wife master’s side as a delicate, sickly person. Yet, one can be kind-hearted, but not recklessly so. Especially when they came with the greatest goodwill for disaster relief, how dare these people commit acts of violence? If it were against others, it might be disregarded, but their wife master was the bottom line for these brothers! Shu Yu was truly angry. If it weren’t for this earthquake, they might have already reached Balibao, but these people didn’t know to appreciate kindness. What does the life or death of outsiders matter to him? He seeks no reward for good deeds but rather hopes for no evil consequences from them. Disaster relief turned out to be a heartbreaking and disgusting task! Shu Yu’s face darkened, looking at these disaster victims with great displeasure. ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ novelꜰire.net Dong Huiying chuckled softly, "Good people or bad, irrespective of time or place, they exist everywhere. All right, calm down a bit, lest you upset your health." Shu Yu’s expression finally eased a little. Afterwards, with decisively speed, they swiftly dealt with those causing trouble, attempting to seize grain or obstruct progress. Lao Si and Little Wu tied these people up with ropes, and then Dong Huiying organized the team to unload the sacks of grain from the carts. Those who knew gratitude helped carry water to boil porridge, while some elderly and children were expressionless and numb. But with just two carts of grain, how could that be enough to eat? Dong Huiying knew well that there were too many disaster victims gathered outside Wei City. Their supplies simply weren’t enough to distribute. However, she had heard a rumor, unsure of its origin, that Wei City had a grain depot, the largest within Qingfeng Prefecture. The depot supposedly stored a lot of grain, and these refugees came to Wei City hoping to find enough to fill their stomachs. In the face of disaster, for these survivors, living was the most important thing. Without food, they could only wait for death, and they had even gnawed the roots and bark of trees nearby out of extreme hunger, their path of travel resembling a swarm of locusts, devouring every edible thing. But due to the severe disaster and food scarcity, the price of rice soared to astronomical levels. Common people, having no silver to spare, couldn’t afford to buy any. It was heard that the disaster was also severe within Wei City itself. The city people kept the refugees out, fearing they would cause disturbances. After all, in such times, though the city’s grain wasn’t in shortage, it remained hoarded in their hands. They were reluctant to open their stores for relief, as what was consumed couldn’t be replenished. Dong Huiying thought for a while; this wasn’t a solution. Zhi Chen’s situation was yet unknown, and Shujun wouldn’t arrive for several more days. Somehow, they had to get through these next few days. Two full carts of grain were boiled into thin soup, each person receiving just a spoonful. Due to limited tools, Lao Si carved some wooden bowls on the spot. Even then, they had to take turns, each waiting for the other to finish drinking the thin porridge before taking the bowl to drink themselves. As dusk approached, Dong Huiying glanced at the city gate with a thought: The walls of Wei City seemed quite sturdy.