In the morning, Pei Shaoqing mounted his horse, General Hei, as usual and rode with Ye Hanshuang toward the Hundred Households.
They moved at a leisurely pace, in no hurry, taking in the familiar yet ever-changing atmosphere of the city streets.
Soon, he frowned.
It seemed there were more beggars on the streets today.
Upon arriving at the Hundred Households, Pei Shaoqing immediately summoned Sun Youliang. "Mingde, the number of beggars in the city has been increasing these past few days. It truly pains me to see it."
"My lord, are you planning to distribute congee?" Sun Youliang asked.
Pei Shaoqing shook his head and said nonchalantly, "Take some men and drive them out of the city for me."
Sun Youliang: "..."
"Only leave the young, the old, and those who are genuinely disabled," Pei Shaoqing added while Sun Youliang was still stunned.
Sun Youliang's feelings were complicated.
'My lord has a bit of a conscience, but not much.'
