"Do you think these people are foolish? In such cold weather, they don't even know to make a fire for warmth. They deserve to be refugees."
Amidst the sarcastic remarks, Zhao Ya slightly furrowed his eyebrows.
Sometimes you don't need to have much compassion, but at least don't deliberately smack your lips when others are starving.
And now, the actions of these guards were even more vile.
As Zhao Ya was growing more impatient, a strong yet simple carriage in the middle of the convoy suddenly stopped, and a cold voice came from inside.
"Xiaoman, go distribute the prepared clothes and porridge!"
"Yes, Miss!"
A round-faced young maid jumped off the carriage, calling back to the people behind to start distributing clothes and food.
This action attracted many refugees.
At first, these people couldn't believe it was true, but when they really received the clothes and food, they were all stunned, and then they began to kowtow frantically to the carriage.
