Without roads, civilians were trapped on the land all their lives, with no harvest in their fields. They had no choice but to drag their families with them and leave their homes in disregard of the law. As long as they reach the county, county and state capitals, the court's disaster relief can always help them survive.
There were refugees squatting under the city walls, and there were long queues in front of five or six large porridge pots.
The porridge in the pot is a little thin, but there is no gravel, so it can barely fill your stomach.
The city gates are locked and no one is allowed to enter or exit at will.
No doctor came out to treat the refugees, but there was a large shed near the city gate. Barrels of pitch-black medicinal soup were transported out by horse-drawn carriages, and then a few impatient-looking soldiers took large wooden spoons and poured them into the waiting queues of refugees.
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