When they were about to leave the territory of Xiliang, the official road was filled with refugees dragging their families along.
Looking at the emaciated refugees in thin clothing, the voices of the three children significantly lowered.
"Brother, look, they aren't even wearing shoes, aren't they cold?"
Daomang watched the passing refugees outside the carriage with a face full of deep confusion.
Daozi frowned and said, "That's because they are very poor, extremely poor." With that, he sternly told the twins, "You must study hard, otherwise if we can't keep our family's property, we will end up just like them."
The twins were startled, one threw themselves into Xiao Yeyang's arms, and the other into Daohua's arms.
Daohua comforted Daomiao in her arms, also looking puzzled at Xiao Yeyang, "Wasn't it said that after the planting of drought-resistant crops, the disaster had already alleviated? Why are there still so many refugees?"
