As soon as they heard that there was a rebellion outside, several families became very afraid. They were honest peasants, and even though they have suffered greatly from fleeing famine, they had never thought of rebelling.
"What's caused this chaos? What are we going to do?" Third Grandma's hands were shaking. Having lived her whole life, she didn't want to encounter such events in her old age. She was afraid, and worried that her daughter's family might run into the rebels on their journey to escape the famine.
"It should have been a mess long ago," Qin Er Lang sneered coldly: "The Emperor doesn't provide disaster relief, the officials of state government offices along the way are only thinking about their own preservation, blocking the famine victims outside of the Prefecture. Such a court should have..."
"Er Lang, shut up! Can one speak such words?!" Elder Qin scolded Qin Er Lang, not letting him continue. Speaking such words could lead to a capital offense.