Dressed as the prince's substitute? I took the throne

Chapter 252: Shantytown in the South of the City

The shantytowns in the south of the city are where countless refugees gather.

After refugees from all over the world enter the capital, they will eventually choose to settle here, begging on the streets during the day and sleeping here after returning at night.

Ever since Zhou Chuxuan took charge of the Wu Dynasty's government, he has indeed paid attention to this place and has spent energy to govern it, but in the end there was no effect.

In addition to the constant internal and external affairs, Zhou Chuxuan gradually neglected this place.

It's not that he didn't care. Zhou Chuxuan also gave a lot of silver to these refugees so that they could build their own houses in the shantytowns. However, these refugees not only had no money, but also were scheming against each other and had no ambition to make progress. They even tried to divide up their territory in a shantytown.

Of course, they only dare to act arrogantly here. When they go out to beg on the streets, they still look humble.

Zhou Chuxuan originally wanted to use the allocated silver to find some craftsmen to help them build a house, but they refused and took the silver into their own hands, spending it on wine and women every day, and it was gone in a few days.

In the shantytown, a rather fat guy was lying in the innermost part, with a few younger brothers around him who kept massaging his back and bringing him water. He seemed very relaxed.

"Brother Hu, if we don't go out and get something to eat today, we'll run out of food!"

A younger brother beside him whispered.

"Ok?"

Brother Hu opened his huge eyes and gave the younger brother a big scolding: "Then what do you do for a living? Doesn't every household here have to hand in food? Where do they hand it in?"

The younger brother said timidly, "But Brother Hu, we haven't been out for a month. We've eaten all the food!"

"Humph!"

Brother Hu snorted coldly, cleared his throat and said, "Come on, come here!"

This shout immediately attracted dozens of younger brothers around, all of whom were young refugees.

They gathered under Brother Hu and usually beat the old, weak, women and children, forcing them to go out to the streets to beg for food, and then give them a portion of the food after they came back.

"Brother Tiger!"

Hearing the chorus of voices, Brother Hu slowly opened his eyes. "Tell them, from now on, they have to hand over their food every day, not just every three days! Otherwise, I won't protect them anymore!"

"Yes, Brother Tiger!"

At this moment, Brother Hu saw a young man standing in the corner, with his head down and not saying a word. He didn't know what he was thinking about so timidly.

"Hey, the guy standing at the back, what's your name? Get to the front!"

Everyone's eyes focused on him, and the young man standing at the end slowly raised his head, his face dark and covered in mud.

His eyes looked timid, and when he heard Brother Hu's call, he slowly walked forward and knelt in front of Brother Hu: "Brother Hu, my name is Song San!"

"Song San? What a bullshit name! When did you even get into my team?"

Brother Hu picked his nose and said disdainfully.

Song San whispered, "Brother Hu, I, I came here a month ago!"

"A month ago! Humph, I almost forgot. Did you hand in the steamed buns?"

Song San lowered his head and said, "I've already handed it in, Brother Hu! And I handed in a full twenty steamed buns!"

"Twenty?"

Brother Hu was slightly shocked, his eyes widened, he grabbed Song San's collar, pulled him in front of him, and said in a deep voice: "Where did you get the twenty steamed buns?"

When these people go out to beg for food, they can only ask for one or two steamed buns at most, and most of the time they can only get half a bun!

Song San whispered timidly, "I stole it!"

"What?"

Brother Tiger was startled for a moment, then he laughed out loud towards the sky: "Hahahahaha! Good boy, good boy, you can stay with me now! From now on, if I have a bite to eat, you will have half a bite!"

"That's damn clever!"

"Hahaha!"

Just when Brother Hu and others were immersed in laughter, the sound of horse hooves was heard outside, followed by a group of soldiers rushing in and surrounding the entire shantytown.

At this time, in the shantytown, apart from Brother Hu and his friends, there were only less than a hundred old and weak people huddled on the thatched piles, shivering.

Murong Xue looked at these refugees and couldn't help but feel pity in her heart: "Your Highness, these people are so pitiful. We have quite a bit of silver in our treasury. Why don't we rescue them?"

Zhou Chuxuan glanced at her. Nangong Yanling, who was standing beside him, understood what Zhou Chuxuan meant and said in a deep voice, "These guys, not many of them became refugees due to natural disasters or man-made disasters. They are basically a bunch of lazy guys who like to eat and do nothing!"

"I've investigated. These people originally came from decent families. However, due to the squandering of their wealth by some wealthy young men, coupled with natural disasters and the chaos of war, these wealthy families quickly declined, ultimately becoming what they are today!"

"Even if we give them a lot of money, they will never know how to cherish it. In the end, they will squander it all and become refugees again!"

There was no trace of pity in Nangong Yanling's eyes, as if she hated these refugees deeply: "We shouldn't care about the life or death of these people. There is no way to change people like them, they can only die!"

"Humph!"

After Nangong Yanling's explanation, Murong Xue understood everything and nodded: "If this is really the case, then they really don't deserve sympathy!"

Zhou Chuxuan glanced at these people and asked in a deep voice: "Master, these people..."

Zhang Wu yawned and said with a smile, "Your Highness, I've already brought you to the place, but if I continue to give you instructions, I'll be revealing the secret!"

After hearing this, Zhou Chuxuan had no choice but to give up and continue walking inside, using his own eyes to identify who among those people was the hidden Zhou Shaxuan.

It wasn't until she reached the innermost part and saw Brother Hu surrounded by the crowd that Murong Xue couldn't help but shout, "Who are you? Why are you acting so arrogantly here?"

When Brother Hu saw that it was a group of people wearing official robes, his prestige immediately disappeared without a trace. He rolled down from his seat and knelt down to kowtow: "Sir, sir, my name is Li Hu, a refugee here. I'm not trying to bully others, but I'm just a little stronger, so I'm here to protect them!"

"Everyone, raise your heads!"

At Zhou Chuxuan's command, the refugees raised their heads one after another, and as Zhou Chuxuan's gaze swept over them, they became more and more disappointed.

Someone once told him that the easiest way to identify a person is to look at his eyes.