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Chapter 14 There is a Porridge Factory in Dahuaishu Village
Chapter 14 There is a Porridge Factory in Dahuaishu Village
A gust of wind blew by, and the Guanyin soil held in the man's hand suddenly flew with the wind and turned into a fluffy yellow mist, scattered in the air.
When the men next to him saw this, they stretched out their hands to grab it randomly in mid-air, and then stuffed it into their mouths without caring about anything.
That appearance, as if caught some peerless treasure in nothingness.
The man was stunned for a moment, and suddenly a roar like a butchered pig came out of his throat.
"What the hell are you doing?! Do you know that it is the best Guanyin soil that I have collected with great difficulty?!"
With that said, the man was about to get up and fight Chen Yi desperately.
Chen Yi narrowed his eyes and stared at him with a sullen face.
The man struggled a few times, because his stomach was swollen like a ball and he was clumsy, unable to get up no matter how hard he tried.
Seeing this, several men beside him started to mock.
Xu Wanjun looked at these people with a gloomy expression.
Chen Yi raised his head, glanced at the big locust tree above his head, and suddenly waved behind him.
"Come here a few people and set up a shed here—a porridge shed."
The soldiers who had been following Chen Yi under Wang Chizheng's orders immediately stepped forward in silence, and built a shed not long after the men.
The man who was overthrown by Chen Yi didn't dare to make a fuss after he saw clearly the people following behind Chen Yi.
The other men also sensed that something was wrong, and subconsciously stayed away from Chen Yi and the others.
Only one of them with withered hair and dull eyes was left. He looked up at Chen Yi carefully, and asked cautiously:
"Master, what are you?"
Xu Wanjun glanced at Chen Yi, who had been silent since just now.
And just when Xu Wanjun was about to open his mouth to explain, Chen Yi suddenly said:
"I am Chen Yi, the fourth-rank servant of the Great Wu Dynasty, and I am the deputy envoy in charge of disaster relief in Longxi.
And the person next to me is the governor of Longxi, the chief in charge of disaster relief this time, Xu Wanjun.
In other words, we are here to provide disaster relief and distribute food to you! "
Several men were stunned when they heard the sound, and they all turned their heads to look at the porridge shed.
In the porridge shed, a soldier was carrying a bag of rice and pouring it into the iron pot that had just been set up.
"Mother! Your old man can only last one more day! The government has not forgotten us, and has come to cook rice porridge for us!"
After seeing the scene in the porridge shed clearly, the man with yellow hair was stunned for a moment, and then burst into tears.
This time, none of the men beside him laughed at him, instead they all burst into tears at the same time.
"My miserable daughter-in-law..."
"Son, the rice porridge you want to drink is finally available... Come back, my son!"
"Woooo..."
All of a sudden, several men next to the porridge shed hugged their heads and cried together.
The grief-stricken cries of several men rose into the sky along with the smoke rising from the porridge shed.
I don't know if it was the crying, or the attraction of the fragrance of porridge that gradually diffused. In the nearby village that had been dead and silent, after a short while, dozens of villagers in ragged clothes poured out to support each other.
Chen Yi couldn't bear to watch or listen anymore, so he turned his head and walked towards the ditch beside the big locust tree.
Xu Wanjun glanced at Chen Yi, then bowed his head and whispered to Wang Chizheng.
Wang Chi was returning to the newly built camp of the grain escort army. After a while, several teams of knights poured out of the camp and spread out towards the surrounding fields.
……
The news that the government set up a porridge factory in Dahuaishu Village to help the victims spread quickly.
Chen Yidu sat beside the ditch, staring sullenly at the dry and cracked land at the bottom of the ditch in silence.
The severe drought in Longxi affected millions of people.
How many of these millions of people are like the relatives of those men, unwilling to die before waiting for disaster relief from the government...
And how many people, in order to survive, do whatever they can, relying on tree bark, Guanyin soil, and even some human flesh, to survive until now?
But with so many people, how many can he save?
Before nightfall, there were thousands of victims in the Four Fields who returned to Dahuaishu Village with the food escort knights.
The three large iron pots in the porridge shed have never stopped burning since they were placed on the shelf.
The crystal clear rice grains roll in the water, emitting bursts of tempting fragrance.
Wang Chizheng led a hundred grain guards to surround the porridge factory, preventing the victims from attacking the porridge shed.
After Xu Wanjun severely punished a few hungry victims, the victims finally learned to line up.
Some victims didn't even have a bowl, and often a victim's bowl was used, and then the next person who rescued the grandpa and sued the grandma borrowed it.
At Chen Yi's suggestion, Xu Wanjun asked someone to build another shed next to the porridge shed.
Different from the porridge shed next door, this shed is specially used for steaming steamed buns.
As one after another grain carts were pushed out from the temporary camp next to Dahuaishu Village, bags of flour and rice were poured into steamers and large iron pots, and finally fell into the The belly of the disaster victims...
After Chen Yi got rid of the depression in his heart for a while, he took the initiative to distribute steamed buns to the victims like Xu Wanjun.
A puff of mist rose densely, and a basket of freshly baked steamed buns was placed in front of the victims again.
"You bitch, don't grab it!"
"The official said, each of us has it! You fucking grab an egg!"
"Master, why are the buns given to him bigger than mine?!"
"That's great! I, Niu Er, have lived for so many years, and finally met the legendary Lord Qingtian who will give disaster relief to the people!"
Listening to the noisy movement of the victims in front of him, Chen Yi grinned suddenly, amused.
These people, relying on his Chen Yi's temporary efforts, can not be starved to death, and won't become a pool of bones in the ditch by the side of the road. Then, it is not in vain for him to come to Longxi so hard...
"Brother, can you get me two steamed buns?"
Just as Chen Yi was daydreaming, a soft voice suddenly sounded.
Chen Yi lowered his head and looked in front of the makeshift desk.A thin and frail girl was looking timidly at Chen Yi with her small eyes.
"Sorry, little sister, we have normal food rationing rules here."
"One person can only get one copy."
Chen Yi squeezed out a smiling face at her.
But unexpectedly, the little girl suddenly wrinkled her nose and burst into tears.
When the little girl cried, several unidentified disaster victims around did not know whether they were remembering something heartbroken or something... They all raised their throats and howled dryly.
"A group of stinky beggars, why are you crying?! And you, where is the government? Who told you to put food here?!"
A burst of noise suddenly sounded from the end of the long queue of victims.
Chen Yi frowned, and looked at Wang Chizheng, who was drinking water from a water bowl.
(End of this chapter)
A gust of wind blew by, and the Guanyin soil held in the man's hand suddenly flew with the wind and turned into a fluffy yellow mist, scattered in the air.
When the men next to him saw this, they stretched out their hands to grab it randomly in mid-air, and then stuffed it into their mouths without caring about anything.
That appearance, as if caught some peerless treasure in nothingness.
The man was stunned for a moment, and suddenly a roar like a butchered pig came out of his throat.
"What the hell are you doing?! Do you know that it is the best Guanyin soil that I have collected with great difficulty?!"
With that said, the man was about to get up and fight Chen Yi desperately.
Chen Yi narrowed his eyes and stared at him with a sullen face.
The man struggled a few times, because his stomach was swollen like a ball and he was clumsy, unable to get up no matter how hard he tried.
Seeing this, several men beside him started to mock.
Xu Wanjun looked at these people with a gloomy expression.
Chen Yi raised his head, glanced at the big locust tree above his head, and suddenly waved behind him.
"Come here a few people and set up a shed here—a porridge shed."
The soldiers who had been following Chen Yi under Wang Chizheng's orders immediately stepped forward in silence, and built a shed not long after the men.
The man who was overthrown by Chen Yi didn't dare to make a fuss after he saw clearly the people following behind Chen Yi.
The other men also sensed that something was wrong, and subconsciously stayed away from Chen Yi and the others.
Only one of them with withered hair and dull eyes was left. He looked up at Chen Yi carefully, and asked cautiously:
"Master, what are you?"
Xu Wanjun glanced at Chen Yi, who had been silent since just now.
And just when Xu Wanjun was about to open his mouth to explain, Chen Yi suddenly said:
"I am Chen Yi, the fourth-rank servant of the Great Wu Dynasty, and I am the deputy envoy in charge of disaster relief in Longxi.
And the person next to me is the governor of Longxi, the chief in charge of disaster relief this time, Xu Wanjun.
In other words, we are here to provide disaster relief and distribute food to you! "
Several men were stunned when they heard the sound, and they all turned their heads to look at the porridge shed.
In the porridge shed, a soldier was carrying a bag of rice and pouring it into the iron pot that had just been set up.
"Mother! Your old man can only last one more day! The government has not forgotten us, and has come to cook rice porridge for us!"
After seeing the scene in the porridge shed clearly, the man with yellow hair was stunned for a moment, and then burst into tears.
This time, none of the men beside him laughed at him, instead they all burst into tears at the same time.
"My miserable daughter-in-law..."
"Son, the rice porridge you want to drink is finally available... Come back, my son!"
"Woooo..."
All of a sudden, several men next to the porridge shed hugged their heads and cried together.
The grief-stricken cries of several men rose into the sky along with the smoke rising from the porridge shed.
I don't know if it was the crying, or the attraction of the fragrance of porridge that gradually diffused. In the nearby village that had been dead and silent, after a short while, dozens of villagers in ragged clothes poured out to support each other.
Chen Yi couldn't bear to watch or listen anymore, so he turned his head and walked towards the ditch beside the big locust tree.
Xu Wanjun glanced at Chen Yi, then bowed his head and whispered to Wang Chizheng.
Wang Chi was returning to the newly built camp of the grain escort army. After a while, several teams of knights poured out of the camp and spread out towards the surrounding fields.
……
The news that the government set up a porridge factory in Dahuaishu Village to help the victims spread quickly.
Chen Yidu sat beside the ditch, staring sullenly at the dry and cracked land at the bottom of the ditch in silence.
The severe drought in Longxi affected millions of people.
How many of these millions of people are like the relatives of those men, unwilling to die before waiting for disaster relief from the government...
And how many people, in order to survive, do whatever they can, relying on tree bark, Guanyin soil, and even some human flesh, to survive until now?
But with so many people, how many can he save?
Before nightfall, there were thousands of victims in the Four Fields who returned to Dahuaishu Village with the food escort knights.
The three large iron pots in the porridge shed have never stopped burning since they were placed on the shelf.
The crystal clear rice grains roll in the water, emitting bursts of tempting fragrance.
Wang Chizheng led a hundred grain guards to surround the porridge factory, preventing the victims from attacking the porridge shed.
After Xu Wanjun severely punished a few hungry victims, the victims finally learned to line up.
Some victims didn't even have a bowl, and often a victim's bowl was used, and then the next person who rescued the grandpa and sued the grandma borrowed it.
At Chen Yi's suggestion, Xu Wanjun asked someone to build another shed next to the porridge shed.
Different from the porridge shed next door, this shed is specially used for steaming steamed buns.
As one after another grain carts were pushed out from the temporary camp next to Dahuaishu Village, bags of flour and rice were poured into steamers and large iron pots, and finally fell into the The belly of the disaster victims...
After Chen Yi got rid of the depression in his heart for a while, he took the initiative to distribute steamed buns to the victims like Xu Wanjun.
A puff of mist rose densely, and a basket of freshly baked steamed buns was placed in front of the victims again.
"You bitch, don't grab it!"
"The official said, each of us has it! You fucking grab an egg!"
"Master, why are the buns given to him bigger than mine?!"
"That's great! I, Niu Er, have lived for so many years, and finally met the legendary Lord Qingtian who will give disaster relief to the people!"
Listening to the noisy movement of the victims in front of him, Chen Yi grinned suddenly, amused.
These people, relying on his Chen Yi's temporary efforts, can not be starved to death, and won't become a pool of bones in the ditch by the side of the road. Then, it is not in vain for him to come to Longxi so hard...
"Brother, can you get me two steamed buns?"
Just as Chen Yi was daydreaming, a soft voice suddenly sounded.
Chen Yi lowered his head and looked in front of the makeshift desk.A thin and frail girl was looking timidly at Chen Yi with her small eyes.
"Sorry, little sister, we have normal food rationing rules here."
"One person can only get one copy."
Chen Yi squeezed out a smiling face at her.
But unexpectedly, the little girl suddenly wrinkled her nose and burst into tears.
When the little girl cried, several unidentified disaster victims around did not know whether they were remembering something heartbroken or something... They all raised their throats and howled dryly.
"A group of stinky beggars, why are you crying?! And you, where is the government? Who told you to put food here?!"
A burst of noise suddenly sounded from the end of the long queue of victims.
Chen Yi frowned, and looked at Wang Chizheng, who was drinking water from a water bowl.
(End of this chapter)
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