Buckets of mung bean porridge were sent out from a small door and taken away by a hundred small stewards one by one. Each of them would find an open space and be responsible for the two hundred refugees queuing up to get the porridge.

The refugees looked at the sticky mung bean porridge, their stomachs growling, and they wished they could rush over to be the first to eat it.

But everyone had to abide by the rules, otherwise Xu Yong's team would go over and grab the person and give him a couple of whips. With this bloody example, everyone behaved themselves.

Anyway, Princess Qingping said that everyone has a share, so everyone can always get a drink.

Everyone took a bowl and made porridge. The porridge was very thick. After taking a sip, the warm porridge slid into the stomach and quickly soothed the intestines that were cramped by hunger. Somehow, everyone's eyes were red.

I haven't had hot food for a long time, and it tastes so good.

Everyone drank the mung bean porridge with great care and were reluctant to finish it.

Xu Yong also tried the mung bean porridge. He was stunned after taking a sip. The taste was unexpectedly good, soft, smooth, and fluffy with a hint of saltiness.

Wu Ren and his brothers sat around him, holding the broken bowl and taking a big sip, "I've never eaten such delicious porridge, it's really strange, isn't it just a bowl of mung bean porridge?"

A younger brother smiled and said, "Maybe the mung bean porridge in Liangcheng is different."

A smiling voice rang out among the crowd, "This is the craftsmanship of Qingping County Lady."

As soon as these words came out, Xu Yong winked at his brothers and they all came over.

"What? Princess Qingping? She is a noble lady, how could she cook porridge for us?"

The tall man was dressed in tattered clothes, his face was covered in dust, and he looked gray.

But her voice was loud and clear. "Princess Qingping had suffered hardships before. She had endured a lot of hardships during the exile of her entire family to Liangcheng. She had experienced poverty and hunger. She could especially understand the difficulties faced by everyone. She had already arranged for mung bean porridge. Why mung bean porridge?"

The refugees looked at each other, confused.

The tall man said loudly, "Mung bean porridge clears away heat and detoxifies, and it has the effect of reducing internal heat and relieving summer heat. She saw that everyone came here in such a hot day, tired and hot, and she was afraid that everyone would get heatstroke."

The refugees were so excited. The Qingping County Lady cared about them so much and was so thoughtful.

The more sentimental refugees had tears in their eyes. "Princess Qingping is so kind. She only cares about us. She is different from those dog officials who don't care about our lives."

The tall man smiled and said, "That's right. The owner of Qingping County is kindhearted. She opened a snack street with her clansmen. She hired servants from poor people who couldn't afford to eat. They were given jobs and free food and drink. If you have been to Liangcheng before, you would know that this mung bean porridge is her signature dish. It is a gift from the owner of Qingping County."

His words were full of praise, and his admiration for Mu Wanqing was as endless as the Yellow River.

Brother Yong's eyes flickered, and he asked suddenly, "How do you know so much?"

This is Princess Qingping's man, but no one knows when he got in.

Everyone looked at the man suspiciously, but the tall man said calmly, "I've been to Liangcheng to visit relatives before, and my relatives took me to the snack street and ate mung bean porridge."

Suddenly, another subordinate of Brother Yong, A Jin, spoke in a gloomy tone, "What's the point of just drinking porridge? Doesn't she have money? Doesn't she have a whole snack street? She eats delicious food and drinks spicy drinks, why doesn't she give us meat?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the atmosphere became subtle.

The tall man sneered, "Who is Princess Qingping to you? Is she your biological father or mother? Or a relative or friend? Does she owe you anything? You are so shameless that even your own mother can't recognize you."

Ah Jin was not afraid at all. He stiffened his neck and said, "Isn't she an official appointed by the court? She has the responsibility to appease the people..."

"You are not a citizen under her rule, why should she care whether you live or die?" The tall man said fiercely, "Giving you a bite to eat is a favor, not giving you is a duty. No matter what, if someone gives you a bowl of porridge and doesn't let you starve to death, he is a benefactor. People should have a conscience."

Refugees are the most simple-minded group of people. "Yes, we must have a conscience."

"The Princess of Qingping County was very kind. She gave us porridge to drink. Other towns treated us like a plague and did not allow us to stay."

"That's right. No matter how much money Princess Qingping has, what does it have to do with us?"

Ah Jin's face turned pale and blue, his eyes flickered, "Why do you always speak for her? Are you a lackey she planted here to gather intelligence?"

This is also what Brother Yong and his group want to know.

The tall man rolled his eyes. "I really want to get along with her. She's a famous god of wealth. She's really good at making money. Everyone who gets along with her gets rich. They can eat delicious food and drink spicy drinks, and even eat meat every meal."

The refugees were immediately excited when they heard this, "Is this true? She has such a skill?"

They only knew that Princess Qingping was very capable, that she could operate a waterwheel and grow cotton, and that she was appreciated by the emperor.

But, can it make money? I've never heard of it.

The tall man looked mysterious. "Everyone in Liangcheng knew that the rent for her land only required 30% of the rent. At that time, the landlords united to protest and forced her to change it back. She was a weak woman but she insisted on it. She would rather offend the rich and let the poor earn more. She sympathized with the poor and felt sorry for the people's livelihood."

The refugees have experienced so much hardship and their hearts are broken, but who is born cold-hearted?

"I knew that Princess Qingping was a kind person."

Seeing a little light in the darkness is like seeing faith, and you want to hold on to it tightly.

To them, Princess Qingping was the light that illuminated their lives.

The tall man kept talking, "Not only that, she also built a workshop on the farm and hired thousands of people to work. The treatment was very good."

The refugees were particularly interested in this and asked, "Tell me what kind of treatment we are getting."

"The minimum monthly salary is five hundred coins. The more you do, the more you earn..." Seeing that everyone looked confused and didn't seem to understand, the tall man quickly changed his way of expression.

"For example, if you give a few coins for every extra piece of clothing you make, a capable woman can earn several taels of silver a month."

Brother Yong is very familiar with this. This is brainwashing, and he has done it countless times.

However, he did not dare to stop it, nor did he dare to argue. He could only watch others brag and paint a golden picture for Princess Qingping.

A few words popped up in his mind: to make wedding dresses for others!

Ahhh, I’m so angry, but I still have to keep smiling.

Princess Qingping is a monster.

The refugees didn't quite understand, but they understood one thing: if they followed Mu Wanqing, they would become rich!

"Oh my god, so many? Are you still hiring?"

The tall man successfully aroused the refugees' desire for money and a peaceful life, but he kept it a secret, "How should I know? Wait until I find a chance to meet my relatives in the city and find out the situation."

As they were talking, there was a commotion in the distance.

Everyone looked over and saw a notice posted on the city gate, which was brand new.

"What's this?"

The guard on the tower read aloud, "Recruitment notice. We need a group of able-bodied men to open up wasteland. Three meals a day and 20 cents in wages. First come, first served."

As soon as he finished speaking, several people spoke at the same time, "I'll go."

"I'm going too."

"Go, go, go, you'll have food and wages, this is a great thing."

Even if only food was provided, they were happy and rushed to go.

What's more, there is also salary. Twenty cents can feed the whole family.

The refugees rushed to sign up, and Brother Yong was pulled out to work and register everyone, which was extremely tedious.

Everyone surrounded him, talking to each other, and when they got excited they wanted to fight for the things. They almost got into a fight, which really exhausted Brother Yong.

He is just a tool!

He wanted to stop it and didn't want to send so many strong laborers to the government, but as long as he raised his head slightly, he could see the guns on the city wall aimed at him and moved as he walked.

If he dares to make any unusual move, he will be killed on the spot.

Within range is the truth.

This is too much. Not only is he being forced to do hard labor, but he is also being given a clear warning.

However, he couldn't calm down and think of a solution.

Look, there are thousands of people chattering around you, giving you a headache. How can you think?

What’s even worse is that the refugees who were not recorded expressed strong dissatisfaction and pulled him around to make him look bad.

If fighting wasn't prohibited, he would have been beaten to a pulp.

Although he has a good reputation, who cares about these when it comes to personal interests?

Brother Yong is going crazy. He really wants to throw away this offensive job!

But he didn't dare!

He seemed like the omnipotent Monkey King, but he was trapped in the Five Finger Mountain of Buddha and couldn't get out!

His ambitions were forcibly suppressed just as they were beginning.

He felt sad, but couldn't say it.

On the other side, another notice was posted.

"We are recruiting a group of female workers who are clever, well-behaved and capable. Those who pass the assessment will be provided with food and lodging, and will receive a monthly salary of 500 coins. The more you work, the more you earn. It is piecework, and there is no upper limit." The official explained the contents of the notice very patiently.

If you do well, there is a lot of money to be made.

This made the women very excited, "We still need to take the test?"

"Of course. The monthly salary is high, so the requirements are naturally high."

"Where shall I take the exam?"

"Qingping County Lord's Shuimu Farm, anyone who wants to try it out, follow these officials, first come first served, the number of people is limited."

The women quickly discussed with their families. Who would be willing to give up such a good opportunity?

Go ahead and give it a try. These officers can’t do anything bad.

They know nothing, what can they gain?

Of course, the main reason was that they believed in the character of Princess Qingping, who was a kind person who gave them mung bean porridge.

And with the emperor’s endorsement, if the emperor says it’s good, then of course it’s good.

Besides, if we really want to deal with them, wouldn’t it be easier to just shoot them on the spot?

Come on, I'd better go with my wife at home. If it works, the whole family can survive.

Look, a bunch of them ran away and half of the shop was empty.

Xu Yong watched the refugees leave in batches, feeling anxious but unable to do anything.

He knew that this was Mu Wanqing's strategy to divide them, but he had no way to deal with it.

Wu Ren and his companions looked at each other in frustration. This was different from what they had agreed beforehand.

They are people who are going to do something great.

Just when they were worrying, another announcement was released.

"We are looking for good farmers. They must be in good health and have rich farming experience. Food and accommodation will be provided. You can bring your family with you. If you want to work, follow these officials."

"We are looking for a group of odd jobs. No age or gender limit. The monthly salary is 300 coins. If you want to do this, follow these officials."

Upon hearing this, the old and weak people rushed forward one by one.

I can't do anything else, but this is fine.

Who would be willing to lose their head in rebellion if there is a way to survive?

As night fell, the number of refugees dwindled, and Zhang Yong and his companions became increasingly panicked.

Only a few of them were not allowed to leave and could only stay at the city gate. What were they doing?

Wu Ren was so anxious that he kept jumping up and down, "Brother Yong, it looks like we will be liquidated, what should we do?"

This Liangcheng is too weird. Before they can do anything, they are being stared at, and their every move is under the control of the other party.

What is this called? Die before achieving your ambition? Ugh, bad luck!

Brother Yong frowned, "This is all the work of the Qingping County Lord, divide and conquer."

Wu Ren rolled his eyes, "I know this, tell me something useful."

She only showed up once, but she took control of the situation and made everyone act according to her arrangements.

"Let's take a long-term view." Brother Yong was at a loss, facing an unprecedented crisis.

What can you do when someone is watching you? You better try to save your life.

The Princess of Qingping County is not a good person and kills people without blinking an eye.

Jin: ...Is this what I want to hear? Huh?

A loud voice rang out, "Xu Yong, Wu Ren, A Jin, Gou Zi, Yang Dan Zi, A Hai, A Niu, the Qingping County Lady wants you to come in."

The person whose name was called couldn't help but shudder, and looked at the slowly opening city gate, as if he saw the gate to hell.

Cowardly and scared!