Chapter 285 Whoever gives you milk is your mother

"Is there such a good thing?"

The old man thought it was a pity. If he had earned so much food two years earlier, he would have been able to do so. But now...

"So, Grandpa, just rest assured and take good care of yourself. With Marshal Bai here, we'll all have enough to eat in the future."

"Is this what Marshal Bai said?"

"Um!"

The dog nodded proudly, as if Marshal Bai was a relative of his.

"But what are you going to do for lunch?"

The old man had a new problem. After eating white rice porridge for two days, he felt that his hands and feet were strong. If he hadn't coughed twice, he would have wanted to go out to work.

"I've already thought about lunch. Grandpa, your porridge is cooking in a clay pot. I'll feed you in the morning before going to work. At noon, you can go to the kitchen and scoop it out to eat.

Wait for me to come back in the evening and I'll steam some white rice for you."

"I mean you, you can eat at home in the morning, what do you eat at noon?"

"So Grandpa is worried about the dog?"

The dog became happy and there were more stars in its eyes.

"I've thought about it. I'll fry some rice in advance and bring it with me. At noon, I'll just chew some fried rice and drink a lot of water, and I'll be full!"

"How can that be? Why don't you just cook some rice and bring it over?"

There was nothing else in the house except a small amount of rice.

The dog went out to work these two days and didn't even have time to dig wild vegetables.

This grandson is good in every way except that he doesn't take his own health seriously.

"Okay, Grandpa, this is much better than before!"

Seeing that his grandfather was full, Gou'er took the empty bowl and returned to the kitchen. He added a spoonful of water to the earthenware pot that had been used to cook porridge, brought it to a boil, poured the water into the bowl, and then scraped the rice paste in the pot with a spoon. This made a bowl of rice soup mixed with some rice paste.

When Gou'er finished cleaning the clay pot, the rice soup was already cold when he came back. He gulped down a few mouthfuls, wiped his mouth and went out.

There are many people like him in Qinzhou City.

The Gou'er family is just a microcosm.

The King of Jin's men disguised themselves as ordinary people and entered Qinzhou City to inquire about the news.

They thought that if the Great Zhou army entered the city, the people of Ximen would resist and protest, which would be equivalent to the Great Zhou getting an empty city. If the people did not cooperate, they would have no way to deal with it.

But what they saw was completely different from what they expected.

In the city, people who buy and sell vegetables, sell shoes and hats, sell chickens and ducks, all kinds of vendors compete with each other in shouting, and people who shop and bargain can be heard one after another. It looks more lively than usual.

The common people laughed as happily as if it were New Year's Day. There was no sadness at all about becoming slaves of a conquered nation, and no sign of the city being defeated.

The spy suppressed all the doubts in his mind and found the secret line that had been buried in the city.

Who knew that the hidden line was so indifferent to them that they wanted to cut off all ties with them.

The spy couldn't get any useful clues in the secret line, so he thought of going closer to the city defense.

But before they could get close, they were driven away. They didn't even get close to the edge, let alone figure out the city's defense layout.

King Jin, who was hiding outside the city, had no information from any informant, so he had to disguise himself and go into the city to find out what was going on.

What he saw was also a situation that was hard to describe. A few old guys were still praising Marshal Bai.

He suppressed his anger, grabbed one of the old men and asked, "As people of Simon, how dare you sing praises to a general of an enemy country?"

The old man glanced at him lightly. The ugly old man with inverted triangle eyes was even more unpleasant than him.

Such people have either done a lot of bad things or have been born with obstacles and curses.

"Old man, we ordinary people don't care about the Great Zhou Simon. Whoever can feed us ordinary people is our master.

Do you think this is the truth?"

"Bang!"

The triangular-eyed old man dressed as the King of Jin slammed his fist on the table, smashing the broken wooden table into pieces. Seeing that the situation was not good, the others quickly slipped away, leaving only the old man whose arm was grabbed.

King Jin suppressed his nausea and continued, "You snobs! Simon has provided for your ancestors for generations, yet you have no gratitude at all. Now that you've only received a few meals from the Great Zhou, you're already praising how great the Great Zhou is. You truly are ungrateful villains who only care about whoever feeds you. "

The old man stared at him warily. This old guy was suspected of sowing discord. No, he had to ask Gou'er to report to the higher authorities. Such a reactionary person could not stay in Qinzhou.

The old man shook his head and nodded, and Prince Jin looked confused.

"Old man, remember, you don't seem to be from Qinzhou. I'm kindly advising you to leave quickly. Otherwise, it would be bad if Marshal Bai's men heard you talking like this."

"Look, look, no matter how much you praise Marshal Bai, she's nothing but this. She's forcing the people to speak well of her, but the truth is nothing like that, right? The good things you just said were all forced upon you by her, right?"

Prince Jin was so excited about the truth that he loosened his grip on the old man's arm.

The old man looked at him as if he were an idiot, and took a few steps back when he let go.

"I wonder why you're so stubborn? When Marshal Bai enters the city, our people won't have to go hungry. Moreover, his soldiers never take a single needle or thread from us and treat us like family.

Although I am not talented, I can still distinguish between good and bad. If you want me to tell a lie, I would rather be beheaded! "

King Jin was shocked, not by the old man's words, but by Bai Li's appeasement strategy.

Who else could, in a new city in an enemy country, make the people put aside their hatred and prejudice against the enemy country in just a few days, quickly win the hearts and minds of the people, and gain the support of the people except Bai Li?

The old man ran away when he wasn't paying attention. His legs and feet were so nimble that he didn't look like someone who had been bedridden for days and was coughing to death.

The King of Jin wandered around for a whole day and had to leave the city before dark.

Now in Qinzhou City, one needs a pass or a city household registration to stay in the inn.

He hadn't prepared anything, so he had to leave the city first and make plans later.

He never imagined that the people of Simon would be bought off by the Great Zhou so quickly and would protect the Great Zhou Marshal everywhere.

Someone reported the abnormal behavior of a strange old man during the day to Bai Li in the evening.

"I understand. Give the person who comes one or two taels of silver as a reward."

Just as Gao Dani was about to leave, Bai Li said, "From now on, anyone who reports anything will be rewarded, depending on whether it's true or not."

"Marshal Bai, who do you think that strange old man could be?"

Gao Dani finally couldn't help but ask.

"He must be a spy sent by Simon!"

What Bai Li didn't say was that the old man was most likely the insidious and cunning King Jin.

No one would be as angry and embarrassed as he was.

"Okay, go ahead and get busy. Report any news to me as soon as possible."

"yes!"

The government office was brightly lit all night long.