Selling Myself as a Slave? The Dandy Husband Earns an Official Title for Me

A clear-headed, alluring beauty vs. a proud, dandy, pure-hearted loyal dog.

Gu Zhixing, son of the Grand Princess, is the leader of the capital's dandies. He spends his days with a group ...

Chapter 120 Riot

The next day, after Xinghui and others registered the grain, Shen Huaixu began to open the granaries and distribute the grain, set up soup kitchens to provide disaster relief and aid to the victims.

Shen Jintang arrived late, and as soon as she arrived at the disaster relief site, she had a table full of delicious food, mostly fish and meat, set out on a high platform.

Compared to bland and tasteless white porridge, it's like night and day.

Shen Huaixu frowned when he saw Shen Jintang's ostentatious manner, but ultimately said nothing and continued to arrange the disaster relief tasks here.

The disaster victims who received the relief porridge couldn't help but linger there, their eyes fixed on the high platform, unconsciously craning their necks.

The table on the high platform was laden with fine wine and food.

Just by looking at the food, everyone could imagine how delicious it must be, while the plain porridge they received seemed utterly tasteless.

How can the difference between people be so great?

I really want to go up to the high platform and divide up that table of good wine and food!

But it was just a thought. There were so many soldiers around; if they dared to make a move, they would be the first to lose their heads.

In this kind of world, who cares about their life or death?

But the food on the platform looked really delicious. Many disaster victims took a deep breath and drank a mouthful of white porridge with the smell, as if they had tasted the food.

"Get out of here! Don't linger!"

Soldiers began to disperse the refugees who had gathered there.

The noise was incessant and chaotic, but Shen Jintang seemed not to hear a thing.

She casually picked up a peanut, flicked it with her fingertip, and the peanut lightly leaped into the air, tracing a graceful arc.

She tilted her head slightly, her eyes darting around, watching the trajectory of the peanut. Then, without haste, she opened her mouth and caught it precisely, her movements swift, clean, and incredibly graceful.

"Is this person out of their mind? Why would they eat only peanuts when there's fish and meat available?"

Some people in the audience couldn't help but feel puzzled.

He had been watching the people on the stage for a long time while they were queuing to get their congee. The only thing they did was eat a peanut.

If it were him, he would have started eating lots of meat and fish long ago!

But his doubts didn't last long. Soon someone explained to him, "What do you know? Those corrupt officials must be tired of eating big fish and meat and just want some simple porridge and side dishes."

“You’re right,” the man nodded in agreement.

"Give it to me if you're not going to eat it! I like it! I love it!"

"You wish! Even if they threw it away, they wouldn't give it to you! Just eat your plain porridge in peace!"

The sounds of cursing and beating gradually spread around, which somewhat alleviated the resentment of the disaster victims.

The officers and soldiers tried their best to maintain order, but to little avail.

Shen Jintang looked down, her eyes turning slightly cold, and said, "If you want to receive food, you have to follow my rules. Those who don't follow the rules, get out!"

In short, the voice was not loud, but it was enough to awe people.

The refugees' voices gradually faded away.

They dared not anger Shen Jintang.

Shen Jintang looks like a high-ranking official, and her words are definitely reliable. If they really anger her, wouldn't they be waiting to starve to death?

This plain porridge may be a bit bland, but it's better than nothing!

Seeing that things had quieted down below, Shen Jintang's gaze remained fixed, even turning slightly colder.

"What's wrong?" After assigning the tasks, Shen Huaixu walked up to the platform and noticed that Shen Jintang's eyes were not right, so he quickly asked.

Noticing Shen Huaixu's arrival, Shen Jintang withdrew his gaze, stood up, and said in a low voice, "Add rice bran to the porridge."

After saying that, Shen Jintang lifted her foot and walked down from the high platform.

"Why?" Shen Huaixu grabbed Shen Jintang's arm.

He knew there wasn't enough food, but the disaster victims were already suffering enough. To tamper with the relief porridge would be too cruel.

Shen Jintang looked down at Shen Huaixu's hand, her gaze slightly cold.

Shen Huaixu noticed Shen Jintang's gaze, coughed softly to cover his embarrassment, and quickly withdrew his hand.

"There are too many disaster victims."

Having said that, Shen Jintang did not linger any longer and turned to leave.

Shen Huaixu frowned.

Are there too many disaster victims?

There were already so many disaster victims!

wrong!

Shen Huaixu suddenly thought of something, took two quick steps to the edge of the high platform, and looked intently at the disaster victims queuing up to receive porridge.

Nearly 20% of the "disaster victims" looked very strange, quite different from the real disaster victims around them who were pale, thin, and hunched over.

Fake!

These disaster victims are fake.

Damn it!

Shen Huaixu cursed under his breath.

These damned corrupt officials and unscrupulous merchants deliberately sent people to mingle among the real disaster victims, sowing discord and hindering the disaster relief process.

They don't want the disaster relief to succeed; they want to cause trouble; they want to prevent the Yellow River works from being repaired properly; they want to profit from the national crisis!

"Someone come here."

Shen Huaixu quickly gave the order, and rice bran was added to the porridge.

A few moments later, several people emerged from the crowd below.

"How can anyone drink this porridge if it's mixed with rice bran?"

"Yes! These corrupt officials must have embezzled the grain and lined their own pockets, and they're trying to fool us with this porridge mixed with rice bran!"

Some people even smashed their bowls on the ground and shouted.

As voices emerged from below, the emotions of the surrounding refugees were stirred up.

Shen Huaixu immediately ordered his men to drag out the troublemakers.

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