Chapter 88: Tit for tat will definitely protect the girl.
The lively little monks agreed repeatedly, put their hands together, and showed obedient expressions on their round faces.
The wooden door of the kitchen was half-open, letting in a faint candlelight.
It was already evening, and the rain that had been falling all day finally stopped.
There was still a pool of water on the bluestone steps in front of the door, reflecting the sparse stars in the sky.
"Swish, swish." The girl with ponytail picked up the knife and cut the ginger into thin slices skillfully.
Her knife skills have improved by leaps and bounds. The ginger slices are generally of uniform thickness. The light brown outer skin has a slightly rough texture, while the tender yellow ginger flesh is bright in color.
"Splash." The strong little boy picked up the wooden bucket and slowly poured the water into the pot, making a crisp and pleasant sound.
The washed rice rolls and jumps in the water.
"Fire!" Guizhier quickly struck the flint with the flint.
Sparks fell on the tinder, and she blew gently, and the firewood that had been placed in the hearth of the big stove began to burn fiercely.
The warmth dispelled the chill of the night.
In the pot, the aroma of ginger and rice permeates and blends together, and the porridge gradually becomes thicker.
The brown sugar added after the cassia twigs slowly melts. Through stirring, the brown sugar is completely integrated into the porridge, and the sweet aroma becomes more and more intense.
In another pot, a few fresh scallions and glutinous rice were also being cooked.
Guizhier patiently turned the wooden spatula, her eyes always focused on the pot.
"There are so many people affected by the disaster. Even if each person only has one bowl of porridge, the stored food will not last long." General Luan, who had settled the people, hurried over, looking worried.
He slowly sat down against the door frame, stretching his long legs.
The spear in his hand fell limply to the side.
The young man, drenched by the rain, had his chest heaving violently. The rain mixed with the sweat on his face, looking utterly disgraceful.
He opened his cracked lips and licked the corner of his mouth with the tip of his tongue.
"Everything will work out when the time comes. Have some hot porridge to warm yourself up first." Guizhier thoughtfully served him a bowl.
Steaming hot porridge is enough to soothe the soul.
The heat of the porridge passed through the bowl wall and reached Luan Shuangbai's cold fingertips.
He couldn't help but shudder, and then greedily held it tightly with both hands, feeling the hard-earned warmth.
He blew on the hot air and took a sip of the porridge.
The spicy taste of ginger and the sweet taste of brown sugar are released in the mouth, slowly flowing down the throat, making the pale face slightly flushed.
Luan Shuangbai sat up straight in an instant.
He took a few more sips and his movements gradually became faster, as if he had gained confidence in resettling the victims.
In the main hall of Dashan Fuhui Temple, a Buddha statue sits on a lotus throne, and curling sandalwood incense rises from the furnace and drifts slowly in the air.
The old abbot led the monks to kneel on the cushions and gently twist the Buddhist beads.
As the clear sound of wooden fish played, the monks put their hands together and moved their lips slightly.
"Mom, I'm hungry." The crying voice was barely audible.
The thin woman covered the little girl's mouth with her hand. What a sin.
Even though everyone's stomachs were rumbling with hunger, no one dared to act rashly because of the intimidation of the officers and soldiers.
The government promised to provide vegetarian food. Is it true or false?
"It's time to distribute the porridge. Everyone line up and don't crowd!" General Luan rallied, his voice a little hoarse, but with unquestionable majesty.
The victims' eyes suddenly brightened up, and regardless of their fatigue, they happily climbed up from their straw mats.
Next to the porridge bucket, Guizhier picked up a large spoon and stirred it vigorously.
The rice grains roll up and down while being stirred, emitting an extremely tempting aroma.
The thin little girl held tightly onto the corner of her mother's clothes, staring straight at the porridge bucket and swallowing her saliva constantly.
The thick ginger and brown sugar porridge was orange-red in color, sweet and spicy.
The people carefully took the bowl, not caring about the heat, and poured it straight into their mouths. The warmth flowed into their stomachs, and their whole bodies became warm.
"Thank you, young lady!" the woman thanked her repeatedly.
The other bucket of scallion and rice porridge was equally delicious.
The crystal clear rice grains are faintly visible, and the green onion whites are slightly floating, like jade dotted among them.
"Oh, it smells so good!" Anyone who picks up the bowl, takes a deep breath, and can't wait to take a sip.
Smack your lips with satisfaction and savor the taste lingeringly.
Outside the temple, the rain started to fall again.
But the people in the house were warmed by the two bowls of steaming porridge and sat around chatting.
"Beep, system prompt: Mission progress 99.3%."
As long as there is rice in the pot, the world will be at peace.
Guizhier's relief did not last long.
After eating and drinking their fill, some people began to secretly grumble about the possibility of a flood breaking the dam.
"I've lived here for decades, and the reservoir has always been stable. How could it burst for no reason?"
The stubborn old man poked his two sons with his cane and cursed.
The eldest son looked ashamed and stammered, wanting to explain but not daring to disobey his father.
"Yes, plum rains are common in summer, and this news is probably untrue." Everyone spoke one after another, looking suspicious.
I always feel like something is fishy.
"Hmph, you should have listened to me. We'll spend one night in the temple and then go home." The old man was proud of his wise decision when he saw that someone agreed with him.
He tucked his crutch under his arm, raised his chin, and shook his head with a hint of arrogance.
"Does this count as scolding the cook after having eaten your fill?" Guizhi'er was a martial artist with keen hearing, and she was at a loss whether to laugh or cry when she saw this situation.
The young scholars' originally clean robes were covered with mud, and the hems were even torn by the thorns along the way.
Fatigue and haggardness were engraved between his eyebrows.
Thanks to their daily physical exercise, they don't stagger and walk unsteadily.
Even so, many people's hands were covered with wounds and bruises from carrying luggage and rescuing civilians.
At this moment, he had just finished a bowl of hot porridge, and when he heard the criticism, his chest couldn't help but heave violently.
Someone gasped and said, "It's really like a dog biting Lu Dongbin - he doesn't know how to appreciate a good person!"
"There are so many people and so many opinions, it's not easy to govern at the grassroots level." Young Master Xie walked over with his hands tucked into his sleeves.
His voice was no longer as clear and pleasant as before, but rather a bit hoarse and strained, showing the difficulty of communication.
"If the situation gets out of control, Xie will definitely protect the young lady."
He looked straight at Gui Zhier, and the concern in his words did not diminish in the slightest.
Several pine candles in the hall emitted a yellow halo, and the flames swayed in the wind, illuminating the man's face.
Her eyebrows and eyes are picturesque, and her black hair is like a waterfall.
"Sir, the county magistrate is anxious to discuss the matter of grain storage with you."
A sentence suddenly interrupted.
The two looked back and saw Luan Shuangbai striding towards them, casually placing the butt of his red tasseled spear on the ground.
There was a loud "clang", which startled Xie Yuan so much that his eyebrows slightly raised.
Guizhier looked left and right, and always felt that the young general seemed to have something against young Master Xie?
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