South Gate Porridge Stall.
Pot after pot of rich and mellow hot porridge is brought to the earthen stove.
When the people standing at the back of the team saw this situation, their hearts, which had been hanging in the air, gradually calmed down.
Everyone hopes that it will be their turn sooner so that they can have a full meal.
Gu Zhenbei rolled up his sleeves, holding an iron spoon in his hand, and added porridge to the people's bowls.
The porridge is stirred evenly, with one spoonful for each person, without any bias.
Even so, there were still many people begging for more porridge.
A tall man pleaded with a flattering look on his face, "General, give me a little more, just a little!
"This is not enough, give me some more!"
Gu Zhenbei knocked on the iron pot with a stern face.
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“You add a little more, he adds a little more.
Are the people behind you still going to drink? ”
Gu Zhenbei was decisive in killing on the battlefield, and even a hint of violence he exuded was enough to intimidate ordinary people.
What's more, he spoke so loudly that the tall man was frightened and almost spilled the porridge because he couldn't hold the bowl firmly.
The man didn't dare to delay any longer, for fear that the big spoon in Gu Zhenbei's hand would hit him on the forehead in the next second.
He slipped away with the porridge in his hands as if he had greased his feet.
Gu Zhenbei muttered: "This job is really not easy!
After a few pots of porridge were distributed, more than ten people came to ask for more. ”
Xiao Jingzhou stood not far away and took in the entire scene.
He knew that Gu Zhenbei was a person who was most sympathetic to the poor people.
Gu Zhenbei had an iron-blooded way of dealing with the enemy, which made the enemy terrified.
But it is difficult for him to use force against the people, and there will always be a little room for him to maneuver.
Xiao Jingzhou felt it necessary to remind him.
So, he walked to Gu Zhenbei, raised his chin and pointed: "Uncle, look at the soldiers distributing porridge over there."
Gu Zhenbei heard the sound and looked over.
The soldier yelled at the man, "Go away! If you don't want to eat, get out!"
The man's bowl was snatched away and he instantly regretted it. He could only hold his face and go back to the queue.
Then the soldier yelled again: "If you keep making trouble, you won't be able to eat!"
The soldier's shout was indeed effective, and the people queuing behind him began to behave themselves.
Xiao Jingzhou said: "Zhiyi City has been experiencing drought for many days, and the prisoners exiled here have been mingling among the common people, and some of them are restless.
Test the bottom line step by step and slowly press forward. ”
After hearing this, Gu Zhenbei finally realized what was going on: "I was wondering why there were still people making trouble even though there was porridge to drink. It turns out it was all because of these bastards!"
Gu Zhenbei made up his mind that if anyone else came and made a fuss again, he would break his hand!
In the hall at the backyard of the government office.
Everywhere is filled with gold, silver, jewelry and precious porcelain.
Wang Xiebin was so hungry that he felt dizzy and exhausted, lying on the eight-immortals table.
In his right hand he held a golden cake.
There were so many treasures around him that he wished he could devour them, but he couldn't buy food with his money.
Wang Xiebin clenched the golden cake tightly, wishing he could swallow the gold to fill his stomach!
Just as he was about to try, his followers rushed into the hall.
"Military Supervisor. Someone came to report.
General Yang built a porridge stall at the South Gate and was providing porridge to the people! ”
When Wang Xiebin heard that there was porridge to drink, he immediately climbed up from the eight-immortals table and tried hard to stand up.
As soon as he stood up, his eyes went dark and he almost fell to the ground.
Fortunately, his attendant was quick-witted and rushed forward to support him, thus saving him from danger.
Wang Xiebin's eyes were not focused, and he pointed at the gate: "Go! Take me to the South Gate!"
When the group arrived at the South Gate, they saw a long queue of people.
Yang Jin was majestic and commanded the soldiers to distribute porridge.
I don't know how long these people have been hungry. When they see the big pots of porridge, they want to drink it all in one gulp!
Wang Xiebin waved his hand and said, "Let's go! Let's go have a good meal!"
There were more than a dozen followers behind him, with knives on their waists, and their unsteady steps quickened a lot.
When Haohao and his group were about to reach the place where porridge was being distributed, they were stopped by soldiers.
"This is outrageous! Open your dog eyes and see who I am.
How dare you block my way? You won’t be able to get ten heads chopped off! ”
Wang Xiebin raised his hand and was about to slap the soldier in the face, but was held tightly by a big hand.
He was originally a civil servant, and he could not lift his hands or shoulders, and the pain from the wrists was so severe that his face turned blue.
Wang Xiebin saw who was coming and gritted his teeth and said, "Yang Jin, do you want to rebel?
Be careful, or I will report you to the court and punish you for contempt of the court and disrespect! ”
The servants behind Wang Xiebin saw that their master's hand was clamped and they all drew their swords.
There were as many as two hundred soldiers blocking the road. Their swords were drawn from their scabbards, making clanging sounds, which frightened the servants so much that they took two steps back.
The strength in Yang Jin's hands continued to increase, and he wished he could just pinch Wang Xiebin's hand off.
He stared at Wang Xiebin and said condescendingly, "You are just a nominal military supervisor, and your official rank is lower than that of this general.
The reason I indulged you in your reckless behavior was just to get the court to provide disaster relief and distribute relief grain.
Who knew you were so useless.
Your master doesn't take you seriously at all and hasn't sent you a single grain of rice. ”
After saying that, Yang Jin threw Wang Xiebin's wrist away like a rag.
He snorted coldly and said, "Even if the king of heaven comes today, he still has to queue up!"
Wang Xiebin was so hungry that he thought that a wise man should not suffer a loss in front of him. After he had eaten and drunk his fill, he would always find a way to capture Yang Jin.
At that time, he will have the final say on the food in Zhiyi City!
"Let's go!" Wang Xiebin angrily took his entourage and walked back to cut in line.
Chen Gan saw what he was thinking and ridiculed him.
“The general has ordered that each person should have one bowl of porridge and no one may take it for others.
Those who cut in line and disrupt the porridge distribution order will be sent to the army as soldiers and will not be given porridge! ”
Hearing this, Wang Xiebin paused, turned around and stared at Yang Jin fiercely.
Yang Jin was seen with his hands behind his back, looking unmoved. He could only walk to the end of the line with a red face.
Chen Gan felt that he had gotten rid of his anger when he saw Wang Xiebin being humiliated and feeling frustrated for the past two years.
However, Xiao Jingzhou only learned about the movement at the South Gate after hearing Lu Feng's report.
He was staying at his place of residence at that time, writing a letter to Jiang Zhenyu.
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21st century.
Jiang Zhenyu was petting the cat while reading ancient letters.
[Everything is going well. People in the city are lining up to get porridge. I believe they will be able to recover their strength soon. 】
When Jiang Zhenyu saw the good news, he was truly happy for Xiao Jingzhou.
After working so hard for so long, she finally sees some results.
Jiang Zhenyu wrote a letter to remind.
【They have been fasting for too long and cannot eat too much at one time.
If abdominal pain occurs, gastrointestinal dysfunction is not good.
I can't explain it clearly in just one or two sentences.
This is also the reason why you had abdominal pain during your exile. 】
The letter came soon.
[Thank you for the reminder, young lady. The spoons for distributing porridge are distributed in fixed quantities and will never be given out in excess. 】
Seeing this, Jiang Zhenyu breathed a sigh of relief.
She was even a little annoyed. In ancient times, the disaster relief food distribution system was perfect, and Xiao Jingzhou had been reading the books of sages and learning how to govern a country since he was a child.
What she said just now was like showing off her skills in front of Guan Gong.
Fortunately, Xiao Jingzhou didn't think so, so she didn't get embarrassed.
"I almost forgot something!"
[The first batch of rice from the rice mill and the miscellaneous grains from the logistics warehouse have arrived.
Now unloading.
After the goods are unloaded, I will arrange a time to send it to you.
You will soon have food to feed the people. Are you happy? 】
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