No one knew why Zhu Yunwen made people spit in the pot, which was meant to be used to feed the people present.
Spitting into food and making a mess is obviously not a good thing.
However, Zhu Yunwen not only did it, but he also smiled afterward, as if he had accomplished something successful.
This left General Fu Youde utterly puzzled and baffled.
So Fu Youde said to Zhu Yunwen:
"Your Highness, should we continue to feed them this porridge? If it's really necessary, then we can forgo it. I will go to the military camp and allocate some of the rations from our 200,000-strong army to these disaster victims."
Zhu Yunwen shook his head and said, "No need, just watch, the show is about to begin."
Upon hearing Zhu Yunwen's words, Fu Youde looked bewildered, wondering what kind of show this was.
Is His Highness the Crown Prince's plan to defile this porridge, make these disaster victims feel disgusted with Zhou, and then refuse to eat it, in order to solve the problem of food shortage?
But this is clearly even more unreasonable. If you really don't want to feed these people, you don't have to set up soup kitchens at all. Why use this method to disgust them and spoil their appetite?
Sure enough, many of the people who were queuing up to receive a bowl of porridge grumbled and turned away with their bowls in their hands.
In the blink of an eye, nearly 20,000 of the 20,000 to 30,000 people who had been queuing on the huge street were now playing with the game, cursing under their breath, and turning away.
His face still had a disgusted expression.
Only about 10,000 disaster victims remained, still holding bowls and looking indifferent, waiting in line to receive porridge.
Fu Youde said to Zhu Yunwen:
"Your Highness, look at these many disaster victims, they're just not eating. If we wanted to starve them, we could have simply not given them any porridge. Aren't we going too far?"
Zhu Yunwen said with a smile:
"Look at the crowd leaving, aren't they all dressed quite well?"
Upon hearing Zhu Yunwen's words, Fu Youde carefully examined the nearly 20,000 so-called disaster victims who had left.
Sure enough, although their clothes were a bit old and worn, they were actually quite clean.
Compared to the people who stayed behind and were prepared to eat the dirty porridge, their clothing was actually relatively better.
Realizing that Fu Youde had not fully understood, Zhu Yunwen continued:
"Look at those people who left, aren't some of them even a little overweight?"
Upon hearing Zhu Yuntong's words, Fu Youde took a closer look at some of the nearly 20,000 disaster victims who had left.
They are not exactly thin; most of them have a fairly normal build, and some are even quite overweight.
However, Fu Youde still did not understand the reason, so he said to Zhu Yunwen:
"Your Highness, what does this have to do with getting our porridge dirty?"
Zhu Yunwen rolled his eyes at Fu Youde, thinking to himself that this military general's brain really wasn't very sharp.
So he took a look at Zhao Qingzhu next to him. Seeing that the confusion on Zhao Qingzhu's face was getting deeper, Zhu Yunwen smiled self-deprecatingly.
He clearly didn't expect Zhao Qingzhu to understand his intentions.
So Zhu Yunwen continued:
“Take a closer look. The bowls in the hands of the remaining disaster victims are very dirty. Not only are their clothes tattered and filthy, but they are also emaciated and pale. The bowls in their hands also look like they haven’t been washed in a long time.”
Look at those disaster victims who left. Their clothes are much better than those who stayed behind. Their bowls are very clean, and they even have chopsticks.
And none of them were particularly thin; moreover, after the porridge became dirty, they chose not to eat it. So do you understand why?
Zhu Yunwen thought he had made himself clear, but Fu Youde and Zhao Qingzhu still shook their heads.
Zhu Yunwen sighed and then explained properly:
"Those who left didn't eat because the porridge was dirty; they probably weren't very hungry. Look at the rest of you, why aren't you leaving?"
Because they were truly hungry, almost starving to death, who would care about a mouthful of phlegm in such a large pot?
Fu Youde suddenly realized:
"I understand now, I finally understand. Your Highness, you mean that those so-called disaster victims who left were not the real disaster victims."
They weren't starving at all; they were just pretending to be disaster victims. They were pretending to be disaster victims to take advantage of the situation and eat some free porridge.
Unfortunately, Your Highness has made the porridge dirty this week. They don't need any more food, so they naturally won't want the dirty porridge.
However, the disaster victims who were truly starving were already worried about life and death, and were trying every possible way to fill their stomachs.
They used tree bark and grass roots to fill their stomachs, so they naturally didn't care about the delicious porridge that contained a mouthful of saliva.
This didn't seem like a problem to them. So when they saw spit in their porridge, they didn't seem to care at all.
So this dirty porridge was able to feed the real disaster victims, and feed them their fill. It was truly wonderful, truly wonderful.
Zhao Qingzhu suddenly realized and said:
"So that's how it is. No wonder there was such a big difference in expression between the so-called disaster victims who left and the real disaster victims who stayed."
Those who remained had expressionless faces, without a trace of complaint, just staring at that bowl of porridge, eager to get it and eat it as soon as possible.
Those who left didn't even want to look at the dirty porridge; they just felt disgusted and grumbled.
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