Chapter 262 Chopsticks Floating
Many people are like this. They have the will but not the ability. Who can accommodate so many refugees? If they can donate some food at this time, it can actually be regarded as a timely help.
The reason why these refugees can make it here is actually because of the kindness of some cities, which allow them to get some relief and continue on their journey.
After all, in this world, there are bad people and good people as well. "Drink porridge, drink porridge, I'm so hungry..." Ye Lang suddenly found that he seemed to have not eaten for a long time. Now that such porridge was placed in front of him, he naturally wanted to go and eat it.
Ye Lang has never been picky about food, because his mother said that wasting food would be punished by God and is a sin. Of course, this mother is from his original world.
Long Anqi didn't know all this. She was a princess. Although she might be different as a princess, she would not worry about food, and she would not have that kind of awareness.
Ye Lang ran to the porridge distribution address, took a bowl of porridge, and then started to drink. At this time, although he was wearing good clothes, the dust from the journey and the contact with some people made him look almost like a refugee. The difference was that his clothes were still intact, while the refugees' clothes were a little damaged.
On the way, Ye Lang had saved several refugees who were about to die. With his medical skills, it was naturally no problem for him to treat them. This also let everyone know that the young man they followed was also a doctor, but they actually didn't know the level of his medical skills.
At this time, many people felt uncomfortable watching Ye Lang drinking porridge. If Ye Lanyu and others, especially Zhen Xiaoyan, saw them, they would not know if they would cry. They always treated Ye Lang as a treasure, and Zhen Xiaoyan even prepared the best food for him every day. Now he had to suffer like this. For them, Ye Lang eating this porridge was a kind of suffering, a suffering they could not accept. However, this was also a porridge to save lives. Many people wanted to have a bite but did not have the chance. It was just that Ye Lang was a little bit dissatisfied. He did not need to suffer this.
"Sir, how can you drink this..." someone said with some heartache, feeling sad that Ye Lang had to drink the porridge given to refugees like himself.
And this was all because these people had divided up all his food. "Can't I drink it? But I'm hungry..." Ye Lang was holding the bowl of porridge. He was a little confused and didn't understand why he couldn't drink it. Isn't this something that anyone can drink?
Obviously, he misunderstood and thought that others did not allow him to drink the porridge. "No, it's not that I can't, it's just..." At this time, the refugees could no longer express their thoughts and could not find words to explain the situation.
When they heard Ye Lang say he was hungry, they realized that Ye Lang had not eaten anything since he met them, but they had never noticed this.
"Sir, it's not that I don't allow you to drink, but you should eat better and shouldn't drink this with us." said the thin and dark man.
"It's okay. Anything that can fill my stomach is good. However, this porridge reminds me of a sentence..." Ye Lang shook his head and said after drinking the porridge.
"What?" Everyone was puzzled.
"When the chopsticks float up, the head falls to the ground," Ye Lang said.
"?? What do you mean?" The hoarse voice of the thin dark man sounded, asking the question on behalf of everyone else.
"This is a story. It was during a time of famine, and the imperial court set up porridge factories to distribute porridge to relieve the disaster. However, the porridge made by some factories was like clear soup, so the supervising officials were furious. They ordered that if chopsticks sank into the porridge but could float up, the officials responsible would be beheaded," said Ye Lang, looking at the porridge.
"I understand." Everyone understood, and also understood why Ye Lang thought of this sentence. Because although the porridge in front of them was considered porridge, it exaggerates the word "rare" to the extreme...
At this time, the person handing out porridge fell silent. Anger could be seen in his eyes, but he dared not speak. "Something is better than nothing. What else can a group of refugees ask for?" The man who had spoken so arrogantly before continued, while giving him a disdainful look. "Young Master? Humph, a young master among the lowly people..."
These people also noticed everyone's title for Ye Lang. They didn't understand why there was someone called "Young Master" among them. It seemed like they were joking.
Looking at Ye Lang's attire, they were even more certain of this.
At this time, Xiao Rui was still in the crowd because Ye Lang had not yet controlled her to come out, otherwise these people might believe that Ye Lang was a young master, and a young master of extraordinary status.
Xiao Rui was well cared for by Ye Lang and was spotless. Anyone who saw her would think she was a lady from a noble family. "How dare you insult the young master?" The group of people were angry. They would not allow anyone to disrespect Ye Lang, especially at this time when they were deeply moved.
"? Isn't he insulting you?" Ye Lang asked confusedly, "Didn't he just call you untouchables?"
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Hey, young master, can't you hear me?
"Forget it, drink the porridge here first and don't waste food," Ye Lang said to everyone. Although he didn't mind spending some money to buy better food, there was so much porridge here that he couldn't waste it.
Again, wasting food is not good.
There were also some hungry refugees nearby, and they also agreed with this, so they planned to eat the porridge first and settle the score with these people when they had the strength.
All of a sudden, thousands of people drank up all the porridge...
At this time, the arrogant man clapped his hands and prepared to return to the city, because he had completed today's mission and he didn't have to sit here in the wind and sun. He seemed to look down on Ye Lang and others with disdain.
Then, Ye Lang said something that made him stop...
"Going into the city"
What? Enter the city? Did I hear it wrong? These untouchables actually want to enter the city? The man stopped and looked at Ye Lang with some surprise. He saw that Ye Lang's face seemed to have no expression at all, very calm, as if he was talking about something very ordinary.
That’s right, it was just an ordinary thing, and it was very normal for Ye Lang.
"Stop! You can't enter the city. Didn't you hear what I said just now?" the official from the small town shouted. In theory, he should be an official, although he might be a small official, but he was still an official.
And from his attitude just now, it was obvious that this small official was the kind of person who looked down on others, or to be more precise, he looked down on civilians, not to mention refugees like Ye Lang.
Of course, if Ye Lang came alone, his attitude would be completely different╔……╗
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