The porridge is boiling, but it still needs to be cooled. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

If the hot porridge that has just come out of the pot is directly distributed to the victims, many people will burn their lips and tongues because they are too eager to drink. Even, because they have been hungry for too long, some people may be tempted to swallow and burn their internal organs directly.

In order to let the victims drink porridge as soon as possible, the soldiers used rainwater to extinguish the bonfire, and used a large spoon to stir it constantly to let the heat in the pot disperse as soon as possible.

As a result, the aroma of the food quickly wafts out.

"Goo-dong!" Some victims couldn't help but swallow their saliva.

"It smells so good! I could smell the smell of rice...... "Someone twitched his nose, his body twisted left and right, and his heart was about to move in the direction of the tent.

"Why don't you give us porridge? Do you want to starve us to death? Damn it, just go in and grab them! Someone was anxious and red-eyed, or maybe he was deliberately provoking trouble, so he stood up and walked forward tentatively.

There was another riot, which seemed to be on the verge of breaking out.

"Give me an honest squat! No one is allowed to crowd forward! I'll start receiving porridge right away! Disturbers, don't think about drinking porridge today! Zhou Bo took several teams of soldiers and kept patrolling the disaster people.

The soldiers were all carrying swords and supervising everyone with a sinister face.

Anyone who made trouble was immediately tied up and waited for Shi Jiao'e to interrogate in person.

After neatly tying up a few troublemakers, soon no one dared to step forward again, and the crowd who had been unable to sit still instantly settled down again.

"Niangniang......" Wanru called.

"Let's go, let's go soup kitchen." Shi Jiao'e withdrew her gaze and walked towards the nearest tent.

"I don't want to go in! What does this taste like? Stinks to death! I don't want to give these people porridge!" Han Lang covered his nose, with a reluctant face, and even a trace of hatred in his eyes.

"These people have all survived the flood, and everyone who can make it here alive has gone through a lot of hardships. If you don't want to try what it's like to be flooded, and you don't want me to throw you into the river to feed the fish, just shut up! Shi Jiao'e walked over and happened to hear her son's complaint.

The floods in the southwest, the flood of victims, and the shortage of food have doubled the pressure in her heart, and she no longer has the patience to tolerate a crooked son everywhere.

"Slut! I'm going to chop you up and throw you into the river to feed the fish!" Han Lang gritted his teeth and looked angry, "When I grow up, I will definitely kill you!" I'm going to boil you into soup! ”

This was said by Liu Suizhu.

At the beginning, the Northern Jin Dynasty did not cook Shi Jiao'e into soup, which has always been a regret in her heart.

Shi Jiao'e didn't answer, just walked over with an indifferent expression, took Han Lang's arm, and dragged him into the tent.

"Wanxi, notify me and let the victims come to receive the porridge." Shi Jiao'e commanded in a deep voice, and said to Han Lang again, "I'll put the porridge ready, and you are responsible for handing it to the victims, be careful not to spill it." ”

Han Lang stiffened his neck and refused to speak.

Soon, the first victim walked in.

It was a middle-aged man, covered in muddy water and exuding a strong rancid smell. He didn't bring a bowl, not even the most broken stone bowl, so he could only rub his hands, put his hands together in a hand, and held them in the direction of Shi Jiao'e through the steaming heat, looking uneasy.

He wanted to hold the porridge with his hands.

"I've got a bowl here, you can finish it before leaving." Shi Jiao'e comforted him.

Zhou Bo was more thoughtful, and even brought many stone bowls used by the soldiers and distributed them in each tent. If it is really as Shi Jiao'e said, let the victims hold it in their hands, and a porridge with little soup and water like this will not be able to hold it at all.

The man nodded, then withdrew his hand in a winch.

Shi Jiao'e stirred the grains at the bottom of the pot, took out a bowl of hot porridge, and then handed it to Han Lang beside her, signaling him to send it over.

Han Lang hugged his arms and twisted his head to the side, but he refused to pick it up.

"Do you want the Liu clan to kneel for a few more days?" Shi Jiao'e had a cold face and threatened again.

"Humph!" Han Lang reluctantly snatched the stone bowl, didn't care whether he sprinkled it or not, took two steps forward, and pushed it in front of the man.

Because he was reluctant, he didn't serve it well, and at this time, his hand slipped, and the stone bowl fell directly on the muddy ground.

"My porridge!" The victim exclaimed in surprise, immediately knelt on the ground, picked up the half-turned stone bowl with one hand, and kept grabbing the rice grains sprinkled in the mud with the other hand and sending them to his mouth.

When he had almost picked up the rice on the ground, he looked at the shallow layer left at the bottom of the bowl, and he actually cried loudly, crying heartbreakingly.

Han Lang was stunned, he didn't know what he had done wrong.

Isn't it just a bowl of porridge?

As for it?

"What is there to cry about, it's noisy!" Han Lang muttered quietly.

When the victim heard his words, he raised his head sharply, his eyes blood-red, and stared at him viciously, as if he wanted to eat his flesh.

"There's nothing to cry about, it's just that I've been hungry for a few days!" Shi Jiao'e said in a flat tone, "After returning to the palace today, I will lock you up in Zhaoyang Palace, and before dawn tomorrow, you won't want to eat!" ”

When the victim heard the first sentence, he still glared at Shi Jiao'e, but when he heard Shi Jiao'e's words, he pulled the corners of his mouth.

He poured all the remaining porridge water into his mouth, and then used his fingers to pull the wall of the bowl little by little, and poured all the grains that were stuck at the bottom of the bowl into his mouth.

"Wait, I'll give you another bowl. As for the spilled, it was deducted from his meal! Shi Jiao'e pointed to Han Lang, hoping that through this incident, her son could realize the hardships of the world and the cruelty of reality.

"Why are you holding me?" Han Lang stiffened his neck with an unconvinced look.

Shi Jiao'e ignored him, just refilled the porridge and asked Wanxi to hand it to the man.

After a while, the man finished his porridge, and a second victim came in.

Shi Jiao'e still didn't speak, just stuffed her head and served porridge, handed it to Wanxi when it was finished, and then continued to serve the next one.

Han Lang hung his head and didn't say a word.

He was still unconvinced, feeling that he had done nothing wrong, and that Shi Jiao'e was deliberately looking for trouble. However, as more and more people came in, his expression gradually changed.

There is a father with a son, who feeds the child hot porridge one bite at a time, but he secretly swallows his saliva. Obviously they were dirty pariahs, full of unpleasant smells, but it was rare that Han Lang didn't dislike them, but felt inexplicably sad and wanted to serve another bowl to that father.

In addition, there are older brothers who protect their younger sisters, and there are older sisters who take younger brothers. There are husbands and wives who support each other, and there are children who support their parents. There are a lot of people, a lot of victims, many, many people, so many that you can't see the edge at a glance.

However, I don't know when the tyranny in Han Lang's heart gradually disappeared. The unruly in his eyes has disappeared.

He even took over Wanxi's work and began to deliver porridge to the victims.

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