After the place of the shopkeeper of the rice shop was replaced, a small part of the crowd in the queue for porridge began to stir, perhaps they saw that King Zhao's eyes were like torches and elite insight, and they felt that the very handsome official in front of him was not like an ordinary court pawn and was very easy to fool. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

King Zhao stood beside the guards who were making porridge, and the guards still had to look at King Zhao's eyes and act-

Although King Zhao was puzzled why there were people who deliberately pretended to cry poor among the victims, he was not cold-blooded enough to deprive these people of their share of porridge, but only to decide how much or less he wanted.

While King Zhao gestured to the guards who were making porridge, his ears and eyes were not lazy, he very much wanted to know how this bowl of white porridge with clear soup and little water would attract greedy and cheap people. For poor victims like the old woman just now, a bowl of white porridge is not easy to come by, but for the people who have enough food-

A bowl of bland white porridge doesn't seem so tempting.

Originally, the porridge team was relatively quiet, but the late arrival of a family in the distance caused a dissatisfied voice in the crowd, not because the family was not punctual, but from the dress and the complexion, the other party did not look like a poor person who had suffered from the disaster.

King Zhao followed everyone's gaze and noticed the difference in that family-

Walking in the front was a middle-aged man in his forties, his eyebrows were slightly anxious, and from time to time he turned back to urge the three women who were not in a hurry to follow behind. One of the three women was the eldest and looked like the mother of the two women behind her.

The most laughable thing is that this couple is very husband and wife, with a plump body and a round face, so it is very difficult to walk with a sigh and panting. Their daughters are much thinner, and they should have reached the age of loving beauty, knowing that blindly gluttonous and fattening their brains are not beautiful.

After King Zhao glanced at it casually, he picked his lips and sneered:

"Interesting ......"

The guard beside King Zhao followed the sound to probe, his eyes were slightly gloomy, obviously this guard also did not want to see such a philistine who plucked the feathers of geese.

"Your Highness, this!"

The guards stopped talking angrily, but King Zhao signaled the guards not to show off, his calm and breezy face didn't seem to care much, but in fact, he had already had a countermeasure.

At first, King Zhao didn't want to worry about it, after all, the locust plague in Tianyong City was very noisy, maybe these people were afraid that their own food would not be enough to survive, so they pulled down their faces to beg for porridge. But wouldn't the far-flaring behavior of the family in the distance attract more people who are not too poor to open the pot? Therefore, King Zhao had to change his mind and no longer be soft-hearted.

"Grind and grind, my daughter is spoiled by you!"

The voice came from the well-dressed head of the family, who had reached the end of the line at this moment, and Xu thought that Fang Cai and his group were indeed eye-catching, so they scolded his wife.

"My daughter's family loves beauty, and she always has to pick up a good look when she goes out, so why can't she wait? The porridge shed is located here, can it still run? ”

The woman's face was displeased, and she did not feel ********, but felt that the man's unwarranted complaint was clearly a crime of wantonness.

"Do you think the two of us are taking our daughters on a street tour! Don't you see what the city is like right now? How can you show your wealth at this time? Aren't you afraid that those poor and sour households will break through the threshold of our family! ”

Men obviously know how to judge the situation better than women—since they are here to pretend to be victims, the more embarrassed they are, the better, otherwise they will arouse public anger. And what makes middle-aged men jealous more than the anger of the people is that they are remembered by the hungry and crazy people.

The man's nagging made the woman a little impatient, and she took out a handkerchief to wipe the clean white porcelain bowl, and said perfunctorily:

"Okay, okay, the slave family knows!"

Seeing that the woman couldn't listen, the middle-aged man didn't bother to say any more, he turned around and looked at the long line in front of him, and was facing the intriguing and profound gaze of King Shangzhao.

The appearance of King Zhao made the middle-aged man feel a little weak, especially after looking at King Zhao, the middle-aged man actually had the idea of going home.

"Huh! Master, the slave family looked at the official in the porridge shed, and estimated that it was not small! ”

It turned out that the woman also noticed King Zhao, but her thoughts were diametrically opposed to those of her husband. The woman stood on tiptoe and stared at King Zhao for a while, then glanced back at her daughter, pulled the sleeve of the middle-aged man's shirt, and mentioned with a snickering face:

"Master, I think that official is the most suitable son-in-law for our family, why don't you let Feng'er and Jiao'er tempt later? No matter which one he fancies, let's let our daughter out, it won't be bad! ”

When the middle-aged man heard this, he glanced at the woman angrily, and teased casually:

"Think of good things! I haven't even figured out the details of the other party, and you still want to pull the red line? Come on! ”

The two did not talk speculatively, but it did not reduce the woman's joy in the slightest, she no longer discussed with the middle-aged man, but turned her head and motioned for her daughter to take a look at King Zhao. The two women who were at a prime age and were excited saw that King Zhao was so chic and dignified, and immediately lowered their heads shyly, but those carefully depicted eyes couldn't help but drift towards King Zhao-

The woman saw it in her eyes and understood that her daughter was interested in King Zhao, so she made up her mind to match this family business.

King Zhao, who was far away, did not know how he would react if he knew what the woman was thinking.

The efficiency of the soup porridge is very high, most of the victims strictly abide by the order, and leave after receiving their share, and after occasionally explaining the reason for the hardship, King Zhao will send a lot of porridge.

Seeing that she was getting closer and closer to King Zhao, the woman's face couldn't help but be happy, but the middle-aged man's expression became more and more uncomfortable, just because King Zhao stared at him a few more times.

The woman's daughters were even more shy and did not dare to raise their heads, twisting their fingers in a daze.

When there was only one widower left in front of the middle-aged man, the woman grabbed the middle-aged man by the neck and dragged her daughter behind her, and then moved out of position to bring her daughter closer to King Zhao.

How could King Zhao ignore such obvious hospitality, and glanced at the family at the bottom of the steps.

Who wants to patronize with only this glance, the woman's mind has already laid out a blueprint for a person to attain the Tao and a chicken and dog to ascend to heaven, and she spoke to King Zhao very unrestrainedly:

"This official looks at his eyes, I don't know where to get high?"

The guard, who had finished the porridge for the widower, was about to reprimand the woman for being rude, but was stopped by a warning look from King Zhao.

King Zhao looked at the woman with a light smile and said humbly:

"It's not worth mentioning."

The woman's face was overjoyed when she heard this, as if the general was a great official—King Zhao looked at the woman and smiled, suppressed the disgust in his eyes, and could only slander the woman in his heart for being ignorant and shallow.

The woman wanted to continue to inquire about King Zhao's family history, but she was frightened by the exclamation of the porridge guards with a thin exclamation—

"White jade bowl?" (To be continued.) )