Sichuan and Shu provinces.

Among the Yang family's mansions.

At this time, Yang Lin was not in the mansion, and all matters in the family were handled by Yang Chengyu, the son of Yang Lin.

Compared to the miserable people displaced in Sichuan and Shu Province, this is simply another world.

"Young Master Yang, most of the grain trains that came in from Yunnan-Guizhou and other regions some time ago were transferred by us to the No. 3 warehouse."

"What the bosses mean is, when will these grains and the grains we hoarded some time ago be able to be sold out?"

The guard officer who followed Yang Chengyu asked cautiously.

"No hurry, no hurry!"

"When there is hunger outside, we can sell the hoarded food at a high price."

"Because at that time, people, in order to survive, anything can be sold!"

Yang Chengyu sneered, and he threw out the mahjong he was holding in his hand directly.

"Three of a kind!"

"Shijo~"

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After everyone played around, Yang Chengyu said to the guard officer standing beside him with disdain: "There are many diseases in this world, but there is only one disease that cannot be cured, and this disease is called the disease of poverty." ”

"A poor ghost with no money only deserves to starve to death outside the high wall, why do you have no money to live, waste my food?"

"Their lives are not as good as the dog I have by my side."

Yang Chengyu kicked the dog lying beside him fiercely.

The earth dog lying beside him "barked" in pain, and then ran away with his tail between his legs.

"After a while, those ordinary people who have a little money, their food should be almost finished, and then we will sell the food at a high price."

"Those people are crying and shouting, begging me to give them a bite to eat, I don't have any hobbies, making money is the most important thing."

Yang Chengyu taught the guard officer next to him a lesson, and pushed the mahjong tile in his hand forward.

"Paste, paste!"

"Give money, give money quickly!"

The guy laughed and stood up, and Yang Chengyu grabbed all the banknotes that were sitting next to the businessmen who were sitting with him.

At this moment, there was a sudden sound of chickens flying and dogs jumping outside the door.

"Young Master, Young Master!"

"Some soldiers are coming, and they're coming this way."

A servant ran out in a panic, his face extremely pale.

"Soldier?"

The corners of Yang Chengyu's mouth were hooked with disdain, and his face was full of mockery.

Speaking of soldiers, how many people in Sichuan and Shu Province are stronger than his father Yang Lin?

"Made, what birdman? Dare to break ground on Tai Sui's head, does he want to die? ”

"Fuck it, copy it for me!"

"This group of poor ghosts is really in a hurry, they dare to do anything!"

With a cigarette in his mouth, Yang grabbed a Mauser rifle.

"If you don't kill a few poor ghosts, they really don't know what it means to be high and thick?"

After speaking, under the leadership of Yang Chengyu, a group of "evil slaves" looked like ruffians opened the gate and rushed out.

Outside Yang Lin's mansion, a large group of hungry people under the leadership of Zhang Zongqing rushed over here.

Looking at the vicious slave of the Yang Mansion who came violently, Zhang Zongqing did not hesitate at all.

"Don't kill them, just abolish them!"

"Yes!"

After speaking, Zhang Zongqing raised the Mauser rifle in his hand, and pulled the bolt to fire a few shots in a row.

At the same time, the sharpshooters of the guard company also opened fire at the same time.

After the messy gunshots, a group of ruffians who looked menacing just now fell to the ground and howled wolf.

The guards and soldiers also strode forward, and Zhang Zongqing looked at these soldiers like ruffians, "Tie up all these guys for me!" ”

"Move the grain from the Yang Mansion first!"

"Today, I, Zhang Zongqing, am here, building a porridge shed to give porridge and give relief to the victims!"

Zhang Zongqing gave an order, and the guard company, under the leadership of Zhang Dabiao, rushed to Yang Lin's mansion.

Then, Zhang Zongqing turned to look at the victims who were already hungry and weak behind him.

"One of you is a cook, come forward and boil all the rice into porridge."

"In the year of the famine, I couldn't help much, but I had one or two bowls of porridge a day, and I insisted on it until the professional disaster relief workers entered Sichuan and Shu."

"When the time comes, as long as you have a strength, you will work for relief!"

"I will not leave any of you behind, you will definitely be able to hold on to the next year's harvest."

"Of course, I don't want to see you snatch food and other people's food, if I find out, your fate is not much better than theirs."

As soon as Zhang Zongqing's tone changed, he was extremely cold in an instant.

In the year of famine, it is also a time when ugly human nature erupts, and some people can even make food for their children, let alone steal other people's food.

"All in all, those who abide by my rules, I am in Sichuan and Shu for one day, and you can live forever."

"Even if I leave Sichuan and Shu Province in the future, there will be new officials to replace me and help you through the next difficulties."

Zhang Zongqing was concise and to the point, after going through the disaster relief in the Ganshan area.

He knows that this is the best way to improve the efficiency of disaster relief and maintain stability.

The disorganization caused by the famine is no less powerful than the famine itself.

As soon as Zhang Zongqing's words fell, the people who were numb in their eyes and like walking corpses seemed to see hope and light.

One by one, they seemed to come to life.

"Plop, plop ......"

One by one, the victims slowly knelt down in front of Zhang Zongqing like a surging black wave.

At this time, Zhang Zongqing is their hope and the god who "saved" them from hell.

They thought they were abandoned by the world, but at this moment, Zhang Zongqing gave them the same chance to live.

"Great benefactor, thank you great benefactor!"

"Thank you, thank you, if my family and I can survive this disaster, we are willing to be a cow and a horse for Eun Gong for generations to come."

"Nannan, great, you can live, you can live, kowtow to Engong, kowtow to Engong!"

"Mom, it's really good that we won't starve to death in the future......"

Within reach, these victims hugged each other weakly, and then kowtowed to Zhang Zongqing to thank him.

They have nothing, so they can only thank the benefactor who saved them from "hell" in this way, even a little bit of value.

Inexplicably, Zhang Zongqing's figure trembled a little.

A heartfelt touch.

The thanks of these victims can be said to be "worthless", but in Zhang Zongqing's view, it is already as heavy as a thousand pounds.

Didn't he travel back to this era just to change the fate of Huaguo?

And Huaguo is composed of such ordinary people.

As a soldier, the gratitude from them is an affirmation of Zhang Zongqing.

Zhang Zongqing looked at these victims, he stood up and received a solemn military salute.

And this military salute also happened to be filmed by a reporter from the United States.

Photographs and memories freeze in this moment.

Many years later, some of the surviving civilians would always be moved to tears when they mentioned the soldier who saluted the straight military salute.

For many little babies, they chose to join the army in the future because of the figure of this Chinese soldier.

This military salute has changed the trajectory of the fate of too many people.

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