A group of reporters are a little confused now, this is both military food and relief food, what are they?

And just now Li Feng seems to admit that he instigated the refugees to rob the grain, but why do they think that the grain is right?

This kind of question lingers in the hearts of these reporters, and at this moment they have many doubts in their hearts, waiting for Li Feng to solve their doubts.

Ignoring these arrogant central military and local government officials, even if they had eaten and drunk well before, the purpose of their reporters' trip was to find out about the theft of military rations and refugees, and the rest could be discussed later.

Seeing that these people were still so arrogant and unrepentant, the little fat man also laughed angrily, let go of the collar of this government official, and then wiped it on his collar, smoothed out the wrinkles on it, and finally said with a smile:

"Yes, if you're talking about the fact that the granary was looted by the refugees in that place, then I do admit that I instigated the refugees behind it.

But what kind of bullshit military food you are talking about has nothing to do with Lao Tzu, what Lao Tzu asked the refugees to loot was the relief food that belonged to them. ”

Li Feng's words were sonorous and powerful, and his knife-like eyes stared at these local officials and the central army, directly staring at them with a little fright.

Some reporters seemed to understand something, and cautiously probed:

"This means that the food looted by those refugees before was originally their relief food, but the government said that the military food was stolen, what is going on?"

The reporters all wanted to know the answer to this question, but a certain fat man smiled and spread his hands, looked at these local officials and the Central Army and said helplessly:

"I don't know about this, the food that those refugees grabbed is indeed relief food, and I can guarantee that this matter is true, because we have our own intelligence system, and as long as you have been around here, you should know how the military rations of the Central Army could be in the granaries built by some local officials privately.

Fools know that the relief food has not been delivered, but where did it go? No one knows, and I hope you will explain it well! ”

The little fat man looked at these officials, and deliberately bit the words of Lord Qingtian very hard, and for a while these local officials looked very embarrassed, feeling that they were here to scold this time.

The dead fat man is very slippery, and this makes them embarrassed.

If the official still has the strength of a thick face and a black heart, there is no reason to squeeze the people for so many years, and the poor stick who has been exploited for so many years will be defeated by you in a few words.

When Li Feng said this, someone immediately stood up to refute it.

"The relief food has been distributed, and the ones you let the looter before are military rations, and any unauthorized construction of a granary is a frame-up.

The government has issued a notice before, we have rescued most of the refugees in this vicinity, as for the refugees in your vicinity, it can only be said that it is a small part missing, you should not confuse the matter of looting military rations with the affairs of refugees. ”

Sure enough, a few words completely put the responsibility aside.

Anyway, they don't carry this pot, everyone knows about the exploitation of the people, which official is not greedy these years? As for whether these poor sticks die or not, it has nothing to do with them, which dynasty and which generation are not some poor sticks?

The little fat man is still smiling when he looks at the ugly faces of these people, this is the essence of bureaucracy, so there will be the troops of the Eighth Route Army, the people will always be for the people, and the people who oppress the people will always try in every possible way to prevent the people from living better.

"Do you know how many people are in the area?" The little fat man asked with a smile.

Immediately, several officials were blindsided, turned around and looked at the surrounding refugees, but they couldn't count how many?

"Lieutenant Colonel Li Feng, are there a lot of refugees here?" A male reporter asked with some confusion.

The little fat man led a group of people to a ridge at this time, because of the drought, so at this time the field was still very dry, and even many places had dried up.

"Let me tell you, there are hundreds of thousands of ordinary people you have left out, as long as you want to see the evidence, I can gather hundreds of thousands of refugees around here this afternoon, do you want to give it a try?"

The fat man's question directly made the government officials speechless, if Li Feng really had this strength, then they would probably have to apologize for their crimes.

Damn, what official doesn't oppress the poor? Aren't they officials just to get promoted and make some money, if they don't do this, what kind of officials will they be?

To be an official is to be a master, if you are like those poor sticks, what is the overdoing of life?

"The government is also more than willing to do it, and if such a big disaster occurs in Henan, there will definitely be refugees who will not be able to receive timely assistance, and it is reasonable that there will be hundreds of thousands of refugees.

But they should trust the government, and the government will not give up on them. The high-sounding words of this official seemed to be true, but Li Feng still shook his head and said:

"By the time you think of them, they'll be a pile of bones."

"Li Feng, don't quibble, you are the mastermind behind letting the refugees loot military rations, and you are ready to go to the military court."

"Hehe, do you think Lao Tzu will be scared?" If the little fat man doesn't matter, who will be afraid of whom?

The reporters also looked at these officials with very strange eyes at this time, and now they seem to understand.

It turned out that what Li Feng asked the refugees to loot was originally relief food, and as for why relief food was said to be military food, these officials were unwilling to say, so they could only ask Li Feng.

"Lieutenant Colonel Li Feng, you said that the food is relief food, what evidence do you have? Also, why do these people say that the relief food is military food? ”

"Hehe, I'm afraid that you won't accept this matter, but in fact, I don't want to accept the answer in my heart, but that's the case, I can only accept it with tears." When the fat man said this, his face was very unsightly, and his mouth felt as uncomfortable as chewing steel.

"The reason why they say that relief food is military food is very simple, that is, the military food of the Central Army has already been replenished, and the surplus food can go into their private pockets at this time.

As for the relief food...... As long as it is said to be military rations, then everything is easy to do, anyway, the army's rations have been paid, and the rest of them want to do what they want!

You know how high the price of grain is in the famine years, and you know how much profit you think you can make if you take advantage of this time to resell grain? A fat man said this contemplatively, and suddenly a group of reporters covered their mouths in surprise, because they really couldn't accept this answer.

"Framed, you are framed......" No one heard the self-justification of the government officials, because a certain fat man dared to say this, and naturally he relied on him.

"You have no evidence, you are framing our officials, you are forcibly justifying your mistake of looting military rations, I must drag you to a military court."

"Fuck you, Lao Tzu dares to say this, there is naturally evidence, and this evidence is still given by you."