I really don't know how long the days when the people need help will last, he can't make everyone fed, and he barely manages to prevent the people from starving to death, and the relief will be considered a success.

"Starting tomorrow, the porridge will continue to be mixed with sand, but it can be thickened."

He walked away and ordered, and the official who had been beaten and trampled on the sand nodded frequently.

Suddenly, a figure ran past Tianlang, Tianlang subconsciously dodged, and chased back curiously, he saw a dirty little face, and also turned around and said to him, "I'm sorry." ’

Seeing that Tianlang did not blame him, the child ran to an old woman resting against a tree with a bowl of porridge in his hand.

Seeing the sick old woman, Tianlang's eyes darkened.

"Grandma, the porridge is here, those who eat it are all angry and run away, today I finally grabbed it, here you go, you drink it first!"

Each person can only get a bowl of porridge, and the children always can't squeeze in, but today they finally got it, so they rushed to take it back to their grandmother.

The old woman smiled weakly, trying her best to be happy, but it was still difficult to hide her haggardness, and the smile was still far-fetched.

Her trembling, calloused hands pushed the bowl back to the little boy.

"Let Tie Dan'er drink it first, grandma is not hungry yet."

The child did not follow and continued to push the bowl towards the grandmother.

"Grandma, you forgot that my name is Tie Dan'er, it's very strong, and I have strength."

Tie Dan'er said, and also picked up the broken cuffs, the cuffs were all iron, the shiny ones could no longer distinguish the color, and there were many holes in the clothes, and the clothes did not cover the body.

He bared his withered and slender arms, wrinkled his little nose as if he was already strong, and held his confident little head high.

"Tie Dan is not hungry, I can go and get it later, but grandma is still sick, if I don't eat more, how can the illness get better?"

The old man doesn't have the strength to line up to get porridge, so how can he grab food with his grandchildren?

It is not easy for a child who is only a teenager to squeeze into a long line until the porridge is brought in, not to mention that there are always people who push these poor people and grab them in front of them, and in most cases, by the time it is the child's turn, the porridge has already been received.

When the grandfather and grandson were pushing, a pair of delicate and slender hands suddenly appeared in front of them, and they were wearing a jade wrench with green and smooth on the thumb of their right hand.

The hands also handed over a clean porcelain bowl, which was full of a bowl of rice porridge, thick, with some green pickle leaves floating in the porridge.

"Old man, you put me ...... Oh, you drink this bowl of porridge, it looks like you're sick, how can you do it without eating? ”

The old man looked up steadily, this man had delicate skin, but it was not white, but a healthy bronz, and behind him, there was also a white-haired old man, two slender and beardless young men, and a burly man, all four of whom were also on their knees, bent over, and looked at the old man with expectant eyes, hoping that she would drink the porridge.

The old man was a little flattered, and then he showed a look of horror, these people looked like they were extraordinary, and there were many guards behind them, they were all officials, she was afraid.

Not only did she not stretch out her hand, but her body was still faintly shrunk, her eyes were humble, distrustful of the world, and suspicious of the hypocrisy of others, and she hurriedly hugged her little grandson.

Her life, her life, I am afraid that since she was born in this world, she has been humbled to the dust, there is only one grandchild, this is her life, and she cannot be robbed of her as a slave.

Unexpectedly, the old man reacted like this, Tianlang sighed secretly, his hands clenched, and his eyes were a little hot.

"Old man, let's be hungry, we're not bad people, we're officials, you see, this is my waist card."

Tianlang put his waist card into the old man's shriveled hand, the identity of the waist card is false, but the waist card is real, in order to facilitate access to the city gate, he used a waist card with the identity of a thousand households in brocade clothes.

"Know who we are, don't worry that we'll do something else, oh, this is the porridge I received, I can give you a drink first, we have no malice, we just saw that you were sick and wanted to help."

Tianlang remembered his previous life, in that era, in addition to worrying that time passed too quickly, the uncles and aunts seemed to have no scruples about everything else.

They can shout at the young people on the bus at will: Get out of the way, don't you know how to give a seat to the elderly? It's really no old or young, how do your parents usually teach you?

Even in costume dramas, a group of maids are often staged surrounded by a noble old lady, and the old man in the play makes slaves call maids, how majestic and comfortable is that?

But the old man in front of Tianlang was just a bowl of porridge for her, and she didn't dare to take it.

It was not wrong for him to speak ill of the old man who was on crutches to eat, at most it was a little down, but Tianlang didn't care about his face, he was willing to do that.

He didn't think that offering kindness would be more difficult than speaking ill of each other.

He comforted him many times, and finally let the old man reach out.

Taking the porridge bowl, the old man smiled, and his miserable yellow face smiled strongly.

She straightened her weak body and brushed her unkempt gray hair, as if she also wanted to maintain a dignity in front of others.

"Old man, drink the porridge, there are also iron eggs."

The old man nodded shyly slightly, his hand trembling and carefully turning the edge of the bowl, and drank it in small sips.

As he drank and drank, a few grains of sand spat out of his mouth, and the old man bared his teeth and smiled again.

"Grandma, it's these sands, those who eat white food are angry, I can finally grab a bowl, except for those who are angry, the uncles and aunts around are mixed with sand."

"Well, this method is really good, hungry people, don't mind this, those who eat white food are different."

Xiao Tie Dan didn't squeeze to the front, so he didn't see the people in front of him, and he also had an extra bowl in his hand, and the porridge in it was as much as grandma's, the same thick, it was Zhang Fulu who beat for him, and he also spit out a few mouthfuls of sand from time to time, but Xiao Tie Dan ate very happily.

"Thank you so much for this son, the son and these little brothers also fled from Huguang?" Drinking porridge, the old man asked cautiously, only bowed her head and did not speak, she thought she was embarrassed, but she was too nervous just now, and she didn't hear Tianlang's self-declaration of identity clearly, and forgot that she was still holding someone's waist card in her hand.

Tianlang lightly helped the old man remove the two dead grasses on his head, this action made the old man dodge slightly, Tianlang still slowly stretched out his hand, and always maintained a smiling face.

He wanted to make the old man feel the warmth of others.

"Old man, we are not fleeing, we are officials, we come here to walk around, we just don't want to see anyone with an empty stomach and can't stand in line."

"Oh, it turned out to be an official family, the old woman has seen an adult!"

While speaking, the old man hurriedly returned the waist card in his hand to Tianlang, and was about to get up to salute, but Tianlang hurriedly supported her.

(End of chapter)