Liu Wei led people to pull dozens of truckloads of rice purchased from rice stores.

Seeing this, Zhu Cihong hurriedly led everyone out to respond.

When Liu Wei saw Zhu Cihong coming, he hurriedly knelt down and saluted, and said: "Your Highness Qiqi, the rice purchased by Liu's rice shop has now been pulled for six hundred deniers, and when this batch is unloaded, his subordinates will continue to pull it." ”

Zhu Cihong waved his hand after hearing this and said, "It's okay, as long as you pull all of them over before tomorrow's relief to the victims." With so much rice, it will take you half a day to unload it. That's it, anyway, the training of the Flying Tigers is also training, just let them come together to help, Qi Long, what do you think? ”

After speaking, Zhu Cihong glanced at Qi Long.

Qi Long hurriedly said: "What His Royal Highness the Crown Prince said is extremely true, unload the things as soon as possible, and then go and pull others." ”

After speaking, he ordered his subordinates to go to the training ground and call someone to help unload the rice.

Twenty members of the Flying Tigers then came, and it took only a quarter of an hour to unload the six hundred denier rice. As soon as the rice was unloaded, Liu Wei led people to rush back to Lami non-stop, and finally two hours later, he successfully pulled 1,800 denier rice to Zhuangzi.

Zhu Cihong looked at the mountains of rice in front of him, and was glad that he had people send them to Zhuangzi, otherwise the four of them might not be able to unload until dawn.

The next day, Zhu Cihong led people to the outside of the city early. The homeless people seemed to have eaten enough yesterday, and one by one they sat on the ground, leaning against the trees beside them and sleeping soundly.

Zhu Cihong instructed everyone to move quietly and not to wake up the sleeping homeless.

They found five open spaces, and with the wooden stakes and ropes they had prepared in advance, began to drive piles around the open spaces, leaving only two small doors for people to enter and exit.

Then, a large stone stove with a diameter of about three zhang is built with stones prepared in advance, and then a large black pot is placed on top of the stone stove, clean water is poured in, and finally a fire is started to cook.

After a quarter of an hour, the water gradually boiled, and Qi Long saw that the temperature was about the same, so he ordered to put rice in the pot. After a bag of rice is put into the pot, in order to prevent the rice from sticking to the pot, two people are assigned to each pot and take turns stirring it with a large iron spoon.

After a while, the fragrance wafted out, and the homeless people were sleeping soundly, when they suddenly smelled the fragrance of millet porridge and opened their eyes one by one. Seeing the members of the Flying Tigers boiling porridge, they rubbed their eyes one by one to confirm that they were not mistaken, and the crowd began to commotion.

Everyone began to crowd towards the side of the pot, but fortunately the surrounding area was surrounded by wooden stakes in advance, leaving only one door in and one door out, otherwise the homeless people would have been crowded and the porridge would have been looted by everyone before it was cooked.

The scene became more and more uncontrollable, Qi Long boarded a carriage, pulled out the sword at his waist, and shouted: "Everyone is quiet, and at the behest of His Royal Highness the Prince, a porridge field will be opened here to help the victims." His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has an order: Anyone who receives porridge must abide by the rules and line up to enter the venue in turn. If someone dares to trespass, or deliberately disturbs the order, the first offender will be severely punished on the street, and if anyone still insists on making trouble, he will not be spared. ”

Everyone saw that Qi Long's face was full of murderous anger, and several Flying Tiger team members next to him had sabers on their waists, and all of them were so frightened that they didn't dare to act rashly for a while, and no one dared to make trouble.

Qi Long saw that the crowd was gradually quieting down, and after consciously lining up one by one, he jumped out of the car with satisfaction.

After Zhu Cihong saw Qi Long jump down, he walked over and said softly: "Qi Long, when did this palace say that there is no forgiveness for the troublemakers?" ”

Qi Long lowered his voice and said softly: "Your Highness, your subordinates are just bluffing, and the purpose is just to scare these homeless people. In extraordinary times, we must use some extraordinary means, if everything is according to the rules, these homeless people would have turned the world upside down, not to mention this porridge field, it is estimated that it would have been overturned by the homeless people a long time ago. ”

After listening to this, Zhu Cihong couldn't help but praise: "I didn't expect you to know a lot, yes, this can really maintain order." As long as none of these homeless people make trouble, these homeless people can be pacified very quickly. ”

After listening to Zhu Cihong's praise, Qi Long scratched his head embarrassedly and said, "Everything is a little clever, and it can't be put on the stage." ”

Zhu Cihong saw that Qi Long had arranged the porridge field in an orderly manner, so he handed it over to Qi Long with confidence.

I can't do anything in my presence, so it's better to go back to the village as soon as possible and discuss the resettlement of the displaced people with Fubo. Thinking of this, Zhu Cihong returned to the village with Xia Nuan.

When Fu Bo heard that Zhu Cihong was back, he hurriedly rushed out of the house and asked with concern: "Your Highness, how are the displaced people outside the city handled?" ”

Zhu Cihong said with a smile as he walked into the house: "The porridge field has been opened smoothly, and the palace will hand over all affairs to Qi Long. ”

After hearing this, Fu Bo asked with some unease: "Give it all to Qi Long, can Qi Long suppress those homeless people?" ”

Zhu Cihong nodded confidently after hearing this, and said lightly: "Qi Long is okay, if it weren't for Qi Long today, I'm afraid that if the palace wants to suppress those homeless people, it will have to waste a lot of effort." ”

After hearing this, Fu Bo asked puzzledly, "Why did Your Highness say this?" What did Qi Long do today that made His Royal Highness look at Qi Long with admiration? ”

Zhu Cihong told Fu Bo what had just happened.

After hearing this, Fu Bo couldn't help but sigh: "Qi Long, this guy, is really hidden deep enough, the old slave has always thought that Qi Long can only train soldiers, but he never thought that Qi Long still has these two brushes." ”

The two talked as they walked, and after a while they came into the house. When Xia Nuan first arrived in the village, he ran early to make a pot of tea for Zhu Cihong.

As soon as Zhu Cihong sat down, Xia Nuan came in with tea, Xia Nuan poured Zhu Cihong a cup of tea, and said: "Your Highness has not even drunk saliva since the morning, so he rushed to the outside of the city with Qi Long to take charge of opening a porridge factory. You must be thirsty, so drink tea to moisten your throat first. ”

Hearing Xia Nuan say, Zhu Cihong remembered that he hadn't drunk water in the morning, and couldn't help but feel a little dry, and he didn't pretentiously pick up the tea in front of him, so he drank it, and after a while, a cup of tea was finished by Zhu Cihong.

When Xia Nuan was about to pour another glass, Zhu Cihong hurriedly stopped: "Okay, this palace is not thirsty." Go down and rest. ”

After hearing this, Xia Nuan put down the teapot in his hand, saluted Zhu Cihong, and retreated.

"Fu Bo, how do you say this group of displaced people should be resettled?"

After hearing this, Fu Bo hurriedly persuaded: "Your Highness, according to the old slave's opinion, it is better for you not to interfere in this matter." These things should be the concern of the household, so why bother yourself! ”

Zhu Cihong listened to the conversation, and said helplessly: "Counting on the household, I'm afraid that all these people will starve to death." ”

Fauber also sighed after hearing this. Yes, now that the officials are busy intriguing, who is willing to think about the people?