"Come on, come on, all line up, only when you line up can you drink porridge, and those who don't line up don't have anything to drink!"

A sturdy militiaman stood in front of the porridge shop, with a great momentum of being a man in charge, wearing a horizontal knife on the left side of his waist and a bow on the right side.

There is also a spear in his hand.

There was a Jiangxia man with a full beard and a full of meat, and he was hungry, and he couldn't help but step forward when he smelled the porridge, "The gentlemen are all starving to death, hurry up and fill your stomach with a bowl of porridge first." ”

The spear-wielding militiaman glanced at him coldly.

"Stand back, line up!"

The bearded man stepped forward dissatisfied, planning to serve his own porridge.

"Stand back!" The militia shouted again.

But this guy turned a deaf ear, maybe he was too hungry, or maybe he didn't pay attention to the militia's orders, and still stepped forward.

"Look for death!"

The militia shouted, "Take it!" ”

Suddenly, seven or eight militiamen rushed out, each with one pole and eight spears, but they did not directly stab the spearhead, but smashed it with the spear shaft.

Although the beard is strong, it is difficult to beat the four hands with two fists, not to mention that this is still nine strong militiamen with one fire, and they were beaten to the ground in a few strokes.

"Stop!"

The militia captain stepped forward and said, "Don't pretend to be a dead dog, get up, and line up in the back!" ”

The beard was annoyed, ashamed and angry, but looking at the militiamen, he could only swallow his saliva, get up from the ground, pat the dust, and retreat to the back.

With the experience of this guy, the people of Jiangxia began to line up very obediently.

There is a queue in front of each porridge bucket, and it is forbidden to cut the line.

There were even a few buckets lined up with only the elderly, children, and pregnant women.

Lined up in front of the porridge bucket, the hungry people held bowls in both hands.

When the hungry are out, this bowl is a must-have.

Behind the porridge bucket, a militiaman scooped up a large spoonful of porridge and poured it into his bowl. The hungry man bowed gratefully and nodded, then left from one side.

The porridge in the bowl exudes an attractive aroma, and the porridge is boiled for a long time and is very thick. However, this porridge does not look like rice porridge, nor is it millet porridge, but it looks like rice cereal. The color is a little yellow and dark, but if you are hungry for a long time, you don't care about these.

Regardless of the porridge burning, the bowl was brought to his mouth and began to suck a little bit.

The porridge is in the mouth, and it feels very sticky.

Well.

And a little salty.

It seems that I have also tasted some chicken.

No, it still smells of fish.

Well, there is also the taste of rice, and it seems that there is also the smell of beans, what else does it taste like?

If you think about it, it seems to taste like drinking Laba porridge during the New Year.

Delicious.

Take another sip.

The more you taste, the more flavorful it becomes, and at this time the fishy smell has become the river umami, and the locust powder has become the meat smell.

The people who hit the porridge in the back also came, and everyone squatted on the ground and began to suck.

The porridge drinkers sucked louder and louder, and finally converged into one piece.

The one who hit the porridge first had already drunk the big bowl of porridge, looking at the empty bowl, he was a little unsatisfied, although this bowl could hold at least three catties per bowl, but he felt that it was not enough.

After thinking about it, I still held the bowl again and went to the back to line up.

A militia came up.

"You've already drunk porridge."

"I'm not full, I'm hungry."

"People who have been hungry for a long time, you can't eat too much, otherwise it will be bad, come with me, come here."

"Where are you going?"

"Come here to do things, build a shed, the shed you live in, rest assured, it won't let you do it in vain. Do a day's work and give you a liter of relief food. ”

"What is disaster relief food?"

"It's the kind you just ate."

"This one with a chicken flavor and a fish and shrimp flavor?"

"Hmm."

"One liter a day?" He couldn't believe that there was such a good thing.

"Of course, you can get one liter a day, and besides, I also take care of your two meals, this liter of food is considered salary, and you don't need to deduct food."

The Jiangxia people who were holding the big rice bowl couldn't help but be skeptical, but in the end they followed.

More than 1,000 Jiangxia people crossed the river by boat in the first batch, and they all drank porridge soon. After drinking the porridge, the young and strong were arranged to build shacks, dig drainage ditches and dig latrines, while the women and children were given some light work.

Everyone was told that they would be paid for their work and that they would receive relief food as wages and that they would be able to eat two free meals a day.

If they do not obey the arrangement, they will be sent back to the south bank of the river.

on the Yangtze River.

The boat is still going back and forth, coming and going, carrying more than a thousand hungry people. When you go over, you will carry a boatload of grain.

However, these grains that crossed the river were not given to the people of Jiangxia, and Zhou Fashang took Jiangxia's soldiers to guard these grains, which were military rations for Jiangxia soldiers.

The victims of the disaster can only cross the river by boat.

"Why does this grain smell fishy?"

Jiang Xia soldiers who unloaded grain have questions?

Zhou Faming said with a smile, "This is disaster relief food, there are grains mixed with fish, shrimp and shells and ground into powder, which will naturally have a fishy smell." ”

"Can you eat it?"

"Of course you can eat it."

On the north bank of the river, on the west bank of the Han River, the people of Chuyang County also began to ferry to Hankou by boat under the arrangement of Taishou Zhang Zhenzhou.

Jiangxia and Chuyang are originally the land of fish and rice, but they are also the land of three disasters and five difficulties, Jinghan often has floods and waterlogging, and there will be droughts and locust plagues from time to time, not to mention that the rest of the Central Plains has been stable and peaceful in recent years, but they are still at war here, not to mention all kinds of harsh taxes and miscellaneous taxes.

The vast majority of the people have little food left at home, and in the event of a disaster, they will not be able to save themselves.

For several days.

Near Hankow, more and more ships gathered.

The people of Jiangxia and Chuyang are constantly rushing to cross the river and join Qin.

More and more people are crossing the river.

On the banks of the river, more and more shacks have been erected, but they are not built haphazardly, they are all planned by officials of Anlu County, and the militia supervises the construction.

The rows are very regular, and there are even public latrines built at intervals, garbage drop-off points, and even water rooms for bathing.

Although they are relatively simple, they are as orderly as military camps.

All the victims who moved in had to be registered, and each of them received an identity tag, which was in duplicate, one to wear and the other to keep on file.

Even if it is only a temporary resettlement site, it is strictly managed, and all weapons carried by the victims are taken away and it is forbidden to carry them for use.

Inside and outside the city of Hankou, there are battalions of elite Daqin guard soldiers, who are not far from the Jiangshanhu area, and can arrive immediately if there is chaos.

The victims have something to do every day, at the beginning is to build a shack, and after the shack is built, it is to transport grain, but fortunately, the people of Daqin are talking, and they work a day to give one liter of grain and two meals, and the women have seven grains, and the elderly and children also have five grains.

The victims are now accustomed to the unique taste of the relief food, and they like this kind of relief food with a meaty and fishy flavor, although this powder can only be boiled into a paste or gnocchi soup, but it feels good to fill their stomachs every day.

Especially when you are full of work during the day, you can save the food you distribute, watch the disaster relief food you save slowly increase, and sleep at night with a pillow under your head and neck, not to mention the peace of mind to help you sleep, and even wake up with a smile when you fall asleep.

"Separated by a river, but worlds apart."

A well-read Jiang Xiamin sighed with his sons in a shack built of bamboo, "This God is fair, the same rain, the same sun, but the people of Anlu are not afraid, they have not been able to harvest in the fields, and they can eat enough, but we have become homeless people, and we have to leave our hometown, this is still lucky, Jiangbei rescued us, otherwise it will be the same as the last year of the great cause, I don't know how many people will starve to death." ”

"Dad, why do you say that the rain is as fair in the world, but some people suffer from disasters and hunger, and some people do not suffer from disasters and starve?"

"The sky is fair, but the son of heaven of our Jiangnan and Jiangbei people is different, the people of Jiangbei have a good son, but we have a bad son." The middle-aged man said bluntly.