The weather in Dangyang City is very hot.

It's a little abnormally hot.

In the words of Cheng Chumo and others, it is no wonder that there is a great drought.

In such a hot weather, people are about to collapse, so it's no wonder that there is no drought.

The next morning, many people didn't want to go out.

For them, going out is not interesting, and now in this situation, it is difficult to make ends meet, and there is no way to go out.

It's just that although they didn't want to go out, they were called out by the officials of the imperial court.

Soon, the streets were full of people again.

After these people came out, they looked very listless, first, hungry, and second, they were somewhat disappointed in the court.

In addition, they also had some doubts, wondering what the officials of the imperial court were asking them to do.

In the crowd, there was a discussion from time to time, but then it fell silent.

Everyone was hungry and didn't even want to talk much.

There were more and more people, and when the people were about to come, Luo Huang appeared, and then he told these people about exchanging locusts for porridge and steamed buns.

It's just that after Luo Huang finished speaking, it didn't cause much repercussions in the crowd.

Even, some people think that Luo Huang's words are very disrespectful.

"The locust god punishes the world, and you want us to go and arrest their children, and the locust god will be angry."

"That is, that is, the locust god is angry, and the heavens and the earth will be destroyed......"

"Alas, alas......"

The crowd retreated one after another, and the street, which was originally full of people, soon became deserted again.

The concept of the locust god punishing the human world has been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, and it is too difficult for them to let them do their own to exterminate the locusts, and they do not want to be punished by the locust god.

When the people left, Cheng Chu smiled silently: "Mr. Luo's good plan." ”

Saying that, Cheng Chumo turned around and left, Luo Huang pursed his lips, but he didn't feel that there was anything about it, his purpose had been achieved.

Today, he just wants the people to know that the court uses locusts to exchange for porridge and steamed buns, as for the extermination of locusts, there is no one today, and there will definitely be one tomorrow, and even, soon.

Faced with the danger of starvation, people are very willing to take risks.

All he needs to do is make porridge and steamed buns, and then wait slowly.

Luo Huang left, and some officials were still shouting in the streets and alleys.

"Ten catties of locusts, for a bowl of rice porridge and two steamed buns."

"And it's not superimposed, the more you catch, the more you change......"

There are such voices everywhere in the streets and alleys of Dangyang City, and they want to make sure that any ordinary person in Dangyang City can hear it.

Time is slow, the sun is already high overhead, and the temperature in Yangcheng is a little higher, and the heat is unbearable.

However, what is even more unbearable is hunger.

In a dilapidated house, a man in his fifties leans against him, with a child of five or six years old in his arms, his grandson and the only blood in the family today.

His son had starved to death, and in order to be able to feed him and his grandson, he kept all the food for them.

This is a human tragedy for them.

And soon, this human tragedy will happen again.

"Grandpa, I'm hungry."

The little boy was emaciated and looked a little sluggish, and he glanced up at his grandfather, and then his stomach rumbled again.

But they had no food, and the man didn't know what to tell him that he was a grandson.

As a man, he can't let his grandson have enough to eat, which is indeed a very sad thing for him.

Outside, there were still loud shouts from the officials from time to time.

The sound of the alley made this dilapidated room suddenly seem a little depressed.

"Grandpa, why can't we catch locusts and change them for food?"

The child is small, he doesn't know what locust gods are, he doesn't know what superstitions are, he just is hungry.

The old man hesitated.

"Because it is the locust god who is punishing us, and if we catch the locusts, our life will be even more difficult."

The child doesn't seem to understand.

"But I'm hungry, I'll die if I don't eat, our days, is there anything more sad than hunger?"

He didn't understand, people who were already dying of hunger were still afraid of the punishment of the locust god?

The old man was stunned for a moment, he suddenly felt that he had lived as a dog for most of his life, why didn't a child see things thoroughly?

Is there anything more important than being alive?

It's all like this now, no matter how bad it is, can it be hard to get there?

Suddenly, the old man stood up, he touched his grandson, and said, "Let's go, grandpa will take you to catch locusts, and soon, you will be able to eat white flour steamed buns and drink rice porridge." ”

These are the two most common foods in human history, but when they came out of the old man's mouth at this time, his little grandson couldn't help but drool after hearing it.

At this moment, for them, there is probably nothing else in the world that can be more delicious than white-flour steamed buns.

The two of them walked out of the house, the heat outside was unpleasant, the cicadas were still noisy, and faintly, the buzzing of locusts could be heard.

Before dusk, there were many people standing at the entrance of the yamen.

A pot of rice porridge and a lot of steamed buns were placed in the yamen

These people were hungry, but they couldn't eat the food in the yamen, and they could only look at the food and sigh.

There was a lot of talk about it, and most of them said that they were hungry, but that's all.

The more late it gets, the more hungry people there are, and the more people gather at the yamen, and the people who gather are a little impassable.

And many of these people have begun to pray for the servants to give them some food, even if it is just a bowl of rice porridge.

It's just that there are no locusts to exchange, and those officials won't even give a grain of rice, and they don't dare to give it.

I don't know when it started, but the evening breeze was hot.

And just when a lot of people gathered at the yamen, a weak voice came: "Let go, let ......"

The crowd quickly made a way, and an old man came with his grandson in his hand, and in the other hand of the old man was carrying a sack of locusts, which were still buzzing and shaking.

When everyone saw them, they were all stunned for a moment.

"The old king went to catch locusts?"

"Oh, the old king's courage is really big, isn't he afraid of being punished by the locust god?"

“…………”

Talking about it, as the first person to catch locusts, the old king suddenly became the focus of everyone, but at this time the old king didn't pay attention to these people's discussions, he came to the yamen and handed over a belt of locusts.

The official weighed it very much: "Fifteen catties, give you three steamed buns and two bowls of rice porridge." ”

As he spoke, someone brought three steamed buns and two bowls of rice porridge to Lao Wangtou.

In the crowd, there was an uproar.

12th update

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