The summer days are long, and at the twilight of the past, a large open space in the slum south of Liaoyang City has set up a shed, and more than a dozen cauldrons have been set up in the shed, each of which is full of steaming millet porridge.

In addition to these porridge pots, there is also a table in each porridge shed, on which are stacked stacks of freshly fried flatbread, crispy and golden, with a pleasant aroma, which makes people's appetite move and drool when they look at it.

In addition, there are five large cauldrons, which contain half a pot of cold vegetables mixed with green and quiet wild vegetables, and looking at the green and verdant color, it makes people feel that it is an absolutely refreshing delicacy before they have eaten.

Around these porridge shacks stood two rows of indifferent-looking armor warriors, staring coldly at the crowd in the clearing.

Many of the people crowded here didn't know what was going on, so they were brought here by the angry soldiers, and when they came, they were asked to bring their own dishes and chopsticks.

So it became the scene now: the open space was crowded with a group of people in tattered clothes, unkempt, and holding all kinds of complete or broken dishes and chopsticks in their hands, squatting on the ground one by one, looking at the tempting food in front of them, swallowing saliva, while whispering and whispering with the people next to them.

This scene made people who didn't know what they knew look at and thought that this was a beggar gang meeting.

A group of soldiers came from the street, stood at the front of the crowd, staring at the crowd coldly, the solemn atmosphere made the whispering crowd sound gradually disappear, and finally only the sound of gentle breathing could be heard, everyone looked nervously at the soldiers in front of them, with both fear and longing in their eyes.

"Silence, listen, people, let you come, these things are not for you to see, but for you to eat." An officer glanced at the crowd and shouted.

"For us? Are you sure? ”

"I'm not dreaming, am I? Can these officers and soldiers have such good intentions? The crowd was suddenly ignited by these words, and began to talk again in surprise.

The quiet atmosphere just now was broken in an instant.

"Silence!" The officer shouted, and the two rows of standing soldiers also shouted in unison: "Silence! The noisy crowd was suddenly suppressed by this majesty and quickly quieted down.

"You heard it right, these meals are for you. Now everyone has their own dishes and chopsticks, and you can line up in front of these porridge sheds, and each of you can receive a bowl of porridge, a flatbread, and a wild vegetable. Each person is limited to one receipt, and if there is another fraudulent claim, it will be severely punished. Now start queuing to receive your meal. ”

The officer watched as the crowd quieted down again, and after glancing around, he got to the point.

When these ragged people heard that the food was really prepared for themselves, they were excited and frightened, and their eyes were full of joy and excitement but also some disbelief, and they did not dare to speak, but could only communicate with each other with their eyes.

The crowd was not sure that it didn't last long, because some people had already started to run to the front to line up, and everyone recognized those guys as the few shameless beggars who usually begged for a living.

Behind the cauldron of the No. 1 porridge shed is the chef Sandezi, the chef of the largest restaurant and Shenglou in Liaoyang City, a round face is sweaty at the moment, looking a little embarrassed and a little cautious, looking at the few beggars with a flattering smile and an expectation in the front, although he is very disgusted in his heart, he still pulls a smile at the corner of his mouth, scoops a full bowl of porridge from the cauldron, and stuffs a big cake into each of these hands from the table next to him.

These beggars looked at the yellow, orange and orange thick millet porridge in the bowl, as well as the golden and crispy flatbread in their hands, and smiled one by one, and some people couldn't wait to take a bite, and the corners of their mouths were oily. There was also a guy who drank a mouthful of porridge despite the heat, and his hot teeth were still smiling all over his face.

"Go over there and get wild vegetables." Sandezi doesn't care about this kind of beggar at all on weekdays, but at the moment, he still has to be patient to talk to them and guide them.

"Third boss, is this your good deed today?" A little beggar asked with a smirk.

"Don't talk nonsense, this is these military masters next to me doing good deeds, I just do a little favor." Sandezi hurriedly turned grim, looked at the soldiers next to him with a cold face, and then said in a low voice.

"I understand, I understand." The little beggar smirked, took a bite of the flatbread, and went over to get the wild vegetables again.

With these little beggars taking the lead, seeing the way they ate with their mouths full of oil, soon the front of each porridge shed was full of people, all of them staring at the food that was getting closer and closer to them, and many people kept swallowing saliva.

In the face of hunger, and in the face of such a pie-in-the-sky good thing, there are very many people who can keep their sanity and obey the order.

When faced with the temptation of food, people often have the same instinct as animals. It's instinct to pounce and get as much food as you can for yourself.

It's just that now, under the coercion of swords and guns, these hungry people barely maintain a fairly neat formation, one by one patiently to get the food that has already made them salivate, and no one thinks about why the army that suddenly entered Liaoyang City today would suddenly be so generous to them, who have always been called untouchables by the powerful and rich.

Even if someone wanted to, it was quickly diluted by the yearning for food.

The man who received his share of the food quickly found a comfortable corner with a bowl and began to feast, and soon the whole open space was filled with the sound of sucking and drinking porridge, and they were busy filling their stomachs with the pie that had fallen from the sky, as if they were afraid that the cooked duck would fly again.

Jiang Chuan walked over slowly with the commander, looking at this "spectacular" scene, he wanted to laugh, but he couldn't laugh.

Throughout the ages, in all dynasties, how many years have the people of the world been able to eat enough? Not to mention eating well, it's good to be full. Turning the pages of history, it can be seen that the human tragedies of starvation and food are constantly staged.

The so-called prosperous era is nothing more than political clarity at the official level, national stability, no major rebellions, no major strong enemies and threats. But for the common people, there is still a lack of food, and it is not uncommon for people to die of starvation.

The era that can really feed the people is the only era when Jiang Chuan himself came.

Looking at these people with dishes on their faces, and only food in their eyes at this time, Jiang Chuan wanted to say something, but in the end he wanted to stop talking.

You have to eat enough to say anything to be effective.