The morning sun rises among the clouds, as if only half of the sky is illuminated, the city of Xudu, the silhouette that can be seen, the black pressure stretches under the city, the earth is silent, with the morning light shining down, the crowd gathers, showing a sad and broken scene, far and near, the porridge is busy, the pale cyan smoke rises, and the prisoner wearing the anklet knocks on the wooden spoon and scolds several emaciated refugees holding the broken bowl: "...... As I said yesterday, the old and weak scoop first, why don't you understand?! "And you! Roll back to the back of the queue—"

Although the few people who were reprimanded had vegetables on their faces, there was fierceness between their eyebrows, but the person who handed out the gruel on the other side was a prisoner in the prison, and he was also not a good person, if it wasn't for the chains on his feet, he would have beaten the wooden spoon in his hand a long time ago, and then beckoned: "The next one hurry up." ”

A ragged and unkempt little girl tiptoed, stretched out her arms, and handed over the clay pot with a few gaps, her dirty little face was a little timid, and she said Ai Ai: "Uncle...... Uncle...... My mother is sick...... Can scoop ...... Give me a little? ”

The vicious prisoner glanced at her, and the wooden spoon swept away the meat floating on the gruel noodles, scooped the rice chestnut underneath thicker, and turned it into the clay pot: "Take it, it's not enough to come again." ”

"Well, thanks...... Thank...... Uncle. The little girl took the clay pot in her arms and ran into the crowd as fast as she could.

Such a team has lined up a few long queues in the soup kitchens at various city gates, and many of the victims are mostly dish-faced, looking sad, carrying the broken bowl or the little gruel with a little shredded meat in the palm of their hands, silent, and there are also thousands of thanks, and there are still people mentioning Prime Minister Cao Cao in the buzzing noise, as well as the Governor of the Northland, Gongsun Zhi, who entered the city that day...... After all, what the other party said at the gate of the city that day is still fresh in people's minds, and Xuchang really had a soup soup before noon.

“.…… Lao Li, are you also kind? ”

In the team of more than ten people forming the soup kitchen, a prisoner looked in the direction where the little girl was running, smiled at the middle-aged man holding the wooden spoon and looked hideous and fierce, and talked to the other party while maintaining order.

The wooden spoon scooped one person, and no one came for a while.

The man named Lao Li knocked on the wooden spoon on the side of the ding, and squinted his eyes: "She is too young, she has suffered such a crime, it is difficult to say whether she will live tomorrow or not, people. Let's just let the meat be eaten by other people. ”

"Those death row inmates are shouting so much on weekdays, hehe...... Now that they're all here, the officials are really ruthless. The man glanced at Dingli and laughed.

"Otherwise, why are others officials, and you and I are just prisoners."

"That's really the ......"

During the conversation, Gongsun Zhi, Cao Cao, and Yigan Chao Chinese Wu stepped up to the city, looking at the Wuyang below, and could not see the marginal group of disaster victims, as the lords of Yu, Yan, and Xu, they also put most of the food in their homes into the grain team to help the disaster victims, and the troubled Fuzhong only had two vegetarian meals a day, and the next people even had one meal a day.

For nearly half a month, they have been pumping grain and suppressing the price of grain in the city, and hundreds of heads have been killed, and Gongsun Zhi and Cao Cao have taken the hundred officials after the dispersal of the dynasty to the city every day to take a walk and let them have a good look at whether the grain they have produced has allowed the people outside to eat into their stomachs.

The sound of humming sorrow filled the air below, occasionally rushing to the top of the city, causing the fear of death and the potential sense of crisis in the hearts of the people who were watching to be mixed with sympathetic compassion. To a large extent, such tragedies are more heart-wrenching than wars, on the one hand, because of the pain of death, and on the other hand, because they give hope to all the lives that follow, even though countless lives will come to an abrupt end in the process.

But after all, there are many more people who live with hope.

"This is what you give...... "Looking at the small figures squatting on the ground below, sucking the gruel in the palm and broken bowl, Gongsun Zhi said hoarsely, "...... How do you feel in your heart? ”

His words were not agreed by the civil and military forces behind him, after all, most of the people were forced to donate food at first, and it would be impossible if there was no diaphragm in their hearts, but they did not show indignation, and under the deployment of all parties, they also felt the pressure of the plague when they stood at the head of the city every day.

"The Governor asked me to express my feelings, then I also want to ask the Governor, why is there meat in the gruel......" On the silent city wall, a person stood up and said in a low voice: "I and other ministers of the DPRK and the Central Committee eat vegetarian food at home, but the victims are meaty, and I ask the Governor to give an answer to this." ”

"It seems that Chen Yilang has a grievance in his heart." Cao Cao turned around and stared at the man for a moment, then the corners of his mouth grinned, and he waved his big hand violently: "Put down the hanging basket and let the people below serve a bowl of meat porridge for Yilang to taste!" ”

A guard hurried over to the back of the wall and lowered the hanging basket.

"The prime minister is right. Since Chen Yilang wants to eat something, let's have fun with the people. When Gongsun stopped speaking, the hanging basket rose up, and the guard approached with a gruel with the aroma of meat, handed it to the ugly figure, and presented it: "Please eat it." ”

"Sure enough, there is meat ......"

The man stared at the piece of meat floating on the gruel in the bowl, shook his head and pushed the bowl aside, and arched his hand: "Since ancient times, the people of Jimin have mainly used soup kitchen, and the prime minister and the governor know that there is a shortage of food in the city, and they are all squeezed out of every household...... That's a bit unreasonable, right? ”

Hearing this, Yang Biao frowned not far away.

"Then you can taste what kind of meat it is." Gongsun Zhi raised his hand and made a please.

"What status am I, how can I eat...... Eat this kind of thing. ”

Cao Cao's smiling face turned cold, and he turned to face the outside of the city: "Feed Chen Yilang to eat meat-" In the voice of speaking, in the sight of everyone, the fat Xu Chu threw the tiger head knife to a guard, walked over with a cruel smile, reached out and took the bowl of gruel, opposite, Na Yilang panicked and wanted to retreat, his thick hand suddenly pinched his chin, and the moment he didn't have time to make a sound, the warm liquid was poured into his mouth along with the fatty meat slices.

"Hmm...... Uh-huh......"

was sealed by the other party's big hand, Na Yilang blushed, and had to bite and swallow the food in his mouth, Xu Chu let go of him, and then, Chen Yilang tasted the taste of the meat and raised his head: "It's not dog meat...... Also pigs and sheep ......"

"Hahaha......" Cao Cao, who looked at the scene outside the city, turned his back to them and laughed. Gongsun Zhi smiled indifferently, patted Na Lang's shoulder, pulled the other party down in front of him, and lowered his voice in his ear: "Naturally, it's not a pig or a sheep...... It was cut from a person...... Meat...... What does it taste like? ”

Vomit......

…… Vomiting...... Vomit......

Hearing this, his face turned pale in an instant, stumbled backwards, and ran to the wall with few people to hold on to the wall and vomited vigorously.

At the same time, the old man named Hua Tuo with a man and a woman has walked into the area where the victims gathered, at this time the sky has been bright, the gentle breeze, with the smell of rancidity, the ground is dirty, filth can be seen everywhere, flies and insects are densely flying around their field of vision, some even boldly crawl all over a numb man on the side of the road, more or the loss of family women, children or old people crying, sad voices keep coming.

The three of them kept walking forward, and the outline of Xuchang's city wall was already faintly visible.