Because the porridge shack was located near the city gate, and the families of each family had propaganda, not only the food and porridge would be given for a day or two, but it would continue until the end of the war. Therefore, no displaced person will risk being evicted to grab food.

Even many homeless people have formed gangs to help maintain order in the porridge shack. There are also people among them who understand and know that only when the scene is stable, those big families will continue to hold the activity of putting grain and soup porridge, otherwise if they grab this meal, others will immediately go back to the city, where will they eat the next meal?

Zhao Wan'er glanced at the homeless people who were keeping to themselves, let go of her secret worries, and instructed Xi'er to let her command the family members to start preparing rice porridge.

Xi'er went, and soon hurried back, "Miss, just now the cook asked the porridge to cook a little thinner, or a thicker?" ”

Zhao Wan'er frowned, if you cook it thinner, you can save some rice, and if it is thicker, you should put less water and more rice. The amount of rice in the granary of Zhaofu is actually not very large, if it is cooked thick, the time for grain and porridge will be shortened.

For a while, she was a little embarrassed in her heart, you must know that the main purpose of Zhao Mansion's soup soup is to buy time for Zhao Mansion, and the time for soup porridge is too short to help at all.

At this time, she suddenly heard Su Ziheng say: "Since you have opened the warehouse to put grain and porridge, don't cook it too thin, otherwise you won't be able to get over it." Besides, these homeless people are also quite pitiful, so try to help them if they can. ”

Zhao Wan'er nodded and said in a deep voice: "Xi'er, you explain it to the people below." I told them to see how long the rice in the granary would last, and if it was not enough, they would notify me two days in advance. I'll arrange for someone to do the shopping again. ”

"Yes, miss, the slave knows." Xi'er was blessed, turned around and went down again.

Su Ziheng smiled at Zhao Wan'er and said, "Su Mou thanks Miss Wan'er for her generosity on behalf of those people who are suffering. ”

Zhao Wan'er pursed her lips and chuckled: "Su Gongzi is really a bodhisattva, and he really deserves to be a person who reads sage books. It seems that we and other businessmen care too much about things. ”

Su Ziheng said with a straight face: "It doesn't matter if you care or not, this is human nature." Just look at the final result, and at this point, your Zhao firm has done a very good job. ”

Just like in the previous life, every time there was a major natural disaster, there was always a group of enterprises that would lend a helping hand with the common people in their hearts, which was admirable. It is undeniable that they will also be suspected of putting on a show or advertising when they donate, but so what? Others donate so much money with real money, and others are not allowed to use it to make a name for themselves?

When the porridge was ready, the Zhao family began to let the homeless people line up in order, so that the porridge could be started later.

The first bowl of porridge is naturally to be given by the eldest lady Zhao Wan'er and her aunt Su Ziheng, who were present at the scene, otherwise they will be ignorant. This is also the time to promote the good reputation of Zhao's firm, and Zhao Wan'er naturally will not miss such an opportunity.

Listening to the grateful thanks, Su Ziheng's heart was actually very uncomfortable. If a natural disaster caused such a scene, Su Ziheng would naturally not say anything, in line with the idea of having money to contribute and having the power to contribute.

But now it's different, this is a troubled era similar to ancient times, if you are not careful, countries can make waves between countries, and you can fight when you say it. And every war, no matter how far it is fought, it will only be the common people who suffer.

This made Su Ziheng more and more aware of this era, if he only traveled back to ancient times, maybe Su Ziheng would find a way to make some achievements, even if he was not the king and hegemon, he would have to be a free prince.

But in this world destined to be destroyed by the Zerg, Su Ziheng couldn't raise the slightest fighting spirit, he just wanted to finish this life in peace, and as for the afterlife, it was not his turn to worry about it.

The world is too big, and my shoulders are too weak to bear such a burden.

"Next!"

Su Ziheng mechanically scooped a spoonful of porridge from the pot and poured it into a young man's bowl, unconsciously shouting for the next person.

"Thank you Gongzi for his great kindness, student Yang Lun is unforgettable."

It was a young man who was not a few years younger than Su Ziheng, with long eyebrows and clear eyes, and a talent, but it was a pity that he had been hungry and full for the past few days, and his hungry face was yellow and thin. In addition, the rest is not good, and there is no place to take a bath, and the summer is hot, and the body exudes a sour smell.

Su Ziheng didn't care, people who smelled worse than him just now had seen it, and his immunity was much stronger. He waved his spoon, "No need to be polite, if we can help, we will try to help, after all, we are all citizens of the same country." ”

The so-called good is to help the world, and the poor are good alone. Su Ziheng admits that he can't do the former, but he doesn't mind helping one or two more people when he has the ability. When he can, he will still stretch out his hands.

So sometimes, Su Ziheng himself feels very contradictory. Sometimes he feels that he is cold-blooded, and in his previous life, he saw an earthquake in a certain island country, hundreds and thousands of people died, and he was indifferent; Sometimes I watch the news on the Internet, but I can feel sorry for an abused kitten, and even scold.

"You're a scholar, why don't you drink the porridge in the bowl?" Liu Sijun on the side asked curiously, she could see clearly just now, many homeless people who were full of porridge in the bowl, and they poured it into their mouths without caring that the porridge was still hot, even if they grinned and their tongues were foaming, they were reluctant to spit it out.

Only the little scholar in front of him, who was about the same as his uncle, was different from others, not only did he not rush to drink, but he also carefully protected the posture of the bowl.

The young scholar smiled shyly, "The student is not very hungry yet, so this porridge is just brought back to Mr. to drink." ”

"Sir...... Liu Sijun asked puzzledly: "Since you have a gentleman, why don't you come and line up together?" ”

The young scholar said bitterly: "My husband has inconvenient legs, so he can't come in person." ”

"Oh, I see." Liu Sijun seemed to think of something, his eyes were slightly red, and he immediately smiled: "I didn't expect you to be quite kind, for the sake of your filial piety to your husband, you wait a minute, I have a few pieces of bread and jerky here, just give them to you." ”

As he spoke, Liu Sijun took out two naan cakes, an egg pancake, and a few pieces of jerky from the pocket next to him, and handed them all to him. Just looking at her egg pancake that she had saved with great difficulty, she was slightly reluctant in her heart.

Since Liu Sijun followed Zhao Wan'er, he didn't know if he was hungry and scared before, so he prepared a small bag by his side, which was filled with all kinds of snacks or pasta.

This morning at Su Ziheng's house, Zhang Wanqing saw that she loved egg pancakes very much, so she gave her all the leftover sheets, which she cherished and hid in her pocket.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, she was willing to take it out and share it with others, which made Su Ziheng a little impressed.