The snow stopped for two days, and the sky cleared. Good news for those experiencing homelessness. However, the best news is that the soup kitchen has started under the overpass. A shed was erected at the entrance of the vegetable market, and several large cauldrons were burning with firewood, steaming hot. Yesterday was Wang Ji's tea porridge, and there were not many people. Today is Chen Ji's soup kitchen, Chen Ruhua is sitting on a carved chair, drinking tea. The front of the shed was lined up like a long line, and it was black.

"I'm going to die, I didn't see so many people yesterday when the old Wang family gave porridge. I knew it was done yesterday. Chen Ruhua glanced at the crowd and shook her head. Suddenly, Chen Ruhua stood up, and her fat hand directly knocked down the scoop that the guy scooped into the rice bag, grabbed the guy's ear, and scolded angrily: "If you want to die, you have two scoops of rice in one pot, you should have picked up this rice." ”

"Boss, I was wrong, I was wrong." The young man's ears were red. He saw that the porridge in the pot was as thin as water, so he was about to eat another half of the rice, but he didn't expect to be caught by Chen Ruhua, so he hurriedly begged for mercy.

Chen Ruhua lifted the pot, the big iron spoon scooped up, and the few grains of rice floated up, as if he wanted to put something less, but when he saw that the people who were pressed by the black pressure were staring at him, he was embarrassed to make a move to lower his identity, threw the iron spoon, and said, "Okay, hurry up and give porridge." People are in a hurry. ”

The shopkeeper shouted loudly: "Chen Ji has given soup to the kitchen!" Ten cauldrons were opened, and the poor people who had come to ask for porridge and drink were holding bowls. When I saw the so-called porridge in the bowl, my tears were about to fall, is this still porridge? It's just some rice soup. I had to say in a low voice: "Thank you, Boss Chen." ”

The refugees who received the rice soup had nowhere to go, so they squatted on the edge of the execution ground at the entrance of the vegetable market, looking at Xingtai who was about to be executed and the prisoner who had been escorted over with a blank expression. At this moment, the man was kneeling on the ground with shackles on his hands and a sallow face. He glanced around, and there seemed to be no sympathetic eyes projected on, and he could only vaguely hear it, and the shopkeeper of Chen Ji not far away kept shouting: "Chen Ji has given soup to the kitchen!" ”

The wind is still like a knife, blowing on the face and hurting. He hunched his back and looked at the sky, which seemed to be a sunny day. A few months ago, he was still a governor of the party, with a high position, but he didn't expect to become a prisoner because of a wrong move. He shook his head and laughed at himself: "Kong Youde, you bastard, mistake me!" Li Dao sat on the temporary desk, looked at the hour, and drank tea carelessly.

On the side of Xingtai, the crowd of people who came to watch the excitement gradually gathered, some drank rice soup, some took the bowl that had been drunk, grabbed some frozen snow cubes and wiped them, and then hid them in their arms, waiting for tomorrow's soup kitchen. As if he wanted to ask for another bowl, he looked around and quietly returned to the end of the line.

"Hey, who's going to die?"

"Who can there be, didn't you post a notice a few days ago. The governor of Denglai, Shandong, Sun Yuanhua, heard that Dengzhou was occupied by rebellious thieves, and the governor himself fled back to bring rescuers. Shengyi was furious and decided to behead this Sun Yuanhua. On the one hand, there are people who know the cause of the incident, scattered out of boredom, and seem to enjoy the feeling of the people around them focusing on themselves.

A carriage was waiting a little farther away, Yang Fan sat in the car, and said slowly: "Why are most of the people who come to ask for porridge and drink are civilians in the city?" What about the refugees out of town? ”

"Sir, how could all those refugees be put into the city? If all of this is put into the city, it won't occupy the streets and alleys? Zhang Yao said, "And those county masters, I wish they wouldn't let these refugees appear in the area of Shuntianfu." Otherwise, they would not be able to hang their faces, let alone open the city gates and let the refugees into the city. As for the small part that sneaked in by fishing in troubled waters, the yamen had no choice but to turn a blind eye and treat it as if it hadn't seen it. ”

Yang Fan looked at Li Dao on Xingtai, and found that he also glanced here intentionally or unintentionally, so he nodded and gestured to each other. "The man on the stage is Sun Yuanhua?"

"Yes, sir."

Li Dao on the Xingtai looked at the sky, and it was almost noon, so he ordered someone to send the severed head meal. A few plates of wine and food were delivered to Sun Yuanhua, and the official opened Sun Yuanhua's shackles and said, "Eat." It's good to hit the road when you're full. ”

"Ugh." Sun Yuanhua sandwiched white on his temples, his head was scattered, he adjusted his appearance a little with his hands, picked up the chopsticks, but put them down. just picked up the pot of wine, poured a few sips into his mouth, then stopped eating and drinking, knelt there quietly, thinking that his life was ruined in the hands of Kong Youde, and he looked up to the sky angrily and roared, "Kong Youde, I, Sun Yuanhua, will not let you go if I become a ghost!" ”

Li Dao shouted: "Verify the correct body!" ”

"Prisoner Sun Yuanhua, the body is verified!"

"The Hour Has Come......"

Li Dao took out the holy decree and began to read it: "Sun Yuanhua, the governor of Denglai, is not good for defending the city, and he deserves death if he loses Dengzhou and flees." ”

Sun Yuanhua on Xingtai began to look at Xingtai with his eyelids rolled over and over, and finally staggered to Xingtai. The surrounding spectators sneered. "It's a hell of a ghost."

"Who is not afraid of cutting off the head, if you have the ability, go up and kneel for a while and try." The man who was drinking rice soup laughed, as if he had forgotten the misery of starvation and dying two days ago, and was looking at other people's jokes with satisfaction.

"My lord, the prisoner has fainted."

Li Dao waved his hand and said, "Drag it down, put on a hood, so as not to be a ghost who died unjustly, thinking that the unjust soul saw the mansion after death, and thought that the mansion deliberately killed him." ”

"Yes, sir." The officials dragged the fainted Sun Yuanhua down to Xingtai, and after a cup of tea, brought the hooded prisoner to Xingtai. Li Dao looked at the hour, picked up the arrow on the table, threw it to the ground, and shouted: "Three o'clock at noon, the hour has come, execution!" ”

The big man on the stage swallowed a sip of wine, sprayed on the shiny big knife, held the handle of the knife with both hands, and under the exclamation and numb eyes of everyone, a side split, the head wrapped in black cloth rolled to the ground like a ball, and the blood flowed all over the ground. After watching the lively crowd, after sighing and sighing, it gradually dispersed.

Not far away, Chen Ji's shopkeeper still shouted hard: "Chen Ji is making soup kitchen...... The carriage parked a little far away gradually moved away, and the handyman dragged away the corpse, poured a few buckets of water, and after the cleaning, he hurriedly ran back to eat.

On the carriage, Yang Fan glanced at Sun Yuanhua, who was fascinated, shook his head, and said, "From now on, there will be no more Sun Yuanhua." However, the person lying in the carriage was clearly Sun Yuanhua, breathing freely, not knowing when he would wake up.