When Yang Fan returned to Laopu Street, he heard some businessmen around him discussing, "Sir, I heard that the Gu family is fighting with you, saying that the sirry will open the shed and give porridge for one day, and his Gu family will also open for one day, is it true or false?" ”

Yang Fan smiled: "It's true." ”

When they heard this, they arched their hands and said, "Then we will ask for a bowl of porridge to drink tomorrow." Yang Fan smiled and said, "When the time comes, a few people will come to cheer, don't break your promise." "Yang Fan secretly slandered himself, he was afraid that you would run away when the time came.

"Haha, it must be."

Yang Fan returned to Limindang and was watching Liang Bo and the others busy settling accounts. "Uncle Liang, Uncle Sun, how is the resettlement of refugees in the suburbs?" "Sir, don't mention it. It was a mess, and as soon as we transported the grain, we almost fought. A few of us with old arms and legs, how can we stand up to the coaxing of those people. Fortunately, he only sent someone to transport a hundred stones, otherwise if they were all transported, it was estimated that they would be snatched up. ”

Yang Fan frowned and said, "Then what?" ”

"Fortunately, the officials from several counties came to guard the town, so there was no big mess. Now it seems that all the Jinyi guards have gone over to watch, otherwise it is really hard to say what kind of chaos will happen. Liang Fu slapped his shoulder, "If you want to say pitiful, they are quite pitiful, alas." ”

"Uncle Liang, how is this business that benefits the people?"

"There is no improvement, our silver is spent faster than running water, and in just a few days, another thousand taels of silver have been burned. I said, sir, are you doing business or doing good? ”

Yang Fan glanced at Liang Fu and understood that he wanted him to be a manager like this, the money on the account did not increase but decreased, and he couldn't hang on his face, so he explained: "We should benefit the people, and we should take it from the people for the people, and the money that should be spent still has to be spent." Take another fifteen stones of barley from the cellar, and this time I will go to the outskirts myself! "If such a messy group of people still want to take it to Luzon? It is estimated that the boat will be overturned in the middle of the road, and they must do ideological work.

"That's right, sir. The one in the cellar said you were back and you had to go see him. I look at him like that, I guess he is about to go crazy, sometimes he eats the lunch sent over for dinner, and asks why he sends two dinners, he is really about to go crazy. ”

Yang Fan was taken aback, "Huh." It's better not to bother him yet. ”

After finding another carriage and dragging fifteen stones of barley, Yang Fan rushed to the outskirts of the city, the refugee stronghold that had been built. There were 100 temporary sheds, and 30,000 people were crowded among them like cattle, and now with the guards of brocade clothes and officials, the scene is much more stable.

Seeing the carriage coming, Mao Huiyuan, a hundred households of Jinyi Wei, hurriedly came over. Seeing Yang Fan coming, he hurriedly saluted and said, "Jinyi Wei Baihu Mao Huiyuan is far away from Ling Hebo." ”

"How's it going?"

Mao Huiyuan said: "The riot was suppressed, but the food brought by those lords is gone." Those who grabbed the food refused to hand it over, and it was impossible for us, the dozens of people, to search for it one by one. Yang Fan sighed and said, "Pull these fifteen stones of barley to the edge of the stove." Calling some people, all out of the shed, I have something to say. ”

"Yes, sir." Mao Huiyuan took a few of his subordinates and hurried to do something. Yang Fan watched as the black pressed group of people were driven out of the shed and stood together, listless, like walking corpses. Men, women, and children, all of them looked at the fifteen stone grains that had been transported by the side of the stove, and their eyes showed a look of longing, but the brocade guards with knives on one side discouraged them, and they stood in place and did not dare to make any changes, or their lives mattered.

"Rob, why didn't anyone go up and rob it?" Yang Fan's voice was filled with an angry sneer. Everyone looked at the young man in a gorgeous dress, but no one listened to him and went to grab the food.

Yang Fan walked to the edge of the stove, signaled to the officer, picked up the knife in his hand, pulled it out, and slapped it on the stove, the sound of clanging directly made some children bury their faces in their mother's arms.

"Do you owe it so that someone has a knife on your neck to do what a man should do? Why rob? Sue me! Yang Fan's heart was very dull, "These grains were originally for you, why do you want to rob them?" Do you old men really compete with women and children, with the old and weak? Yes? ”

Every word of Yang Fan was like a hoarse cry. He naturally understands that these hungry people see the desire for food, but the desire is the desire, and as a human being, there should be a minimum of dignity and morality. That's the only thing he asks of these people.

"The rice you have in that bag, yes, it was meant for you. So why rob it? There is a stove and a pot, and now, it is a personal one, put all the rice you have robbed into the pot, otherwise, from tomorrow onwards, I will not send any more grain, and you will ask for more blessings. ”

I don't know if it was the only little conscience left in these people's hearts that was awakened, or the threat of Yang Fan's last sentence, those who grabbed the white rice in the crowd stood up one after another and poured all the rice they grabbed into the pot.

Dozens of officials and brocade guards on the side looked at Yang Fan in surprise and said, "Sir, you are really a god, you can get this done in a few words, it's really amazing." "If you continue to be so deadlocked, not to mention starving to death who didn't grab rice, and those who grabbed rice don't dare to blatantly take it out and cook it yourself.

"Okay, don't make a fool of yourself, hurry up and make a fire to make porridge." Yang Fan waved his hand.

Half an hour later, more than a dozen cauldrons of cooking smoke curled up, the fragrance of rice overflowed, and 30,000 refugees lined up in an orderly manner to receive porridge under the coordination of Yang Fan, with the old and weak women and children in front, and the young and strong forces behind, and then returned to their own resettlement sites.

Yang Fan also instructed people to bring quicklime and sprinkle it on the edge of those temporary dung pits to prevent the spread of the plague that may lead to many people, and now that the weather is cold, it is impossible for them to take a bath one by one, and the best thing is not to let some people who suffer from wind and cold infect it.

After processing this qiē, Yang Fan also felt that his throat was on fire, and he casually scooped up a bowl of rice soup and drank it. This scene, in the eyes of those officials and refugees, seems so incredible. Everyone speculated about who this great good man was. In the end, I don't know who learned the truth, and gradually spread Yang Fan's name and deeds.

The child who drank the rice porridge had a look on his face, lay down in the woman's arms, and asked, "Mother, is this Ling Hebo, who beat away those bad people in the first place?" He was such a nice guy and brought us food. ”

The sorrow of the women and children for many days finally eased slightly, hugged the child's head, and murmured: "Bao'er, you have to remember that it was Lord Yang who gave you this life, and you must repay Lord Yang for saving his life in the future, do you know?" ”

"Hmm. Bao'er must repay the lord in the future. The child's eyes sparkled.