Yan Hong was still smiling, and said unhurriedly: "Father-in-law Zhang, what's the hurry?" When I arrived in Qufu, I didn't necessarily live in peace. Besides, if there is really a civil uprising, I and Lord Hai died in the line of duty, and you hid in Qufu to escape, is this like a word? Long live it? Even if there are a lot of long live lords, my grandfather can't spare you. In my opinion, you'd better stay here. However, this disaster victim should not be underestimated, and you should think about what I told you last night. ”

Zhang Cheng pondered for a long time, and finally gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, isn't it just borrowing money, can't I borrow it?" As long as people live, they are stronger than anything else. Yan Hong nodded and said: "That's right, if a person dies, what's the use of you leaving so much silver." ”

It turned out that Yan Hong made up his mind to knock Zhang Cheng's bamboo pole. Therefore, yesterday I discussed with Zhang Cheng to "lend" all his silver. It's just that Zhang Cheng wants to make a fortune, so it's easy for him to collect money, and it's a lot more difficult for him to pay. It was just through today's refugee siege that he helped Yan Hong so much.

Yan Hong's amount of money was originally a lot, and with Zhang Cheng's stack, the small treasury of the Qincha team was enriched. It's just this kind of way of working out of his own pocket to do things for the public, Yan Hong is okay, Zhang Chengcheng is in pain.

This refugee besieged Qin Cha Xingyuan early in the morning, and it was already past noon after a toss in the middle. In the future, but I saw that on the streets of Jinan, there were many officials and officials, holding gongs, sounding gongs and shouting everywhere, only saying that the Qincha was giving relief outside the city today, so that the victims in the city had no money and queued up outside the city to receive porridge. He also said that in the city, rice was sold by the officials, and the price was based on the time when there was no disaster. The price is reduced by three cents per catty.

As soon as the news came out. The people did not cheer in unison. A two-pronged approach. It seems that this is really going to be released, and many people knelt on the ground and thanked the gods and Buddhas and all the immortal officials.

There is only one place where the officials in the city sell rice, which is near the prefect's office, and a temporary mat shed is set up, and two assistants from the political envoy department of the Chengxuan are weighed by the men transferred from several grain stores. Sitting upright in the center. With a thin figure, a straight face, a yellow face, and blazing eyes, it was Hai Rui, the deputy envoy of the Qin Mission. As soon as this lord sat down, the people who came around had the backbone. A handsome martial artist beside Hai Rui, guarding with a sword, was none other than Li Kunpeng, a high-footed man of the Huashan faction.

In this place where rice is bought, a thick line is drawn with white powder. Twists and turns, coiled out of the distance. All those who want to buy rice. Stepping on the white line to line up, there are more local officials, holding water and fire sticks, pulling up long ropes to maintain order. There are also some Jinyi official schools, armed with knives.

It turned out that Lord Qincha had passed down the word, in order to prevent someone from maliciously hoarding, today each person is limited to buying two liters of rice, and no more can be bought. Moreover, the person who buys the rice must declare his name, and the two officials who are responsible for the declaration of the political envoy are responsible for registering the name, and if after checking the fish scale album, it is found that there is a fake name or impersonation, and the person will be questioned.

In this way, this speed is naturally much slower, and Qin Cha has another order that anyone who dares to take the opportunity to incite the people, molest women, and steal property will be arrested by the Jinyi Official Academy and beheaded on the spot!

As soon as this order came out, the soul of the local city fox society in Jinan Prefecture was scared. They were the most well-informed, and they had heard that this morning, they had cut down something that did not know whether they were alive or dead, and had caught a lot of splashes. If you want to try whether the knife is fast enough, then you really ask the birthday boy to eat arsenic.

The ordinary people and refugees around looked at the big carts one by one, piling up the sacks to the prefect's yamen, and after a while, they were piled up like a mountain, and it seemed that there was not a small amount of grain and rice. Someone pulled the man with the cart and asked, and the man said impatiently: "What is this bit of grain, there is more rice in the porridge shed outside the city, and more of it has been transported to the side of the Qincha Xingyuan." And tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, there will be luck every day. Don't pull me, this trip to Sanhe rice, don't delay me to earn food and drink for the family. ”

After listening to this man's words, the people finally had a bottom in their hearts. It seems that the imperial court is really moving this time, and there is a lot of food, and I always have confidence in my heart. The slow speed of selling rice does not seem to be due to the deliberate delay of not having rice in hand, but the fear of deliberately buying more and hoarding without conscience. Speaking of which, who doesn't know the way, a few big people in Jinan City, each rice and flour warehouse, would rather rot and mold, than low price, or Qincha, or the court.

Hai Rui listened to the discussion of the people, complained that selling rice was too slow, and couldn't help but think to himself: Why don't I want to sell more grain, but how can there be grain to sell? Fathers and fellow villagers, you will just have a little, you can't buy rice, wait in the back and look at this sack, and have many hopes. But Yan Hong's ghost ideas are really a lot. It's really reassuring.

It turned out that what Yan Hong sang today was an empty city plan. These sacks are true, but they are not all grain. Most of them were filled with grass, mud, and stones. This idea is also simple, it is nothing more than using these fake grains to deceive the people into reassurance. If the people know that there is not much rice in the hands of the Dao Qincha, and the people are panicking, and someone provokes it, it will really be out of control. Therefore, there are many soldiers who patrol back and forth with the convoy. I was afraid that someone would rob me temporarily, snatch the rice and not tighten, and snatch the mud bag but expose it.

The porridge shack outside the city is much more real. Shen Yu's 2,000 soldiers and horses joined the men and horses of the five military camps of the Beijing Division, plus some local archers, Minzhuang and guards, a total of thousands of people, built more than 100 mat sheds, and got more than 100 cauldrons from the city, and set up firewood to boil porridge. Qin Cha has something to say, if this porridge can't stand up with chopsticks today, the person who boils the porridge will go to get forty military sticks by himself.

The thick aroma of rice wafted around, and the people lined up to receive the porridge. After all, these more than 100 cauldrons are limited, where can hundreds of thousands of victims reach them for a while? People in the distance naturally can't drink it for a while. However, everyone smelled the fragrance of rice, and then looked at the mountains of grain, and their hearts were confident. The soldiers around them, as well as the knives and guns in their hands, also gave them no idea of coaxing the food. Although the number of people is large and the line is long, the scene is not bad.

Here the Chin Cha also drew white lines on the ground and pulled long ropes. Everyone walked on the line, and whoever dared to push it pulled out and beat him with a whip. All of a sudden, order was in order. When he got the porridge, he was busy drinking it. In line, look forward to it. Although there are some people muttering quietly, the atmosphere is basically good. Those who finished eating and were about to arrive couldn't help but chant Amitabha, thanking Yan Qincha and Long Live Grandpa Hongen.

The team moved forward slowly. Qin Cha was making Yan Hong complacent pacing back and forth in the porridge field. After a while, he walked to the cauldron and watched the officials serve porridge to the people. After a while, he walked to the crowd who had already received the porridge, asked how the body was, and told the person to drink the porridge slowly and not to get burned. After a while, he went to the crowd that was about to line up, and kindly asked them which prefecture and which county they were from, and how many people they were in the family. Those people were very anxious, but they had to force a smile at Qin Cha.

As for those who were relatively late in the queue and couldn't drink today, Yan Hong didn't dare to risk losing to talk to them. It wasn't that he hadn't queued up to buy a ticket for the Spring Festival before he crossed, and he knew the taste of this team of ghosts, and he didn't dare to ask for it.

Those who have already drunk the porridge, or those who are in the front of the queue to receive the porridge, are naturally smiling, talking and laughing. An old woman with snow-white hair and patched clothes said, "My wife, I have lived to be sixty-five years old, and I have passed through more than one famine. However, it was the first time I had seen such a young chincha. Along the way, there were a lot of wooden signs and a porridge bowl, as long as you are not blind, you also know that there is porridge to drink. ”

A few young people beside her hurriedly said: "Grandma, let's say a few words, if you talk about the old man like this, you will have to eat and behead." ”

Sun Yuerong was also shuttling in the team, and just when she heard this, she came over and said, "Grandma, don't be afraid, Yan Qin is very talkative." When you say that, he listens to it comfortably, this guy is just a flamboyant belly, and he doesn't know when he will come up with some kind of ghost idea. What kind of horn did he make, the ears of noisy people hurt. ”

When the old woman saw Sun Yuerong, she was not afraid, and said with a smile: "This happy and straightforward Nizi is really our Shandong girl, don't twist, what do you want." When the old body was young, he also had this temper. Good boy. ”

When Sun Yuerong walked away, the old lady said again: "I look at that, this Qin cha will not be wrong in the future, I have good vision and insight." If you are looking for a mother-in-law, you have to look for this, you look at the long legs, the waist, the ass, and the breasts. Tsk, at first glance, it can be born and raised. ”

Sun Yuerong didn't know that she had become the target of gossip from the victims. She followed Yan Hongdong to look around, looking at the huge disaster relief scene and the spectacular flow of people, she only felt that compared to Yan Honglai, her scattered wealth and disaster relief that day was simply a joke. Fortunately, she was originally bold, and the more powerful her man, the more proud she was.

However, after thinking about it carefully, she felt that there was something wrong, so she walked to Yan Hong's side, poked his waist and eyes, and whispered: "I said, we don't have much food." I don't think you can last three or two days. ”

Yan Hong smiled and whispered, "I know the truth." I even copied the bottom of the library, these hundreds of thousands of mouths, drinking Xili snoring, although it is porridge, where can it withstand such consumption. So you didn't see that I only dared to put more than 100 mouthfuls in the pot? I don't know what happened to Lord Lu Daohai, I guess that although he sells slowly, it will only be a matter of two days. It's just that on the first day, if they don't let them eat enough, they won't have a bottom in their hearts, and when they wait until the evening, those bastards will fant it, and tomorrow will be even more troublesome. Now you can only walk one day and count as a day. However, I have already written to several surrounding prefectures and counties to ask them to transport grain to Jinan. Anyway, the disaster victims are all here, and there are not many disaster victims in the local area. They keep the grain in the treasury and don't pay it, what kind of kindness do they have? (To be continued......)