"They are so rampant, are they really not afraid that things will be revealed?" The jade bottle muttered, and his voice was lowered a little, after all, there were still a few people in front of him to reach Chijing.

"There's someone up there, so it's lawless." Chi Jingdao said that anti-corruption has been inexhaustible from ancient times to the present, and she didn't think there was anything strange about it.

"Aren't you afraid that the emperor will know?" Embezzling disaster silver is a big crime to behead the victims, plus it is so harsh on the victims. When that day comes, when Long Yan is furious, will they regret what they did today?

"I must not be afraid to do it so blatantly. Besides, wealth is in danger. She believed that throughout the ages, no emperor would be happy to see the moths of these countries, and if he did, he would definitely get rid of them quickly.

This is not to say that those emperors feel sorry for the victims, or even those swallowed silver taels, they just don't allow the emperor's majesty to be provoked.

The people who had received the porridge in front of them walked back happily, and within two steps the porridge had already been completely distributed, but they still did not put down the bowl, but stuck their tongues to the bottom of the bowl and licked the thin and almost unsmellable smell of rice soup before they gave up.

Before, the other person who helped carry the pot was already lazy, but now there is only one officer and soldier guarding the pot and scolding and distributing porridge, and at one moment he says that his hands are tired, and then he says that he is standing on his feet numb, and in addition to scolding the victims, he also scolds the colleague who ran to be lazy.

"Official, why is there so much soot in this porridge?" The lady in front of her had a good eye and found the black dots of cigarette ash floating on the porridge noodles.

"Love to eat or not! Lao Tzu is still waiting! The officers and soldiers who divided the porridge were angry, spat into the pot, and stirred vigorously.

The lady walked away silently.

Finally, it was the turn of the pool net.

...

Like the victims in front of her, she consciously picked up one of the broken bowls next to the cauldron, held the bowl in her hands with both hands, and stared intently at the rice soup in the pot with hungry eyes.

When the officer and soldier who shared the porridge saw the scar on her face, they hurriedly poured half a spoonful into her bowl casually, and drove her as if they were chasing something dirty: "Hurry up, go quickly." ”

She looked up dissatisfied: "This half bowl is not enough." ”

The half spoonful of the so-called porridge was actually poured into the bowl with only a few bites, and most of them were splashed outside the bowl, not even half a bowl.

"What are you shouting? You've eaten it all, and no one else needs to eat it? Less nonsense, ugly, rolling. Seeing that she was so ignorant, the officer and soldier's face became even more ugly.

"Not enough." Chi Jingdao still stood in place and did not leave.

The people in the back began to whisper, but they didn't dare to say too loudly: "Hurry up, they're all starving..."

"Why don't you go away, we've been waiting for a long time..."

"What's going on? Is that girl crazy? We're going to eat too..."

"Go away, don't get in the way... Go away..."

However, no matter what they said, Chi Jing just held the small broken bowl and looked at the officer and soldier fixedly, without the slightest intention of leaving.

"Girl?" The jade bottle gently tugged at the hem of her clothes from behind, and she couldn't understand which one the girl was suddenly playing. Didn't you say try to keep a low profile and not attract anyone's attention? But now it's almost the focus of everyone.

"Not enough. I don't have enough, and neither are they. As if he didn't feel the pull of the jade bottle, Chi Jing said again to the officers and soldiers who were sharing the porridge, and there was a flash of light in his eyes.

...

The eighty-year-old white-bearded old man, who was still hungry after a few sips of rice soup, was trying to recall the taste of the braised fish that his old woman had cooked when she was young.

"What's wrong? What's wrong? Is the flood coming again? "His teeth were all gone, and he couldn't speak very clearly.

"Shhhh Look..."The man who hit him was another old man with white eyebrows, but much younger—only in his sixties at most, and he held a bowl of thick and full white porridge in his hand, and showed it to the white-bearded old man as if he were offering a treasure.

"Ahh The white-bearded old man screamed in fright.

The white-eyed old man hurriedly covered his mouth, and hurriedly said in his ear: "Go and get it, the eighty percent ghost who divides the porridge is on his body, and if he goes late, the porridge will be gone." ”

The white-bearded old man sat up with great difficulty and limped towards the cauldron. The pot in front of me is no longer the thin and dirty rice soup from before, but a real thick porridge!

The officer and soldier who shared the porridge were the same person, but they no longer cursed and said vicious things that could make people's hearts bleed while being assigned. The man held the spoon like three souls separated from the seven spirits, and filled the empty bowls stretched out by everyone with a big spoon, and he didn't even shout tired after holding a dozen bowls.

Every bowl is thick and full, every bowl is!

...

The old man with the white beard trembled and stretched out his hand to wipe the tears from his eyes, so that his blurred eyes could see everything in front of him.

Finally, once again sure that he was not dazzled or dreaming, he staggered a little, and then suddenly began to beat his heart, opened his bare mouth and cried silently—to be soft, to be soft...

If he had scared away the well-wishers on the body of the porridge, he would not have the face to go to the nine springs to see his wife, son and daughter-in-law, grandson and granddaughter-in-law, great-granddaughter-in-law, and great-grandson who was whipped until he was seriously injured and died in the middle of the night in order to grab half a bowl of porridge for him, an old immortal...

Good great-grandson... Why don't you wait another day? Kind ghost... Why don't you come a day early?

I want his family to be known to the four generations of the same family, and it is a harmonious family that everyone envies in North County... Now, now, only he, a lonely old man in his last years...

"Old man?"

The white-bearded old man's consciousness gradually dissipated. He felt his body sinking, but sometimes it seemed to be rising. In a white mist, he saw his old woman leading a group of children and grandchildren to walk towards him with a smile, each wearing bright red clothes, and her face was also beaming with joy, and her face was full of joy.

"Old man? Do you hear me, old man? ”

He took the old woman's hand, reached out to help her pull a few snow-white totes around her ears, and smiled happily at the children and grandchildren, as if all this had happened before. At that time, he and the old woman got up early every day, sat in the lobby of the house, and waited for the children and grandchildren to come to say hello every day.

"Old man, come back quickly."

He also saw his good great-grandson... He smiled from ear to ear. The most important thing for a family is to be neat and tidy, reunited, and never separated.

"Old man, you haven't come yet, wake up quickly!"

That's great. If it's a dream, never wake up. This girl, stop trying to wake me up, I want to sleep, I want to be with my family forever.

"Old man, your life is not over! Don't go with them! ”

Is the longevity unfinished? Then he doesn't want this yang longevity, so let's share it with others...

He's lived so long, and he's got enough, he's got enough.