The scorching sun and the hot air are scorching, and at this time, the wharf of Binh Duong City is crowded with people, and the number of people who come here is more than one or two times more than usual, and the reason why there are so many people is because of the locust plague, many people have no food, and the refugees who fled here are even more so......

In order not to let themselves go hungry, as long as they have some strength, they all come to the dock to sell coolies, carrying some heavy goods, to maintain their livelihood, and such a hard and extremely laborious work, in exchange for just a few steamed buns and, the output of physical strength, a few steamed buns are not enough to eat, and there is no other place to go except here, although it is very tiring to carry heavy goods, but it can be guaranteed that it will not be starved to death for the time being......

Some of the laborers went to the dock to carry the goods and eat, and the only ones left were some old, weak, sick and disabled, and some small children... Without labor, they can only barely survive on the small amount of food stored at home and the gruel distributed by the government every day...

"All lined up, lined up!" At the entrance of the official yamen, many people gathered at this time, and the yacha shouted in a somewhat rough tone, managing these refugees.

Most of the refugees gathered were old, weak, sick and disabled women with children. They lined up in four long lines, all of them turned their heads from time to time with a pair of hungry and eager eyes to look at the big wooden barrels containing gruel not far ahead, and there was a smile of anticipation on their gray faces, it was noon at the moment, and at this time of the day, everyone would give out a steamed bun.... And that's where the smile comes from...

"It's all lined up, one steamed bun per adult, one bowl of porridge, and half a child!" Looking at these people in front of him, Yacha said with a serious expression.

"Next." At the end of the line, the yacha handed the old man in front of him a steamed bun, read aloud, as the old man left with the steamed bun, stepped forward with a woman with a little boy, yacha frowned, handed her a steamed bun, and handed the little boy half a steamed bun.

"Thank you, Uncle Yacha." After taking the steamed bun from the yacha, the woman hurriedly thanked.

Yacha ignored it, and said in a silent tone: "Next." "Cycle after cycle...

A thin man, looking down at a bowl of porridge and a steamed bun in his hand, took a steamed bun, ate it in two bites, looked at the porridge with only a few grains of rice, picked up the bowl and drank it clean, and complained a little: "Uncle Yacha, this porridge is inevitably too thin!" Can't you give one more steamed bun to this steamed bun? ”

"Some of them are good to eat, and they are picky, hurry up and eat, and go and wash the dishes when they are done, and the people in the back will still use the bowls." Hearing this, Yacha urged impatiently.

The thin man groaned for a long time, but he couldn't say half a word, so he had to leave happily.

If you eat anything, you feel hungry, and those who don't eat are still sending a team, hoping that it will be their turn sooner......

"Okay, today's steamed buns and porridge have been distributed, so let's scatter them." Glancing at the barrel, which was also empty, a messenger announced in a loud voice.

The words of the yacha had just blurted out, and unsurprisingly, in front of the crowded yamen, it caused a wave of dissatisfied opposition...

"Why is the amount distributed every day getting less and less every day?"

"Yes, didn't the emperor order that the grain should not be handed over this year, didn't all the grain collected at the landlord's house be returned, and grain was also transported from other places, why is this porridge still so thin?"

"yes, why did you send it out so quickly? What should we do if we don't have food? ”

The crowd suddenly became noisy, constantly asking questions and asking dissatisfied questions