Zhang Lifeng was in the crowd at this time to provide disaster relief, this kid was full of thoughts, knowing that the young man was about to come to him, he deliberately hid in the crowd to share porridge, and did not look at the face of the monk to see the face of the Buddha, at least the young man would not kill him in front of everyone. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

But what Zhang Lifeng didn't expect was that the young man was too angry, and roared, "Zhang Lifeng!" and flew in front of him like a gust of wind.

Seeing that this young man's sword eyebrows were wide and his face was full of murderous aura, the surrounding refugees were agitated by this murderous aura, and automatically took three steps back, letting Zhang Lifeng alone.

Zhang Lifeng scolded in his heart, you bastards, the queue is quite long when you eat porridge, and you run faster than anyone else when something happens, but when things come, you have to face it.

Having made up his mind, Zhang Lifeng sneered and said, "I don't know what the immortals are doing when they are looking for me Zhang?"

The young man raised his eyebrows and asked, "Do you know about the mixing of sand and chaff in this porridge?" ”

Zhang Lifeng smiled and said, "Oh, so that's the case, of course I know, it's because of ......"

Without waiting for Zhang Lifeng to finish speaking, the young man sneered, "It's good that you know!"

Before the words fell, the young man's right hand punched Zhang Lifeng's nose, Zhang Lifeng's eyes were dark, and he flew out with a muffled snort.

Several bandits next to him have been taken care of by Zhang Lifeng these days, and they called "big brother" and wanted to help him up, but they glanced at the angry young man, and they were afraid of the majesty of the immortals, so they didn't dare to step forward.

Zhang Lifeng struggled to get up, his head was dizzy, he shook his head twice, sobered up, and was overjoyed in his heart, the young man did not take out his sword to kill him in anger, and his plan became the majority.

So he stood up, made a full play, and continued to explain, "Immortal, listen to my explanation......

How could the angry young man still listen to his explanation, another old punch smashed into his face, and Zhang Lifeng's thin body was knocked out again.

Zhang Lifeng hadn't gotten up yet, and the young man rushed towards him again, Zhang Lifeng was shocked, this little ancestor's fist was not a trouble, why didn't the thin monkey kid bring the scholar.

Seeing that this heavy punch was about to be suppressed, Zhang Lifeng shouted that it was not good, and he was powerless to stop it, so he could only raise his hands to block it.

When it was too late, a white light flashed, and in the blink of an eye, Zhang Lifeng was entangled in a cloud of white smoke, and moved three meters backwards, dodging the heavy punch.

Zhang Lifeng was overjoyed, looked forward, and sure enough, the thin monkey who had been told in the morning came over with the scholar.

The young man wanted to step forward and beat him, but the scholar stopped him, "Brother Xian, stop, what happened, you want to do this to Mr. Zhang?"

The young man was full of anger, he was not good at speaking, how could he be in the mood to explain, and pointed at Zhang Lifeng and shouted, "You asked him what good things he did?"

The scholar glanced at Zhang Lifeng suspiciously, and asked softly, "Mr. Zhang, what did you do to provoke my virtuous brother so angry?"

Zhang Lifeng's face turned red, and he said embarrassedly, "Misunderstanding, it's all a misunderstanding, two immortals, there are many people here, it's better for us to go over there and explain things clearly, so that the immortals don't feel happy." ”

The scholar had this intention in his heart, but before he could speak, the young man said coldly, "If there is something to make it clear, let's make it clear here, don't we have any ugly things that we can't see?"

Zhang Lifeng listened, glanced at the scholar carefully, and asked him what he meant with his eyes.

The scholar sighed, his virtuous brother is really a sword idiot who doesn't care about the world, and he doesn't understand the world at all, but since he is a younger brother, he has to help him no matter what.

Therefore, the scholar glanced at Zhang Lifeng and said, "Okay, let's talk about something here!"

Zhang Lifeng organized his words and explained.

It turned out that since the locust plague in this Liangshui City, a group of wealthy rice shops began to hoard grain, and the highest price was obtained.

Suddenly, the price of grain in the city skyrocketed, and some people with a little bit of assets could still struggle to support themselves, while those ordinary farmers could only eat tree bark and dig Guanyin soil.

The original meaning of disaster relief is to support and protect these ordinary farmers who are about to starve to death.

At the beginning of the disaster relief porridge, the refugees in the whole city came to line up to receive the porridge, but after two or three days, Zhang Lifeng and his front-line staff found a problem.

It is because the white porridge is free, in addition to the refugees who can't eat, some idle people also come to line up to receive the porridge, they are not unable to eat, but want to take advantage of the free meal.

What's worse is that because these idlers are strong and have time, they often queue up earlier and more actively than the refugees, and those refugees who really can't eat are squeezed by them to the point where they can't eat.

At the beginning, Zhang Lifeng planned to use the bandits' expertise to solve this problem, and called a few fierce bandits to pull out those idlers and teach them a hard lesson, so as to warn other idlers.

But the good times did not last long, and the next day the idlers learned to be obedient, wearing tattered clothes, wiping their faces with dirt and ashes, pretending to be refugees and queuing up to ask for porridge, and now their behavior was more concealed and unscrupulous.

Zhang Lifeng was very worried about this, and finally reminded him of a news he saw in his time.

That is the theory of a well-known economist who advocated the construction of low-rent housing instead of toilets. As soon as this theoretical tank came out, it was immediately spurned by the broad masses of the people, saying that this expert had fallen into the eyes of money and was blind, completely divorced from the actual situation.

But later, after some expert popularization, people began to gradually accept this theory.

Why is this? Because the rent price of low-rent housing is much lower than the market, some second-hand dealers will take advantage of this loophole and rent it out and sublet it out to make the difference.

And those who rent low-rent housing, even if the economic conditions improve in the future, he will not return it to those who need it more, because it is too cheap, and there is money and no bastard.

The original meaning of low-rent housing is to provide temporary housing conditions for citizens with financial difficulties. Therefore, in order to prevent the phenomenon of appeals, low-rent houses deliberately do not build toilets, and artificially set up uncomfortable conditions for accommodation.

If you don't have the money to rent another house, you can bear with it, and if you have the money to rent another house, go to a place with a toilet.

So in terms of the end result, the economist's theory that low-rent housing does not build toilets still makes a lot of sense.

Zhang Lifeng decided to refer to this theory to solve the problem at hand.

He deliberately mixed bran into the white porridge for disaster relief to make it taste worse, and deliberately mixed it with sand to make it difficult to swallow.

The effect was obvious, except for the refugees who were really starving to death, the idlers who could find a way to fill their stomachs would never again come to drink such disgusting porridge.

Of course, there were also a few idlers in the middle who threw bowls to protest, but so many bandits next to them were not vegetarians, and they couldn't beat the immortal cultivators.

Since then, idlers have never dared to set foot in this place again, and even some young refugees can queue up to drink porridge when they come here, which can be regarded as a big problem.