The purpose of raising the cost of entering the city is to keep out most of the victims.

If all the victims were allowed to enter at will, the city would be in chaos.

"In the absence of enough food, everything is empty talk."

The victims will have to hold on for two more days until the relief food arrives

Shen Xingluo's eyes flashed slightly, and he shook his head invisibly.

He put the freshly baked twenty meat skewers on his plate, "Father-in-law doesn't have to worry, this is something that Chincha-sama should consider." ”

As for them, the little people, just take care of their own one-third of an acre.

Shenjia Village now has no worries about eating and drinking, and there are more than 200 people working for themselves, which is simply happy like a fairy.

I've never been happier before the snow disaster.

"That's right!"

Lao Tzu is a dart, his daughter and son-in-law just eat and drink well, what do you do so much!

Cheng Daqian suddenly brightened up when he heard this, and his furrowed eyebrows finally loosened.

Then he felt that his stomach was empty, and he was hungry, and the smell of the meat skewers went straight to his nose.

"Ouch, girl, what's the best food again? It's a good smell! ”

Cheng Xi twitched the corner of his mouth, dare you just find out?

"Your son-in-law baked it, can you taste it?"

She handed over the plate where the meat skewers were kept, and sprinkled a handful of chili noodles on top.

Dad Cheng is a spicy and bold man, eating meat and drinking wine is his essence, as for small cakes and shallots, there is no need for anything at all.

I'd better keep this thing for myself and Xiaoqi.

"Open the meal!"

Tonight the meat skewers are made.

The elders shouted, and Shen Xingqi became the happiest one in the family, and specially filled Cheng Daqian with a bowl of wine.

"Uncle Cheng, you drink!"

"Xiaoqi is still sensible, I drank with your father back then, and I only drank it in a cup, which was not tasteful enough!"

The charcoal in the trough was filled with charcoal, and it burned so hot that you could feel the heat from far away, and the trough was covered with a layer of meat skewers, alternating fat and lean meat, and the occasional cameo with a piece of vegetables.

Shen Xingluo and Cheng Xi sat on the east and west sides of the iron trough and worked together, and the husband and wife cooperated tacitly, and two plates were baked in a short time.

Cheng Daqian ate with peace of mind, grabbed a handful of shallots from time to time and put them in his mouth to season, and the cold dishes on the table were also decreasing at an incredible speed.

Shen Xingqi was still a little guilty at first, what happened to her being a junior eating here?

However, when she saw that her brother and sister-in-law cooperated seamlessly without communicating at all, the eyes that looked at each other were still strange, and she suddenly felt that the meat skewers she had just eaten in her stomach were expanding.

Forget it, she's better eat skewers.

"Sister-in-law, do you want to roast a vegetable?"

I haven't eaten that thing yet, and I don't know what it tastes like.

"Okay."

Cheng Xi grabbed a handful of skewered vegetables and put them on the iron trough, and after a while, there was a burst of fragrance.

Cheng Daqian, who was masturbating strings, was stunned, "What is so fragrant?" ”

It doesn't smell like meat!

So Shen Xingqi watched as his brother took the vegetable skewers from his sister-in-law and put them on Cheng Daqian's empty plate.

She: "."

There's no place for her in this house, isn't she?

***

In the Shen ancestral hall, two old men with gray hair and completely different temperaments were chatting around the brazier.

You say a word to me, and from time to time you raise the teacup in your hand and take a sip, and the scene is extremely harmonious.

Jiang Lao lived in the village for three days in a row, and every day he either walked around the village or chatted with the sixth uncle, and he didn't have the frame of Lord Qincha at all.

And the housekeeper behind the old man is getting more and more anxious day by day.

"Sir, shouldn't we go into the city?"

You still have the imperial mandate with you.

If this day is delayed, both the capital and the victims will have to wait!

"What's the panic?"

Jiang Lao didn't care, put his hands behind his back and walked slowly, "Didn't Zhou Lesong give porridge at the gate of the city from today on?" ”

"But that wasn't your order?"

The prefect of Lin'an Prefecture gave porridge, and many people inside and outside the city called them good officials, and almost forgot about keeping them outside the city, but our situation is getting worse and worse.

"It doesn't matter who gives the order, as long as the victims can eat a mouthful of hot food."

Jiang Lao thought about it very much, and at this time, his eyes were looking at a group of skiing teenagers who were winding down the mountain, and his face was relieved.

This thing is really good, if the people in the north can ski, wouldn't they be able to go out at will in winter?

Even in the event of a snowstorm, you can travel thousands of miles in a day!

If it is used for messenger stations or wars

Jiang Ming didn't know that his master was secretly poking and poking for the benefit of the people of Dayan, and the corners of his mouth bubbled up in a hurry behind him, "According to the distance we set off from the capital, we should arrive in Fucheng three days ago." ”

The guards who were beaten back a few days ago have recovered from their injuries, where is there any need to stay?

Since the team set off from the capital, his lord has been more and more anxious day by day, and he can't wait to put on his wings and fly to Lin'an Mansion City, why is he not in a hurry when he is about to arrive?

The housekeeper didn't understand.

"That's what you're talking about, so don't worry."

Jiang Lao retracted his gaze, and turned his head to return to the ancestral hall as if he had made up his mind, "The day before yesterday, I asked the three masters of Qingshan Village to write a letter to inform Governor Zhou of the news that we were ambushed. ”

The old man's words are not shocking and endless:

"In Zhou Lesong's eyes, we are already dead."

Jiang Ming: "?!" ”

"Dead people?"

Cheng Xi's eyes widened in surprise, "Lord Jiang wants to do whatever he wants?" ”

"Yes."

Shen Xingluo said, "So these more than 200 mountain bandits can't escort Fucheng for the time being, and they have to stay for some time." ”

The scars on the man's face are getting lighter and lighter, and his former clear appearance has been restored.

Perhaps due to the doubling of training in recent months, the bookish anger on his body was replaced by the killing aura, and the whole person was exposed.

With such a momentum, everyone will believe in it if it is said that it is a background, right?

Cheng Xi retracted his gaze, "I said that Uncle Zheng has been so happy in the past two days, and he dared to be affectionate because someone called him." ”

Every time they go out and meet a patrol, they are obviously a lot more enthusiastic.

Shen Xingluo paused slightly when he heard this, and his eyes were slightly strange.

In fact, the bandits, led by the big bosses, were about to be tortured and go crazy.

Originally, they were mountain bandits who had not opened for three years and had eaten for three years, and they were happy like fairies in Qingshanzhai, that is, they occasionally went down the mountain and brandished big knives to scare and scare caravans into fights, and in most cases they still won with the advantage of numbers.

And now not only do they have to do dirty work every day, but they also have to get up early!

It's like asking for your own life.

I finally heard the news of the opening of Fucheng from the villagers, and I originally thought that I could ambush and escort their officials on the way back to Fucheng to "escape from prison", but I never expected that the villagers would not even give this opportunity!

(End of chapter)