The sun had not yet come out at this time, but the red morning glow on the horizon dispelled the gloom.

"Squeak squeak~" With the sound of a toothache from the shaft, the drawbridge was slowly lowered, and then several soldiers-like people walked out of the city gate hole, these people were carrying long guns and short knives in their hands, but they were all listless, and it was strange for anyone to repeat the same work every day.

"Open the market~" A soldier shouted, and then he leaned against the city wall with the sheath knife in his hand, and leaned his body against the city wall crookedly, looking like he was going to stare for a while, and the big word "Yong" on the simple clothes on his chest was particularly conspicuous.

With the sound of shouting, the door hole of the city gate suddenly became lively, those carrying firewood, pushing carts, carrying burdens, slipped into the city gate, carried dung buckets, bought vegetables, carried hoes, slipped out of the city, people came and went, bustling.

"Fuck give Lao Tzu some spirits!" A middle-aged man who looked like a small officer looked at all his subordinates with this wilted appearance, and immediately scolded. However, he also knows that even if there is an improvement, it is estimated that the effect will last for a while, and what will happen later. Over time, we are accustomed to it.

Sure enough, most of the soldiers straightened their waists and pretended to be serious. But one of them remained the same, yawning incessantly.

"Guo Ertou, were you fucking drained by Widow Li last night, yo yo, look, you can't stand on your weak legs, hey~" As he spoke, the little officer raised his foot and kicked towards a soldier.

The soldier who was kicked was not annoyed, he put the waist knife in the crotch of his pants, rubbed his eyes vigorously with his free hand, and begged for mercy, "Boss, you have wronged me, I didn't go to Widow Li last night, Widow Li has come to Tiankui in the past two days, and I can't do that, this look is because my cat called Spring last night and barked for most of the night, I didn't sleep well, you take care of it, take care of it." As he spoke, the soldier grabbed a handful from the basket of an old man passing by, and then there was an extra melon in his hand, and the old man dared not speak out, so he had to continue walking towards the city in a stupid manner.

The little officer was about to say something, but at this time, a group of people rushed to the city gate, all wearing uniform clothes, and the person who started looked a little imposing.

"Isn't this Steward Zhao! Isn't this Steward Zhao coming to soup kitchen again?" the little officer hurriedly stepped forward and said when he saw the style of the clothes and the appearance of the person who made the head.

"But isn't it, our master said, this year's flood, three or four out of ten of our Chishui City disaster, it is the time to accumulate virtue and do good, we have to give half a month of porridge and rice, today is the fifth day!" said a family member next to him, looking very proud of his master's generous soup for half a month.

"Well, today our second lady Zhao Fu will come to give porridge in person!" Steward Zhao nodded, pointed to a small soft girl who followed behind several porridge trucks, and there was a little maid with delicate eyebrows standing next to the soft sedan chair.

"Second Miss Zhao is here in person?!! you can't be a fool, don't let those poor men outside the city bump into Second Miss, Guo Ertou, Ba'er, you two follow Steward Zhao together, what's wrong, damn Lao Tzu be careful of the skin on his body!" the little officer shouted and ordered loudly, for fear that others would not hear.

"Then there is Lao Huo holding the halberd!" Steward Zhao arched his hand a little reservedly. He is the third butler of the dignified Zhao Mansion, and the brother of his own master is the division in charge of the military quartermaster of Chishui City, so he is a high-grade official, or a seventh-grade official, but it is not comparable to this small and unpopular halberd chief of the city gate, but since this person is so good, it can't chill this person's mind, and deal with it somewhat.

"It should be, it should be!" The little officer suddenly smiled, and hurriedly drove the people passing by to the side with a shout, so that the people of the Zhao Mansion could pass first.

The group walked out of the city gate in front of the petty officer.

"Mother, here comes the porridge-"

"Hurry, hurry, it's too late, it's gone--"

"Dog's egg, where is the bowl, where is our bowl, hurry up and grab the porridge with my father!"

A group of ragged people saw the porridge cart come out, and they were still weak one by one, but they suddenly got up alive, called friends and companions, and hugged each other, but when they were about to approach the porridge cart, they consciously photographed the four columns of the team, but the team was still crowded and disputed because of a certain position in front and behind.

Seeing this, Steward Zhao nodded with satisfaction: "It seems that these poor men are quite well-behaved, otherwise when will they line up and when will they put porridge again!"

"It's still the third housekeeper, you have a lot of scheming, thanks to your rectification a few days ago, otherwise these people are miserable." A housekeeper hurriedly patted thousands of sycophants, but before he finished speaking, the third housekeeper had already left, obviously tired of listening to these sycophants, this housekeeper had to shut his mouth in the snickering of the rest of the housekeepers, and he didn't know what to scold the third housekeeper into.

"Miss, it's all arranged!" said the third housekeeper as he walked over to the small soft sedan chair.

"Then let's get started!" a crisp pear-like voice came out of the sedan chair, the sound was so pleasant that it couldn't help but make people reverie.

Then a woman dressed in snow satin and with a graceful figure walked out with the support of the little maid, but she wore a veil on her head to cover her face.

"Big brother, big brother - start putting porridge!" A ten-year-old girl pushed hard under the willow tree by the moat in the distance, and pushed a young man lying on a straw mat beside her.

The young man is not as old as twenty years old, he is of medium stature, and he does not look athletic, but from the few pieces of hard flesh exposed from the shabby jacket, it can be seen that this person should have some strength, and he is not good at matching.

"Push, push!" After the young man who was sleeping soundly was woken up by the girl, he seemed to be a little annoyed, and slapped the girl's little hand to the side, turned over, and changed from lying on his side to lying on his back, revealing his face.

Fang Zi's face, his face is not fair, but it is not the kind of dark that people who often work, a few shallow pits, it seems that he had a rash when he was a child, but his life was good and he survived.

The stubble is uneven, scattered around the chin, and the right eye circle is a little blue, and I don't know who gave it a beating.

The little girl pouted, as if she was a little aggrieved, but she didn't dare to disturb Qingzhuang anymore, so she could only look at the porridge cart in the distance, and then at Qingzhuang lying on the broken mat, and then got up immediately, put on small shoes full of stars and mud, and ran towards the porridge cart.

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