Chapter 118: Unable to see the scenery in troubled times

"These people are worse than the bandits, I said give them cocoons, but they don't want them, and I give them the money on them, and they don't want them, and when they come up, they pull our clothes and rob us of our food and drink...... One by one, they were like starving ghosts crawling out of hell! ”

Lao Zhang Bao sat on the ground on his knees, not only was his nose blue and his face swollen, but even his clothes were stripped of his clothes, which made people look sad and funny.

He said again: "Lao Li and the others who were traveling with him were all taken captive, and the leader of the stick gang also threatened that if he did not take three carts of grain to redeem him within three days, he would wash Lao Li and peel it, cook it and eat it!" ”

"Then why were you released?" Song Che asked with a smile.

Li Tian accosted at this time: "Look at his appearance, he is as thin as a monkey, and he doesn't have a few taels of meat, so naturally let him come back to report the news." ”

"Hahaha......" made the room laugh.

"Madam, you take care of your aunt and them, I'm like this, they still have the heart to laugh." Lao Zhang asked Shen Wenjun for help.

"As long as your uncle is willing to laugh, it means that this matter is not difficult to handle," Shen Wenjun looked at Song Che, "right?" Aunt Song. ”

These gang members, who don't want money or goods, how can they eat people? At most, it was unbearable to be hungry, so he did the robbery, and there was nothing disgusting.

Every once in a while, the Shen family would buy some grain and rice to relieve them outside the city, but recently the stick gang had made too much trouble, and the soup kitchen was suspended.

"Steward Li, you go to the grain store to buy two truckloads of grain, and then buy three fat pigs from the pork shop, separate the fat and thin and cut them into pieces, and prepare another three cauldrons, and we will go out of the city in the afternoon to ransom people." Song Che commanded.

Li Tian was puzzled: "Uncle, the people of the stick gang said that two carts of grain can redeem Lao Li and them, and you buy pork and prepare pots, are you going to cook for them?" ”

Song Che smiled: "It's very easy to redeem people, but it's difficult to redeem hearts, I have a reason to do this, you just have to prepare." ”

Shen Wenjun was worried: "Right now, the displaced people outside the city are crazy and the plague is raging, why do you want to go in person?" ”

"If you can't understand the feelings of the people, how can you find salvation?"

After lunch.

Grain, rice and pork are ready.

Song Che took Li Tian, Lao Zhang and a dozen other dyeing workshop guys out of Suzhou City from the west.

"Uncle, the leader of the stick gang said, tell us to go to the north of Shilipo to redeem people, you go out of the city from the west gate, and you want to spare a big part of the road."

"On the outskirts of Beicheng, the situation is chaotic, and we have brought so much grain and rice, the government will definitely not let us go out of the city. Later, when we go out from the West City Gate, if the officers and soldiers ask, we will say that they are going to be merchants, remember?"

The guys nodded their heads.

"Then uncle, if we send so much grain and rice out to the refugees, if the government knows about it, will it trouble us?" Lao Zhang asked again.

It's really hard to say.

Originally, the major good people in the city would also donate money to the homeless people to give porridge, but now that He Qiu has taken office, in order to completely defeat the stick gang, he ordered a ban on all donations, resulting in those homeless people who have not joined the stick gang not even have a mouthful of porridge to drink.

Suppression by force is actually not undesirable, after all, if the displaced people really make too much trouble, it becomes an uprising and rebellion, and it reaches the ears of the emperor.

But to suppress it, you have to have strength, and you can't suppress it, and it's counterproductive, if the homeless people really wake up to "the prince will have a kind of Xiangning", then it will not be a bowl of rice porridge, and it will be appeased if you fill your stomach.

It can be seen that this new governor has acceptable literary talent, but his political ability is too poor!

"Let's take one step at a time, in short, rescue Lao Li and them first."

With Song Che's fame in Suzhou, he easily went out of the city gate, and after three or four miles of travel, he turned from west to north, and went around the outskirts of the city to ten miles of slopes.

After walking for more than half an hour, Song Che stopped the convoy in the woods three miles away from Shilipo, and then instructed the men to build stoves, collect firewood, set up iron pots, and cook porridge.

"Uncle, this hasn't reached Shilipo yet, why are you cooking here?"

"The aroma of wine is not afraid of deep alleys, the aroma of meat porridge is ten miles away, this oily pork is in the pot, and soon someone will find the fragrance."

Squeeze oil with fatty meat, fry the fine meat dumplings, add several buckets of water, pour a stone of rice into each pot, and cook the meat porridge, which is the most delicious, the most viscous and the most satisfying.

Sure enough, before the water was boiling, some homeless people smelled the smell and came to them.

"What a fresh scent!"

"It's porridge! It's porridge! ”

At first, the displaced people hid at the mouth of the forest, staring directly at the big iron pot, but they did not dare to approach easily.

"Fellow, come here, this porridge is specially designed for you!"

Hearing Song Che's greeting, the homeless people crawled over with a rolling belt, looking at the boiling rice grains and meat foam in the pot, and swallowed saliva so greedily.

"Great official, when will this porridge be cooked? I haven't had oil in my mouth for almost three months. ”

"Don't worry, fellow villagers, the meat porridge can be cooked when there is little, but you have to prepare the dishes and chopsticks first, and line up to get the porridge in turn."

Although the homeless people were filthy, the bowls in their hands were white and shiny, and they did not go up to grab the food when they saw it, as the rumors say, but lined up in the woods in an orderly manner.

Gradually, more and more homeless people were found after hearing the news, and in a moment, a long queue formed.

At this time, the meat porridge was almost boiled, so Song Che instructed the guys, the three of them kept a pot, and scooped the porridge for the homeless people in turn.

The homeless people who got the meat porridge found a shade of a tree by themselves, and they didn't care about how hot it was, so they swallowed it in a big gulp.

"Today, my Shen family has prepared more than 1,000 catties of grain, three big fat pigs, you can refill the bowl infinitely after eating, it doesn't hurt for everyone to eat slowly, don't burn your mouth."

Unexpectedly, as soon as Song Che's words fell, the homeless people ate faster.

After eating the porridge, I hurriedly went to line up again, and when the second bowl was continued, and when the third bowl was continued, the white and clean porcelain bowl even licked the oil flowers on the side.

A bowl of insignificant meat porridge, but I ate an unknown number of tears.

Looking at the weeping and crying homeless people, Song Che inadvertently thought of his worldly appearance of swinging and eating grapes, sympathy did not know where to start, and suddenly compared, and his heart was always tight.

"Uncle." Lao Zhang came over and whispered, "Aren't we here to redeem people?" Have you forgotten? ”

"You haven't forgotten, how can I forget?" Song Che pointed with his chin at a few men wandering in Linkou, "Well, the people of the Stick Gang have already come." ”

Compared with these listless old and weak women and children in front of them, these men are too conspicuous.