Under the Gaotang City, Guan Hai looked at the porridge shed arranged at the gate of the city, and his heart was complicated.

was ordered to come to attack Gaotang City, but what he saw was a set of porridge sheds.

Da Da Da ~ There was a rush of footsteps from far and near.

"Brother Hai." A ragged yellow scarf boy brought a bowl of steaming multigrain porridge and swallowed his saliva: "There is a notice in the porridge shed, saying that it is on the orders of Liu Bei, the minister of the plains, and all county officials are responsible for providing relief to the victims who are coerced by the yellow scarf. ”

The Yellow Turban Boy's tone was a little complicated.

They are the yellow turbans who want to do the right thing for heaven, but it is the government that provides disaster relief.

Guan Hai stirred the multigrain porridge in the bowl with chopsticks, and a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes: "Not gruel?" Didn't mix the sand grass blades? Is this the case in every porridge shed? ”

Most of the porridge for disaster relief is mixed with sand and grass leaves, so as to prevent non-disaster victims from grabbing food.

And because of the limited food, most of it is also gruel, which can make people hang their lives without starving to death.

But the multigrain porridge in front of Guan Hai is not only so sticky that the chopsticks don't fall, but the porridge is not mixed with sand and grass leaves, how can Guan Hai not be surprised?

The yellow turban boy nodded: "There are few people going now, I made a special trip to every porridge shed to see it, it is all such multigrain porridge, and-"

The yellow turban boy paused, and licked his somewhat dry lips again: "Every pot of porridge is mixed with salt water." ”

"Even salt water?" Guan Hai's eyes instantly widened.

How can there be a disaster relief porridge that is so extravagant that it is mixed with salt water!

The yellow turban boy's tone suddenly became a little low: "The person who boiled the porridge said that this person has no strength if he doesn't eat salt, and the disaster victims are not livestock, so they can't just boil some porridge and deal with it." ”

"Brother Hai, are we still fighting?"

The Yellow Turban Boy's tone became hesitant.

Guan Hai glanced around, and the yellow scarves that followed opened their eyes and didn't dare to look at Guan Hai.

Beat?

How can this be fought?

The government is in disaster relief, and the yellow turbans are going to fight the city?

Xu Qi is an extreme egoist, and if he encounters this situation, he will definitely take the opportunity to seize the city gate.

But Guan Hai is different, he is a person surnamed Pingyuan Guan, he has a good impression of Liu Bei's benevolence, and he has the teachings of his uncle Guan Ding, so there is still a lot of blood in his heart.

Let Guan Hai take advantage of the opportunity of disaster relief to sneak attack Gaotang City, Guan Hai can't do it!

But if they don't sneak attack Gaotang City, when Guan Yu comes back, they will have to flee with these two hundred yellow scarves.

At that time, it will be difficult for Guan Hai to return to Xu Qi.

Suddenly, Guan Hai was in a dilemma.

In the city, Hu Zhao let the two hundred county soldiers hide behind the city gate to recuperate, and the armor does not leave his body.

Although there were deviations in his previous virtues, Hu Zhao's intelligence was excellent when it came to being a county magistrate.

can be in the same stream as the previous Gao Tang Ling, and can also transform into a person that Liu Bei is willing to trust, Hu Zhao uses not virtue but pragmatic talent that is far superior to ordinary scholars.

Hu Zhao understands proportion, and when he is a corrupt official, he does not forget the county officer's own duty, and when he is a clean official, he understands the county official's own duty even more.

Gao Tang City, there is money and food!

Liu Bei gathered grain in the city, and the money and grain he hoarded was to deal with the disaster of the displaced people caused by the Yellow Turban Disaster.

Since Shangguan is not greedy, why does Hu Zhao have to be greedy for ink?

Therefore, Hu Zhaona was not stingy at all with this multigrain porridge for disaster relief, not only viscous but also mixed with salt water, but also took the opportunity to promote Liu Bei's benevolence.

In this way, not only can the displaced people be appeased, but they can also flatter Liu Bei in a way that is not annoying.

In public and private, Hu Zhao has achieved the extreme.

Although Hu Zhao is good at drilling camps and does not have the high consciousness of Hua Zhi, Hu Zhao can handle affairs according to the preferences of Shangguan.

Zheng Ping promoted Hu Zhao to be the county leader after Liu Bei entered Pingyuan County, and he also valued Hu Zhao's advantage.

In this troubled world, it is a kind of luxury to expect talents with both ability and political integrity to come to invest.

Restricting virtue with the law and making good use of their talents, meritocracy is also a good way to select talents.

"When it comes to fighting, I'm not good at Hu Zhao, but when it comes to pacifying the victims, I'm very good at it!" Hu Zhao stroked his little beard, a little proud.

At this moment, a wave of displaced people appeared in the distance, it was the old and weak women and children who had been coerced by Xu Qi.

Hu Zhao's eyes lit up, and then he gave a decisive order as if he had changed into a different person: "Let the scout team step forward and read the congee shack notice; Drum Warning! ”

The scout team stepped forward to read out the notice, which was to prevent the victims from rushing porridge and rice, beating drums to warn them, and to make the county soldiers ready for battle.

The scouts who received the order rode out of the city one after another, carrying a flag painted with the word "Liu Bei" and heading towards the displaced people.

"According to the order of Xuande, the prime minister of the plain, twenty porridge sheds have been set up at the gate of the city."

"Folks, get the porridge in an orderly manner."

"If you don't have any chopsticks, please go to the shed on the left to get them."

"Xuande Gong will not abandon any of you!"

One by one, the scouts rode their horses and shouted back and forth.

In the past, Guan Yu and Hua Ji were promoting Liu Bei's benevolence, and now Hu Zhao is also promoting Liu Bei's benevolence.

Then there was a porridge shed in front of me, and the fragrance of multigrain porridge wafted along the wind.

"It's the fragrance of porridge, it's really porridge, thank you Xuandegong!"

"Quick, go get the dishes and chopsticks, I've been hungry for a day."

"Xuande Gong is benevolent, and the old man finally sees Xuande Gong again, a good official who loves the people and is good."

"My son, if you insist, A-Niang will go and get porridge for you."

"Mother, mother, don't sleep, you have something to eat."

"Grandpa, you rest here and wait for your grandson to come back."

“.....”

Hungry homeless people flocked to the porridge shack.

It's autumn now, and the climate in Qingzhou is getting colder.

Under the pressure of hunger and cold, you can drink a mouthful of hot multigrain porridge, which is even more comfortable than the delicacies of the mountains and seas.

Distance.

Guan Hai held the knife and leaned against the stone pier, still struggling in his heart.

"Brother Hai, there are a lot of people coming to the porridge shed, and they are all receiving porridge." The yellow turban boy returned again, and his tone was a little excited: "Not only that, but there are people at the door who are registering, saying that they will not let any villagers spend the night outside the city today." ”

Guan Hai stood up suddenly, his eyes widening again: "Can the villagers enter the city?" ”

The yellow turban boy nodded again and again: "County Cheng Hu Zhao personally came to the door, saying that two months ago, Gaotang City was building a shelter for the villagers, although it can only be laid on the floor for the time being, but at least it can shelter from the wind and rain." ”

"It's all Xuandegong's order!"

The yellow turban boy subconsciously added an honorific title when he called Liu Bei.

"Hu Zhao, that corrupt official?" Guan Hai was even more surprised.

After all, he had committed crimes in Gaotang County, and Guan Hai naturally knew who Hu Zhao was.

The yellow turban boy scratched his head: "Brother Hai, I don't think Nahu County is kind and kind, it doesn't look like a corrupt official." When he saw that I was in rags, he gave me his cloak and said that it was cold and told me not to freeze. ”

Guan Hai realized that the yellow turban boy had an extra cloak outside.

"Hu Zhao, a corrupt official, actually gave you a cloak to protect you from the cold?" Guan Hai's heart was shocked inexplicably.