[PS: Collection, red ticket, be violent, the update will be more violent......]

In the kitchen against the wall, there are at least dozens of buckets of gruel boiled, all the way outside.

The sleeping workers were all called up to help carry the steamed porridge to the west courtyard.

In the large courtyard behind the gate of the west courtyard, the steamed buns loaded with baskets were placed behind the door, and the gruel had already been lined up in the courtyard.

To Zhao Yuan's surprise, some of the servants in the West Courtyard were all called up, and they stood behind the false gate one by one, as if they were facing a great enemy.

There was a tense atmosphere in the air.

Zhao Yuan heard a noisy sound on the street outside, and it seemed that there were many people talking in low voices, and occasionally, the sound of scolding sounded.

Could it be that those beggars and wanderers are lining up outside?

Chen was sitting in the gatehouse to roast the fire, and from time to time someone would walk into the gatehouse and whisper something to her, and Chen's face looked a little anxious.

After a while, Zhu Dacang walked in front of Zhao Yuan.

"Xiao Zhao, you go and greet the idle workers in the East Courtyard, go out of the East Courtyard, rush to the gate outside the West Courtyard to maintain order, and you are about to open the door for soup kitchen. ”

"All shouted?" Zhao Yuan was stunned, knowing that although there were many people in the East Courtyard who had gone home for the New Year, there were still more than 30 people.

"Shout it all. Xiao Zhao, you are young, your brain is flexible, and your eyes are bright!" Zhu Dacang said with a serious expression.

"Hmm. ”

Zhao Yuan was also infected by the tense atmosphere, and sped up his pace to run to the east courtyard to greet those workers, and after the people were called, Zhao Yuan told a few words and opened the door of the east courtyard.

The moment they opened the door, everyone gasped.

Outside the gate of the East Courtyard, it was bustling, as if it was crowded with people. Zhao Yuan took a look and found that there were too many people, all the way from the gate of the west courtyard to the gate of the east courtyard, almost the entire street was flooded, and there were at least thousands of people.

Zhao Yuan found that these people were not nearby farmers and neighbors next door, but some ragged beggars and displaced people, and most of them were strong young people.

"Mr. Seven, close the door and go find some flat pole wood to make it stronger. Zhao Yuan turned back to the porter and said.

"Well, I'll close it. Mr. Seven patted his shriveled chest and nodded.

After Zhao Yuan and a group of workers walked out of the gate of the East Courtyard, Mr. Seven, the gatekeeper of the East Courtyard, immediately closed the gate, and then there was a series of sounds of locking the door and reaching the door.

Zhao Yuan pushed the door twice, and after making sure that it was firm, he squeezed towards the gate of the west courtyard with more than 30 workers.

When Zhao Yuan and a group of workers squeezed to the gate of the west courtyard with all their strength, their clothes were soaked.

In fact, if Zhao Yuan and the others were not wearing the uniform clothes of the Wan family, it would be impossible to squeeze into the West Courtyard at all, because everyone refused to give up the position they thought was advantageous.

The entrance of the west courtyard was black, and the gate and steps had been completely occupied.

No wonder Zhu Dacang wanted him to come here first to maintain order, because, in this way, the west courtyard could not open the door at all, and there was no place to place the stove, steamer and gruel cooking utensils.

"Everybody line up, line up!"

Zhao Yuan and a group of workers walked to the steps of the gate, drove the people down the steps, and tossed for more than ten minutes before clearing a vacant space at the door.

Next, Zhao Yuan asked people to line up again, and tried to vacate a place outside as much as possible, so as to avoid mixing with those who received steamed porridge and those who did not.

This work is very tiring, because those people didn't listen to Zhao Yuan at all, so they talked a lot, and barely discharged more than a dozen teams at the gate of the West Courtyard. Of course, this team is only in the front, and when it comes to the back, it becomes a black pressure and a large piece of glue together.

Zhao Yuan asked more than 30 workers to line up on the wall, and then knocked on the door and shouted.

The door of the west courtyard finally opened, and the crowd of people surged and there was a burst of cheers.

From the west courtyard, dozens of servants poured out, working with the workers of the east courtyard to maintain order.

Steamed porridge was lined up at the gate of the West Courtyard and began to be distributed.

At this time, there were already hundreds of people involved in maintaining order, and the people of Wanjia kept shouting that there were enough steamed buns and gruel, which made those restless crowds line up quietly.

The soup kitchen starts at 6 a.m. and ends at 11 a.m.

Although they were well prepared, many people still did not receive the steamed gruel, and after the Wanjia promised to continue the soup the next day, the hungry people gathered at the gate of the Wanjia family dispersed.

From beginning to end, Chan did not appear.

And the winter clothes prepared in the west courtyard were not distributed. Zhao Yuan guessed that there might be too many people and not enough winter clothes prepared, so they simply didn't send them.

At noon, the Wan family cleaned up, and the people in the East Courtyard were so tired that their bones were about to fall apart.

Just when Zhao Yuan was packing up his utensils at the gate of the West Courtyard, there were many brawls on the street......

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Seeing the scene of an old man who was beaten with blood on his face, still forgetting to die to protect his steamed buns, inexplicably, Zhao Yuan felt a strong sense of crisis.

These people can become mobs at any time.

In the Great Qin Empire, there were two famines, one in 558 and the other in 1037. These two famines killed more than six million people. The hungry people gathered, and finally turned into a mob, swept through the countless lands of the Great Qin Emperor, and many towns were razed to the ground, leaving them barren for thousands of miles, dealing a heavy blow to the economy of the Great Qin Empire, and almost shaking the foundation of the Great Qin Empire.

Regarding this year's famine, Zhao Yuan had heard about it during his wanderings, but he didn't expect it to be so serious.

Although it was daylight, the east courtyard was unusually quiet, because everyone was tired all night and went to bed in bed.

Zhao Yuan also went back to sleep in his bed, and while he was thinking nonsense, there was a gentle knock on the door outside.

"Who?"

"Ling'er. Ling'er's coquettish voice sounded outside.

"What are you doing here in broad daylight?" Zhao Yuan hurriedly opened the door and let Wan Ling'er in and closed the door.

"It's okay, my mom is busy. Besides, everyone was tired all night yesterday and are now sleeping. Wan Ling'er sat on Zhao Yuan's bed with a big grin. In fact, in Zhao Yuan's room, the only thing that can sit is the bed.

"Is there something wrong?"

"It may have been a little busy lately, let me tell you, I won't go to Xiaoyangshan for the time being. ”

"Well, Zhilu said. ”

"Zhao Yuan......" Wan Ling'er looked at Zhao Yuan in a hesitation, and stopped talking.

"If you have something to say, just say it. ”

"I ...... I've refined a few pills these days and I'll give you one to eat. Wan Ling'er took out a red pill from her arms.

"Give me food?" Looking at Wan Ling'er's sneaky appearance, Zhao Yuan suddenly became vigilant.

"I'm sincere, I took your best spars, exchanged for your Ice Divine Sword, and took an extra copy of "Talking about Making Pills", I feel very sorry for you, so I gave you a foundation building pill to compensate you, and eating it can increase your aura. ”

"Don't eat. Zhao Yuan flatly refused.

"Zhao Yuan! It can really increase aura, I know that you want to cultivate the truth, so you deliberately practiced it for you, and you didn't believe me!" Wan Ling'er glared at Zhao Yuan angrily, with a heartbroken expression.

"But ......"

"Zhao Yuan, I swear, there is no poison, it can really increase aura!, why don't I lick it with my tongue first?" Wan Ling'er saw a hint of loosening between Zhao Yuan's expressions, and immediately patted her full chest and swore an oath.

"It's really not poisonous?"

Zhao Yuan had been looking for a strong self-strength and couldn't get in, but now that he suddenly had an elixir in front of him, he still couldn't resist the yearning for his strength after all, and his strong willpower was shaken.

"Absolutely no one will die, I swear! Besides, although you Zhao Yuan has a bit of a look, you are poor and white. I'm Wan Ling'er, I'm beautiful, rich and powerful, what are you going to do? What can I get? Okay, if you don't believe it, I'll lick it first......" Wan Ling'er snorted coldly, picked up the pill, spit out a pink tongue in his mouth, and wanted to lick it.

"Don't lick, don't lick...... That...... I'll try ......"

Zhao Yuan was afraid that Wan Ling'er would really lick it, so he hurriedly took the pill in Wan Ling'er's hand, and observed carefully, although this pill was fiery red, it was a little gray, as if there were a lot of impurities, and the workmanship looked extremely rough, and there was no craftsmanship at all.

"Zhao Yuan, eat quickly, eat quickly, as long as it has an effect, I will give you a meal every day. Wan Ling'er saw Zhao Yuan's hesitant expression, and immediately bewitched.