Li Fan didn't say anything along the way, and his face became more and more serious. He heard the news that the government started to release porridge, and he became energetic.

"Let's go..., go and have a look!" As soon as he said that, dozens of people drove over in a cart.

Seeing the crowded refugees, Li Fan wanted to speak but stopped, and finally closed his mouth.

Not long after, I saw a dense crowd of people appearing in front of me. Li Fan was standing in the car so that he could barely see the scene inside.

On an open space, more than twenty large pots were supported on the rack. Only a few of them were white rice porridge, and unknown gray liquid was rolling in the remaining pots. More than a dozen officers and soldiers kept stirring with spoons.

Not far away, dozens of strong men with big waists and round waists maintained order. They held wooden sticks and beat the refugees who wanted to step forward to the front to death.

The refugees watched the pot of rice porridge and kept swallowing their saliva, but were afraid of the strong men's thief and dared not come forward.

A man dressed in a master walked up to the refugees and swayed the folding fan hard, as if he wanted to fan the stench from the refugees.

"Well...! You know the rules! If you want to drink rice porridge first, take out Xiao Jing, otherwise you can wait in line!" After his words, a noise broke out among the refugees.

Not long after, someone shouted: "Master Bai!Master Bai! The young man is filial!"

The middle-aged master nodded, and the strong men immediately let the refugee in. The refugee who came in was thin and dry, looked around with a scattered look, then nodded and said, "Master Bai! The little one got this thing..., I don't know..."

Master Bai disliked him and used a folding fan to pick up the jade pendant in his hand. After seeing it, his eyes narrowed into a slit.

"Not bad! Not bad! I'll give him two bowls of porridge later, and a chance to pick people!"

"Thank you, Master Bai! Thank you, Master Bai!" The guy hurriedly thanked him, took out a big bowl from his arms, served two bowls of white rice porridge, and squatted aside and ate it.

However, he did not finish his meal, but left a bite of porridge and squatted aside to watch the fun. Then several people took out the things and handed them to Mr. Bai. Some left after drinking the porridge, and some squatted with the previous guy, pointing at the waiting refugees, and smirking.

Soon a young woman came forward and knelt in front of Mr. Bai without saying a word. Mr. Bai glanced at the woman a few times and pointed in disgust to wait for the people beside him.

The guy with a stingy look suddenly became energetic, and he bowed and ran over and said, "Master Bai! I will choose her young one!"

Mr. Bai waved his hand and impatiently urged the guy to leave quickly. The guy pulled the woman into the crowd and disappeared.

No matter how stupid the person is, he can understand it. Li Fan slapped the grain bag on the car and said angrily: "Is this still the court's porridge shed? It's really lawless!"

As soon as Li Fan finished speaking, he sat by the roadside and couldn't squeeze in, and said in a sigh: "Young Master! The mountain and Shaanxi are drought severely, and the cracks on the ground can sink the wheels into it.

Those who escaped were all lucky people. I heard that even the Guanyin land was eaten up there, and those who stayed could only wait for death!

It would be nice to have a stuttering life, but it was a pity for those women. For the sake of their children, their reputation was ruined. In a few days, there were a few more floating corpses in the Yongding River, which would be a sin!"

The old man's words made Li Fan silent. Now it is not a future generation. It is normal to starve people to death in the years of famine. Moreover, he is just a scattered official without a job and cannot control the affairs of the government's porridge shed.

After thinking for a while, Li Fan called Xu Guangqi and muttered a few words. Xu Guangqi nodded. The group started preparing not far from the government porridge shed. The government porridge was soon put out, and the Bai Master returned to the congee shed to rest.

The refugees lined up under the strong man and took the porridge that was like clear water, with only a few grains of moldy grain.

Just as the refugees were queuing up to receive the porridge, Li Fan and others set up several large pots not far away. Bags of white rice were poured into the pot, and soon the rich rice fragrance attracted the hungry refugees.

A big banner was raised, with the words "The Ming Dynasty's Royal Relief" being particularly conspicuous.

Many refugees who read the word came over and looked at the rice porridge that had not been cooked and swallowed their saliva.

Li Fan stood in a big cart and shouted: "Royal disaster relief porridge shed, you can get a bowl of rice porridge as long as you queue up!

The scrambler kicks out of the team and doesn’t serve with the porridge!

…”

After repeated shouts, Li Fan's voice quickly became hoarse. The refugees also realized that there were other people serving porridge and immediately surrounded him.

Maybe Li Fan's shouting was very useful, maybe it was the government porridge shed that made the refugees develop a habit, and most people consciously started queuing. Some people came late and wanted to go to the line with their strength.

Without exception, all of these people were driven out of the team, and there seemed to be a guy with a stingy look in it. After all, with Qi Jin, a big guy, it is easy to intimidate the skinny refugees.

When the first bowl of rice porridge was served, the refugees couldn't believe their eyes. A pair of chopsticks were inserted straight into the rice porridge, and there was no sign of falling.

Is this still rice porridge? The refugees were uneasy and kept swallowing their saliva.

"There is too little rice porridge, and if you don't grab it, it will be gone!" Someone shouted in the crowd. The refugees who were originally lined up quietly rushed forward. The refugees who could not see the edge could not be stopped by Qi Jin and dozens of teenagers.

Li Fan also changed his face. The porridge filling point was in danger. Was he going to be stolen by refugees the first time he served the porridge?

At this moment, an old man climbed onto the cart and shouted in a hoarse voice: "Friends! Do you still want to drink such rice porridge in the future?

If we push forward and squeeze out the great charity, we will really have no way to survive!

Don't you blush?

If you touch your conscience, will there be rice porridge like this for great charity? If you hurt the great charity, will you feel at ease?"

When Li Fan heard the old man's shout, he immediately ordered: "Hurry! Repeat the words so that more people can hear them!"

The teenagers immediately scattered to the refugees, repeating the old man's words over and over again. The originally crowded crowd quieted down, and the long line took shape again.

Li Fan glanced at the old man who was timidly jumping off the cart and bowed, "Thank you, my father-in-law, it would be dangerous if it weren't for you and I!"

"No! No! No! The old man just can't stand it! He can eat thick rice porridge immediately, and it's a pity to lose it like this!" the old man bowed and said.

"Come on! Give me a bowl of rice porridge!" Li Fan said as he put a bowl of cooked rice porridge in the old man's hand.

The old man sighed, and when he took the first bite of porridge, turbid tears appeared in his eyes.

Just as the old man brought the rice porridge to his mouth, an arrogant voice sounded: "Who told you to serve the porridge? You dare to pretend to be the royal family, do something for me, and demolish the porridge shed!"

After the words came, a strong man rushed towards the old man and smashed the wooden stick in his hand. The refugees around him were so scared that they exclaimed repeatedly, but they did not dare to come forward to stop him.
Chapter completed!