Mr. Yangui

Chapter 584 Chapter Five Eighty-Four
It's time to eat.

Hmm... It should be said that it's time to drink porridge.

Li Wuchang and Jiang Minglun each took a broken bowl and squeezed into the bloated queue, waiting for the porridge to be served.

The location was near the large temporary kitchen. In addition to a group of porridge cooks, there were also a group of sergeants to maintain order, and some laborers who carried bowls and things.

Several counters were lined up, and none of the chefs carried a big spoon.

There is a pattern.

There were a lot of people waiting to drink porridge, and the queue lined up several rows, all of which looked very bloated.

There are people of all ages, men, women, and children. Pushing, shoving, and cursing are the main themes. Everyone's eyes are shining. While standing firm, they are staring at the chef in front of them, and they can often hear their stomachs growling.

If the movement is too big, the sergeant next to me will immediately shout and tell me to behave, which is considered to maintain order.

Scolding is very useful, the messy team suddenly becomes very orderly, but once the sergeant walks away for a while, the team starts to be chaotic again, most people look for opportunities to go forward desperately, if there is no strength, this porridge is really Hard to drink.

Li Wuchang was no stranger to this scene.

At the time of the snow disaster, there were also many official porridge stalls in the west of Chang’an City. Li Wuchang and Zhao Xun also opened a steamed bun stall after looting the third prince’s lackeys. The situation is probably the same, but it was cold at that time, but it is very hot now. .

Stomach rumbling is no joke.

It's pretty good if you don't fight.

Li Wuchang and the others are not hungry, and they are not short of money, but in order to deceive others, acting is a complete set, and it is best not to attract attention before doing something.

Now that you have entered a refugee camp, you must show off your posture as a refugee.

The drama of grabbing porridge is naturally indispensable.

As for the other three personal guards, in the other team, theirs was even more bloated, and several people were more involved in the drama, crowded around, the rags on their bodies and their green eyes were so dazzling, it was better than that. The eight-pocket elder of the beggar gang.

Finally, it was Li Wuchang's turn. The chef picked up a broken bowl with his left hand, scooped the spoon in his right hand into the big wooden barrel, and then buckled it on the bowl, making a crisp sound and bringing up a stream of juice, which wiped out the already dirty bowl. Messy table made more dirty.

But give the chef a thumbs up, because he is very generous... he didn't even shake the spoon!

"Go away quickly, what are you doing here when you get it? Don't you see that there are so many people behind?"

The sergeant yelled at Li Wuchang, who was shaking his legs and moving his body, the flesh on his face trembled, and he waved the knife in his hand to frighten people, looking very scary.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Jun, let's go now, let's go!" Li Wuchang nodded and bowed immediately, very dog-legged, carefully moving away while holding his porridge bowl.

It was really painful while queuing up. In order not to arouse suspicion, he didn't show any martial arts. He stood firm with all his strength. Once he got down, his whole body seemed to be squeezed apart, and the intensity was no less than a battle.

Not only physical work, but also technical work.

Li Wuchang still remembered that there was a thin, yellow-faced middle-aged man between himself and Jiang Minglun at that time, now only Jiang Minglun was left, and that man had disappeared, and he didn't know where he was pushed into a corner.

O wretched man!
Jiang Minglun also got the porridge, and the two joined together, holding the broken bowl to a corner, and joined the three guards who had already got the porridge.

The surroundings are still in chaos, either yelling or drinking porridge.

"Eating a bowl of porridge is so damn hard..." Jiang Minglun sat down on the ground and smiled wryly.

Li Wuchang looked at the hard-won porridge in the bowl in his hand, shook his head secretly, and judged in his heart that the porridge was probably the kind made from a catty of rice and a ton of water. Although it is a bit exaggerated, it is not much better .

Like a mirror, it can reflect people's shadows, which shows how thin the porridge is.

"Hurry up and drink, beware of being surprised by others..." Qin Wei reminded.

Only then did Li Wuchang and Jiang Minglun realize that someone else was really looking at them strangely, and quickly picked up the broken bowl and poured the porridge down in one gulp.

The taste is good!

Just like drinking pure water, there is no hindrance at all.

In fact, others didn't think that the identities of Li Wuchang and others were weird, but they were thinking: What are these two guys looking at with a bowl of porridge?If you don't want to drink, give it to me, I'll be happy to do it for you.

After drinking, just find a place to lie down at will.

Never mind.

Everything is up to the court.

The battle in Tongchuan is urgent, almost everywhere is fighting, except for a small area in the southeast that has not been affected yet, but even if there are no troops from Jia Song, Zhao Yuanji, and Xu Minglong there, there are other small-scale rogues, kings of the mountain, and the like.

The relatively stable places in the central region are Xiliu and Yihan.

Although hiding here is a bit bitter, life is always guaranteed. If you go out, the chance of dying is more than ninety-nine percent.

All kinds of complaints are indispensable.

"His grandma, it's impossible to survive these days, and he hasn't had a full meal for half a month!"

"You just have fun, many people have no bones left!"

"Tell me, how long has it been? More than two months?"

"Yeah, I thought that when Xu Minglong came to Tongchuan, he would just mess around and leave like other places. I didn't know that guy would stay in Tongchuan and not leave. It's really hard for us Tongchuan civilians..."

"Isn't it? When I first started this business, I encountered ghosts. Not only have I wasted a few years of hard work, but I also have to hide in this place and drink his mother's gruel. Thinking about it, I feel a little disheartened!"

"That's all for Xu Minglong, Zhao Yunji actually got involved too, really..."

"Lord Inspector has so many soldiers and horses under his command, why don't you kill Zhao Yuanji and Xu Minglong, the two god-killing bandits?"

"How naive! If it's really that easy to destroy, how can Zhao Yuanji and Xu Minglong be arrogant for so long?"

"Didn't Lord Inspector beat Er Kou to the crap? Shouldn't it be soon?"

"It's hard to say, I heard that Fangling's Fashuai army will also join in... I guess it's not worth it..."

"The Fashuai army?"

"I fuck him..."

"..."

Hearing all kinds of discussions in their ears, Li Wuchang and others just happened to talk about business in a low voice.

The personal guard introduced the situation, they came here first, they inquired about some things by themselves, and heard a lot about it.

"There are not many troops in Xiliu, around 2000, but there are still two troops of [-] troops wandering between Xiliu and Yihan. These days, more than a thousand elites have been added. It should be to prevent us from raiding Xiliu .”

"That is to say, if our large army raids Xiliu, we will have to face at least 6000 troops..." Li Wuchang muttered to himself.

"It's not a good choice. I guess Old Wu will go to attack Liangdao..." Jiang Minglun interjected.

Li Wuchang hummed, and asked again: "Are there any other forces within Xiliu? Are there any more powerful court masters?"

The personal guard replied: "The time is still short, so I don't know if there are other forces like us who have sneaked in, but there are quite a few scattered people in Jianghu, which is similar to many places.

As for the court masters here, the leader of the team is Yan Zhuo. He is in charge of the overall situation. It is said that he is a seventh-rank peak. However, it is unknown how the martial arts are! "

Li Wuchang nodded silently.

The blood all over the body began to boil.

(End of this chapter)