Great Tang Dynasty

Chapter 679 The First Person
The weather in Dangyang City is very hot.

It was unnaturally hot.

In the words of Cheng Chumo and others, it's no wonder there is a severe drought.

In such a hot weather, people are almost exhausted. It's no wonder that there is no severe drought.

Early the next morning, many people didn't want to go out very much.

For them, there is no point in going out. In the current situation, it is difficult to maintain their livelihoods, and they can't find anything to do when they go out.

However, although they didn't want to go out, they were called out by the court servants.

Soon, the street was full of people again.

After these people came out, they looked very listless. First, they were hungry. Second, they were somewhat disappointed with the court.

In addition, they were still a little puzzled, wondering what the court servants asked them to do.

Among the crowd, there were voices of discussion from time to time, but then they fell silent again.

Everyone was so hungry that they didn't even want to talk much.

There were more and more people, and when the number of people arrived was about the same, Luo Huang appeared, and then he told these people about exchanging locusts for porridge and steamed buns.

However, after Luo Huang finished speaking, it did not arouse much reaction among the crowd.

Some even felt that Luo Huang's words were very disrespectful.

"The Locust God punishes the world, and you want us to capture their descendants. The Locust God will be angry."

"That's right, that's right, the locust god is angry, and the world will be destroyed..."

"Alas, alas..."

The people retreated one after another, and the street that was originally full of people quickly became deserted again.

The concept of the locust god punishing the world has been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. It is too embarrassing for them to kill the locusts. They don't want to be punished by the locust god.

After the people left, Cheng Chu smiled silently: "Mr. Luo's good plan."

After speaking, Cheng Chumo turned around and left, Luo Huang curled his lips, but he didn't think it was a big deal, his goal had already been achieved.

Today, he just wanted to let the people know that the imperial court exchanged locusts for porridge and steamed buns. As for exterminating locusts, there was no one today, but there would definitely be tomorrow, and even soon.

Faced with the danger of being starved to death, people are very willing to take risks.

All he needs to do is to make porridge and steamed buns, and then wait slowly.

After Luo Huang left, some yamen servants were still shouting in the streets and alleys.

"Ten catties of locusts, for a bowl of rice porridge, two steamed buns."

"And it doesn't overlap, the more you catch, the more you can exchange..."

Such voices can be heard everywhere in the streets and alleys of Dangyang City, and they want to make sure that any commoner in Dangyang City can hear it.

As time went by, the sun was already high above the head, and the temperature in Dangyang City was a little higher, the heat was unbearable.

But what was even more unbearable was hunger.

In a dilapidated house, a man in his fifties was leaning aside, with a five or six-year-old child in his arms, who was his grandson and the only bloodline of their family.

His son was starving to death. In order to feed him and his grandson, his son left all the food for them.

For them, this is a human tragedy.

And soon, this human tragedy will happen again.

"Grandpa, I'm hungry."

The little boy was emaciated, and his whole body seemed a little sluggish. He looked up at his grandfather, and then his stomach started growling again.

But they had no food, and the man didn't know how to tell that he was his grandson.

As a man, it is indeed a very sad thing for him to be unable to feed his grandson.

Outside, the loud yelling of the yamen servants was still heard from time to time.

The sound came from the alley, making the dilapidated room suddenly seem a little bleak.

"Grandpa, why can't we catch locusts to exchange for food?"

A child is young, he doesn't know about locust gods, he doesn't know about superstitions, he's just hungry.

The old man hesitated.

"Because the locust god is punishing us. If we catch the locusts, our life will be even more difficult."

The child seems to understand but not understand.

"But I'm hungry. If I don't eat, I will die. Is there anything more sad than being hungry in our life?"

He doesn't understand, people who are about to starve to death, are they still afraid of the punishment of the locust god?
The old man froze for a moment, he suddenly felt that he had lived like a dog for most of his life, why is there no child who can see things clearly?

Is there anything more important than being alive?

It's already like this now, no matter how difficult it is, how can it be so difficult?
Suddenly, the old man stood up. He touched his grandson and said, "Come on, grandpa will take you to catch locusts. Soon, you will be able to eat steamed buns made of white flour and drink rice porridge."

These are the two most common foods in human history, but when the old man said it, his little grandson couldn't help drooling after hearing it.

At this moment, for them, there is probably nothing else in the world that can taste better than white flour steamed buns.

The two walked out of the house. It was uncomfortably hot outside, the cicadas were still chirping, and the buzzing of locusts could be heard faintly.

Before dusk, many people stood at the gate of the yamen.

A pot of rice porridge and a lot of steamed buns are placed in the yamen
These people are very hungry, but they can't eat the food in the yamen, they can only look at the food and sigh.

Everyone talked a lot, mostly saying that they were hungry, but that was all.

The later it was, the more hungry people were, and the more people gathered at the gate of the yamen, and the gathering was a little tight.

As for these common people, many of them have already started to beg those yamen servants to give them some food, even if it is just a bowl of rice porridge.

However, without locusts in exchange, those yamen servants would not even give a grain of rice, and they dared not give it.

I don't know when it started, but the evening wind blew up, and the evening wind was also hot.

And when many people gathered at the gate of the yamen, a weak voice came over: "Let's go, let's go..."

The crowd quickly made way for an old man to lead his grandson. In the other hand of the old man, he was carrying a sack of locusts. It was shaking endlessly.

When everyone saw them, they were stunned for a moment.

"Old Wangtou went to catch locusts?"

"Oh, the old Wangtou is so courageous, isn't he afraid of being punished by the locust god?"

"........."

Discussions, as the No. 1 catcher of locusts, Old Wangtou suddenly became the focus of everyone, but at this time, Old Wangtou ignored the arguments of these people, he came to the gate of the Yamen, and handed over the locusts.

The yamen servant weighed it a lot: "Fifteen catties, I'll give you three steamed buns and two bowls of rice porridge."

As he said that, someone brought three steamed buns and two bowls of rice porridge to Lao Wangtou.

There was an uproar among the crowd.

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(End of this chapter)