Great Warriors of Sui and Tang Dynasties

Chapter 1238 Bad Emperor

"Come on, come on, everyone has lined up, and only when they line up can they have porridge, and those who don't line up can't drink!"

A robust militiaman stood in front of the porridge shop, looking like a man in charge of the gate. He wore a horizontal knife on the left side of his waist and a bow on the right side.

There is also a Zhangba spear in his hand.

There was a Jiangxia man with a beard and thick flesh, who was very hungry. He smelled the porridge and couldn't help but stepped forward, "Men are starving to death, hurry up and fill your stomach with a bowl of porridge."

The militiamen with spears gave him a cold look.

"Stand back, line up!"

The bearded man stepped forward dissatisfied, planning to serve the porridge himself.

"Stand back!" the militiaman shouted again.

But this guy turned a deaf ear, maybe he was too hungry, or maybe he didn't pay attention to the order of the militiaman, and still stepped forward.

"court death!"

The militiaman shouted, "Take it!"

Immediately, seven or eight militiamen rushed out, each with a spear of eight feet long, but they didn't directly stab with the spear head, but smashed it with the spear shaft.

Although the bearded man was tough, his fists were no match for four hands. What's more, there were nine strong militiamen in one fire, and they were beaten to the ground within a few blows.

"stop!"

The militia fire chief stepped forward, "Don't pretend to be a dead dog, get up and line up at the back!"

The bearded man was extremely annoyed, ashamed and angry, but looking at those militiamen, he could only swallow his saliva, got up from the ground, patted the dust, and retreated to the back.

With the lessons learned from this guy, the people of Jiangxia started queuing obediently.

There is a line of people in front of each porridge bucket, and it is forbidden to jump in line.

There are even a few barrels in front of which only the elderly, children and pregnant women are lined up.

In front of the porridge bucket, the hungry people hold the bowl in both hands.

If the hungry people are out, this bowl is a must.

Behind the porridge bucket, a militiaman scooped up a large spoonful of porridge and poured it into his bowl.The hungry man bowed and nodded gratefully, then left from one side.

The porridge in the bowl exudes an attractive aroma. The porridge has been cooking for a long time and is very thick.But this porridge doesn't look like rice porridge, nor is it millet porridge, it looks like rice paste.The color is a little yellowish and dark, but I've been hungry for a long time, so I don't care about it.

Regardless of the hot porridge, he held the bowl to his mouth and began to suck little by little.

When the porridge enters the mouth, it feels very sticky.

Ok.

And a little salty.

It seems that there is still a bit of chicken flavor.

No, it still smells like fish.

Well, it also smells like rice, and it seems to have a bean flavor, what else?
Thinking about it, it seems a bit like eating Laba porridge during the Chinese New Year.

good to eat.

Take another breath.

The more it tastes, the more flavorful it seems. At this time, the fishy smell becomes river umami, and the locust powder becomes meaty.

The people who got the porridge from behind also came over, and everyone squatted on the ground and started sucking.

The porridge drinkers sucked louder and louder, and finally gathered together.

The one who got the porridge first had already finished the big bowl of porridge. Looking at the empty bowl, he felt a little unsatisfied. Although each bowl could hold at least three catties, he felt that it was not enough.

After thinking about it, I went to the back to line up with the bowl again.

A militiaman comes up.

"You've already had porridge."

"I'm not full, I'm hungry."

"People who have been hungry for a long time can't eat too much, or they will be exhausted. Come with me, come here."

"Where?"

"Come here to do things, build a shed, the shed you live in, don't worry, I won't let you do it for nothing. If you work for a day, I will give you a liter of disaster relief food."

"What is disaster relief food?"

"It's the kind you ate just now."

"The one with chicken and fish and shrimp?"

"Ah."

"One liter for one day?" He couldn't believe such a good thing.

"Of course, you get one liter for a day of work, and you don't need to pay for two additional meals. This liter of food is considered wages, and there is no need to deduct food from food."

The Jiangxia people holding the big rice bowl couldn't help being half-believing, but they followed suit in the end.

There were more than 1000 Jiangxia people in the first batch of boats to cross the river, and they all drank porridge soon.After eating the porridge, the young and strong were assigned to build huts, dig drainage ditches and latrines, while women and children were also given some light work.

Everyone was told that they could receive disaster relief food as wages and eat two free meals a day if they worked according to the arrangement.

If you don't obey the arrangement, you will be sent back to the south bank of the river.

On the Yangtze River.

The boat is still going back and forth, one after another, bringing more than a thousand hungry people.A trip to the past will bring a boatload of food.

However, the food that crossed the river was not given to the people of Jiangxia. Zhou Fashang led Jiangxia soldiers to guard the food. These were military rations for Jiangxia soldiers.

The victims can only cross the river by boat.

"Why does this food smell fishy?"

Jiang Xiabing, who was unloading food, had a question?

Zhou Faming laughed and said, "This is disaster relief food. There are whole grains mixed with fish, shrimp and shells and ground into powder, so there will naturally be a fishy smell."

"Can I eat it?"

"Of course you can."

On the north bank of the river and on the west bank of the Han River, the people of Mianyang County also began to cross to Hankou by boat under the arrangement of the prefect Zhang Zhenzhou.

Jiangxia and Mianyang are lands of plenty, but they are also lands of three disasters and five disasters. Jinghan often suffers from floods and waterlogging, and from time to time there will be droughts and locust plagues. Not to mention that other places in the Central Plains have been stable and peaceful these years, but they are still here. There are endless wars, not to mention all kinds of exorbitant taxes and miscellaneous taxes.

The vast majority of people have no surplus food at home, and they cannot save themselves in case of disaster.

for days in a row.

Near Hankou, more and more ships gathered.

The people of Jiangxia and Mianyang are constantly rushing to the crossing of the river to cross the river and join the Qin Dynasty.

There are more and more disaster victims crossing the river.

On the bank of the river, more and more huts have been built, but they are not built randomly. They are all planned by officials of Anlu County and supervised by militiamen.

The rows are very regular, and there are even public toilets built at intervals, as well as garbage disposal points, and even water rooms for bathing.

Although they are relatively simple, they are as regular as a military camp.

All the victims who moved in had to be registered, and each of them received an ID card, which was in duplicate. One was worn by the victims, and the other was kept on file.

In addition, the Baojia Liansi system was implemented for the victims. Even though it was only a temporary resettlement site, the management was strict. All weapons carried by the victims were confiscated, and it was forbidden to carry and use them.

Inside and outside the city of Hankou, there were even battalions of elite Great Qin Guards stationed. They were not far from the Jiangshan shanty town, and they could arrive immediately if there was any disturbance.

The victims had something to do every day. At the beginning, they built huts, and after they were built, they transported grain. Fortunately, the people of Daqin kept their word. One liter of grain would cover two meals for a day’s work. Wuhe grain.

Disaster relief food with a unique taste, now the victims are used to it, and they like this kind of disaster relief food with meaty fish flavor very much. Although this kind of powder can only be boiled into paste or pimple soup, it can fill the stomach every day very nice.

Especially when you are full from work and food during the day, you can save the food you distribute. Watching the accumulation of disaster relief food gradually increase, when you sleep at night, you can put a pillow under your head and neck, not to mention how it helps you sleep, and you can even wake up with a smile when you fall asleep.

"Across the river, but worlds apart."

An educated Jiang Xiamin lamented to his sons in a hut built of bamboo, "This is fair, the same rain falls and the same sun rises, but the people of Anlu Don't be afraid, they have no harvest in the fields, and they can still eat enough, but we have become refugees and have to leave our homes. How many people will starve to death?"

"Father, why do you say that the rain is fair all over the world, but some people suffer from disasters and starve while others don't suffer from disasters and starve?"

"The sky is fair, but our emperors in Jiangbei and Jiangnan are different. People in Jiangbei have a good emperor, but we have a bad emperor." The middle-aged man said bluntly.

(End of this chapter)