After the three yuan and the third, the ministers angered the ceremony and the music collapsed

Chapter 202

The second day is the first day of the first month.

Today is the first day of the new year, Jiang Zhao and the others got up early.

I took the unfinished dishes yesterday to the homeless people in the ruined temple, and bought some rice noodles and meat buns, so that they could have a warm bite on the first day of the new year.

After loading everything into the carriage, Jiang Zhao and Wei Xiang sat on the carriage full of supplies.

Simu Bai and Jiu Qi took another carriage.

After all, the capacity of the carriage is limited, and it is full of the things Jiang Zhao and the others bought.

Jiang Zhao and the others came to the ruined temple, which was still full of homeless people.

When they saw Jiang Zhao and the others coming, they immediately stood up and looked at Jiang Zhao and the others eagerly.

Looking forward to what meal Jiang Zhao will bring them this time.

The porridge they drank last time was the thickest porridge they had ever drank in their lives. The thick porridge was really fragrant, and it made people have endless aftertaste after drinking it.

But this time Jiang Zhao didn't give them food easily, but sent them each a blueprint.

The potato is painted on it, and the shape of the potato and the plant of the potato are drawn.

"Everyone, you have a wide network of contacts and a wide range of activities. I hope you can help me find the thing painted on it."

"It's usually buried in the soil, and the leaves it grows on it are all drawn for you, and you can help everyone wholeheartedly."

"If you can find the things drawn on the drawings, I will be very grateful."

Everyone listened, looked at the blueprint in their hands, and instantly felt that what they were holding was a treasure map.

The eyes of each one are shining, wishing to rush out of the ruined temple now, to find the lumps on the blueprint.

After distributing the blueprints, Jiang Zhao and the others gave rice noodles and other things to the homeless and asked them to cook them by themselves.

After Jiang Zhao and the others left, the homeless people started cooking.

They didn't cook a pot of thick porridge like Jiang Zhao and the others did when they first came here, they just put some rice in it.

After all, the rice Jiang Zhao brought was limited, and they wanted to keep it for a few more meals.

But it is also much better than the porridge distributed by the government.

There are also meat buns and vegetables, which are more delicious than what they ate in Yuanzheng in previous years.

But this time they were not as harmonious as when Jiang Zhao and the others were around.

Everyone was scrambling for the porridge in the pot, and some old, weak, sick, disabled and young couldn't grab it, so they had to wait for him to finish eating, and then eat some leftover crumbs.

A child scraped and scraped the pot with an iron spoon, hoping to scrape out a little oil and water in it.

Then lick the iron spoon again.

When Jiang Zhao and the others came last time, the food he ate was almost digested, and his stomach is very hungry now.

There is also the grandfather lying on the ground. Although Jiang Zhao and the others left rice noodles yesterday, there is no food for them at all.

After those able-bodied people cooked the porridge, he originally thought that he could get a bowl of porridge.

But when he came forward with the bowl, they laughed at him.

"It's up to you, your hair hasn't even grown yet, what porridge do you still have, go away."

He was not convinced and wanted to reason with them, but they beat him up.

The child scraped the iron pot vigorously again, and scraped out a little thicker water.

He hurried over so that his grandfather could also eat some.

He took another plate with vegetables, so that he could lick the remaining vegetable juice on it.

It's just that as soon as his trembling hand reached out to the plate, someone took it away.

That person was also bullied and had no food to eat.

He took the plate, glanced at the child, and then quickly brought the plate to his mouth to lick it, for fear that he would snatch him.

The child could only lower his head weakly, and then scraped the iron spoon vigorously, wishing to scrape off a layer of iron sheet.

And those strong and strong people have already eaten and drank enough, lying on the ground, humming a little song.

It doesn't matter whether these people live or die.

Seeing their happy faces, the child wished he could chop them up with a big knife right now.

It is obvious that the food brought by the lords is for them all, but they take it for themselves and don't leave them anything to eat.

He wanted to stop them, but he was only an eight-year-old child, so he couldn't beat them at all.

When Jiang Zhao and the others returned home, Jingshui Tower had already delivered the food.

The food box was brought into the house, and the group began to eat breakfast.

I served myself a bowl of porridge, today's vegetable and meat porridge, just smelling delicious.

After taking a big sip, my stomach felt warm in an instant.

Jiang Zhao is a salty party.

Whether it is zongzi or tofu nao, it must be salty, and sweet ones are absolutely unacceptable.

She still likes candy very much, such as candied haws.

But it is particularly annoying for dishes that are not originally sweet but have sugar added to them.

For example, fried sugar color.

Whether it's light soy sauce or dark soy sauce, sugar must be added to a good dish to make it not too sweet.

Jiang Zhao hated the behavior of frying sugar.

So for Jingshuilou to deliver food, she only has one request, except for dishes like cold cucumbers, no sugar is allowed.

Jingshuilou's service is also very considerate. There are sweet and salty porridge. If you don't like it, there is also a clear porridge to satisfy everyone's taste.

Nothing wrong with it other than a bit of waste.

But if you can't finish eating now, you can give it to the homeless, so that they can also have a hot meal.

But in the end, Jiang Zhao and the others were naive. They didn't expect the homeless people's world competition to be so fierce.

They originally thought that these people should be very united, but they didn't expect that the jungle also practiced among the homeless.

Jiang Zhao and the others didn't know what kind of scramble was going on in the ruined temple, and they were still enjoying delicious food in the mansion.

"This porridge with vegetables and meat is really good, but the beef is a bit too tough, and it can't be chewed. It would be better if it was more tender."

Jiang Zhao chewed the beef in his mouth, no matter how much he chewed it, it was still lumpy and could not be chewed.

Ninety-seven nodded.

Jiang Zhao misses the snowflake steaks from his previous life a little bit, such as sirloin steak, filet steak, rib eye steak.

But this meat porridge is also good, except that the beef is a bit old, there is no problem.

Add some side dishes and it's delicious.

After Jiang Zhao and the others had eaten, Liu Ruoxiang and the others came.

There was a knock on the door, she ran to open the door, and Liu Ruoxiang and Chu Yao stood outside the door.

She hurriedly called the two of them in.

Chu Yao was still holding a bundle in her hand, she didn't know what was inside.

Jiang Zhao asked curiously, "What are you holding?"

Chu Yao gave her the package and asked her to open it by herself.

Jiang Zhao took it. The bag was still a bit heavy. After touching it, there were some hard things inside. It looked like some kind of jewelry.

She glanced at Chu Yao, and she could probably guess what was inside.

Chu Yao smiled slightly, motioning for her to open it and have a look.

Just this one piece of clothing cost nearly half of her net worth.

(End of this chapter)