Ci Jinzhi

The guard who had been busy was sweating on his forehead, picked up the last chicken, put it in a bowl and handed it to the people in line, and smiled apologetically to the people behind: "There is no more meat."

Out of meat?
These words immediately aroused howls.

"I've been worrying that it's my turn and I won't be there, and it's true." The person holding the bowl stomped depressedly.

There was still a quarrel behind: "I said come out quickly, you kid has to dawdle, it's okay now, I didn't catch up!"

"Wow--" the pinched child cried out.

Another guard in charge of porridge said loudly: "There is porridge!"

And porridge?
Although the rice porridge was far less attractive than braised pork, it was porridge made from white rice, much better than the brown rice they usually ate.Not to mention that even the brown rice porridge is extremely thin, which is thick and fragrant like this porridge.

"Can I have some broth?"

The guard would naturally not refuse.

In the end, the meat bucket was clean, and the porridge bucket was also clean, but there were still more than a dozen people who hadn't filled it.

"Neighbors, don't worry, we will come tomorrow morning." Liu Zhou shouted loudly.

"Come again tomorrow?" When people heard this, they rushed forward.

Among these people, not only those who didn't get the porridge, but most of the people who got the porridge before didn't leave at all.

They had heard from the people who came at the beginning that the porridge would last for a few days, so of course they had to stay and listen to the situation.What's more, it's a new thing for a girl from a rich family to come to give porridge to thank the neighbor for helping to find the cat, even if she stays just to watch the fun, it's not a loss.

"Brother, are you really coming tomorrow?"

"Come on, our girl said that we will give porridge for four days."

"When will you come?"

"It's still very early in the morning." Liu Zhou smiled and said what Xinyou had told him, "Neighbors, come early tomorrow, our rice porridge and roasted pork are limited, first come, first served."

As soon as the words came out, people looked at each other, and they all made up their minds to come and watch early tomorrow, so as not to be like the unlucky guy who ran away today.

The people living in their area are too poor to eat meat during Chinese New Year. If you miss it, you will regret it to death.

The next day, when Xin You and his party came over, there were already many people waiting.

"Come, come, really come!"

It was very cold, and it was really uncomfortable to crawl out of bed so early. Those who were waiting in the cold wind were unavoidably nervous, worried that people like Xin You would not come.

How much does it cost to feed porridge and meat to so many people?

The food prepared today was more than yesterday, but it was distributed earlier than yesterday, and there were more people who did not get it.

On the way back, Xiao Lian sighed: "Young lady guessed it right, there are really many more people today."

"There will be more tomorrow."

Rice porridge is nothing more than rice porridge, these stewed soft and fragrant meat are not eaten every day by people with a decent life, not to mention that this area is poor people, and they don't see meat a few times a year.

These people also have relatives, and they want their relatives and friends to have a good meal. If you spread the word to ten or ten, then there will be more people coming.

"Then there will be more people queuing up early tomorrow." Xiao Lian sighed casually.

Xin You bent her lips: "I'm not afraid that they will come early to line up, but I'm afraid they won't come."

It was early in the morning when the disaster struck, and the sooner you leave your home, the safer you will be.

On the third day of the porridge, that is, the tenth day of the twelfth lunar month, more people came to line up.

After the porridge and meat were divided, Liu Zhou said loudly: "Tomorrow is the last day to give porridge here, neighbors come early!"

The neighbors laughed and said, "I'm sure to come early and line up."

This day was also the day when the Imperial College was on holiday, Gu Yu was reluctant to hire a car, and walked home from the Imperial College early in the morning, and saw her mother waiting at the door from a distance.

"Mother, why are you standing outside in such a cold day?"

Gu Yuniang smiled softly: "I guess you came out soon after you got home, so come in and have breakfast."

"Mother, I have eaten in the Imperial College."

Not all the supervising students can go home during the holidays. During the ten-day holidays, the Guozijian is also in charge of meals, and Gu Yu only goes home when she is full.

After entering the room, Gu Yu was taken aback when he saw a piece of braised pork on the table.

"I'm going to warm it up."

Gu Yuniang quickly heated up the meat, and served with hot porridge.

"Mother?" Gu Yu was full of doubts.

Could it be that he was waiting for him to come back to Laba?But in previous years, the Laba Festival did not eat meat.

While passing chopsticks to her son, Gu Yuniang talked endlessly: "A girl came here a few days ago..."

After listening to her mother, Gu Yu frowned: "The girl's surname is Kou?"

"Yes, they call her Miss Kou."

"Mother, can you tell me what Miss Kou looks like?"

After listening to the description, Gu Yu frowned even tighter.

It was undoubtedly the girl Kou from Qingsong Bookstore.

Why did she go to his house to give porridge and donate meat?
If it was a coincidence, Gu Yu would not believe it.

In terms of knowledge, Gu Yu is limited by his family background and is not as good as those aristocrats, but he is intelligent, and he intuitively feels that Miss Kou's move has something to do with him.

Is it because he didn't believe her that day?
But what does this have to do with her running to give porridge?

"Tomorrow morning will be the last time. You just come back, Yu'er. We can get two copies."

Gu Yu subconsciously said: "I have to rush back to the Imperial College early in the morning."

"It's too late, Miss Kou comes to give porridge very early every day. Yu'er, you should try this braised pork, it should be cold later."

"Mother, you can eat, I have no shortage of meat in the Imperial College."

"You are just growing up, and studying is hard."

The mother and son gave way, and finally shared the food.

Before dawn the next day, Gu Yu was woken up by her mother.

"Yu'er, get up quickly, you won't be able to share any later."

Gu Yu didn't react for a while: "What?"

"Go get the braised pork from Miss Kou!"

Gu Yu woke up suddenly, packed up neatly and went out with her mother.

He wasn't for the braised pork, but was puzzled by Miss Kou's approach.

After walking out of the house, Gu Yu was surprised to find many neighbors running out with bowls in their hands.

"Hurry up, hurry up, a lot of people from other places came yesterday, maybe even more today."

"It's really shameless. Ms. Kou came to give porridge because she was moved by our help. Why should people from other places come?"

"What's the use of saying this, people can't tell the difference so clearly..."

Gu Yu ran over with the flow of people, got into the queue and looked forward.

"Mother, how can anyone give me porridge?"

Before Gu Yuniang could answer, the young woman holding the child smiled and said, "Miss Kou won't be here for a while."

Gu Yu was taken aback: "Sister-in-law Zhang, you came out with the baby in such a cold day?"

"No way, porridge and roasted pork are given to people who see them, regardless of gender, age or age, and those who don't come will be gone."

"Here we come, we come!" The crowd became commotion, but the queue was not chaotic at all.

Gu Yu looked around, and the one walking in front was indeed Miss Kou.

"Good morning, Miss Kou!" The neighbors greeted one after another.

"Morning, everyone." Xin You responded with a smile.

Gu Yu showed a thoughtful look on his face.

Could it be that Ms. Kou is seeking fame?