My imagination has come true

The third prince once felt that he had been kicked in the head by a donkey, so he hid among the refugees to avoid being chased from nowhere.

Especially since he was suppressed by an extremely terrifying aura and did not dare to resist at all. He was asked to take away all his clothes and had to wash them from head to toe with a really unpleasant-smelling potion.

The third prince thought that it was fortunate that he had been the best among his brothers in taking care of himself since he was a child. He never asked others to help him with washing. Otherwise, if he had to let others do the washing, he would probably die.

"Hurry up, you kid, why are you taking so long? If you're delayed, you won't be able to eat the white-flour buns. At most, you'll only be left with some Sanhe noodles."

The third prince's face was blank. He didn't even say anything when he was rubbed by the gray-haired and dark-skinned uncle next to him. He slipped out and put on a short shirt and shorts. After leaving the bathing hall, he was the first to queue up to receive his meal. Multigrain porridge and steamed buns.

He originally thought that he could barely eat it. He was not the kind of person who was not suffering from human suffering. He even ate grass roots and wild vegetables with his father, queen and queen.

The father said that they must remember that Emperor Taizu had a long and difficult journey and went through countless hardships to reach the present of the Great Xi Dynasty. The descendants of the royal family must not forget it.

But as soon as he opened his mouth, he understood.

The so-called food made by the imperial kitchen for poor people to eat was not the same thing as the real coarse food.

It probably takes seven or eight times more effort to make it than to make fine grains.

The food at the moment is actually not bad. All the refugees around him look satisfied and their eyes are shining. The black-faced old man next to him has his head buried in the bowl and refuses to waste a grain of rice or a vegetable leaf.

The porridge is cooked together with beans, wild vegetables, and wheat grains. The bran and vegetable roots are not removed. It is cooked to a pulp, and it is not very throat-irritating. It is also very thick, but the taste in your mouth is really something you can only drink. Talent knows.

The white-flour steamed buns are quite delicate, and each person can only get one, while they last. It is said to be a new grain produced in Qingyun Fairy Zhuangzi.

There are also two three-sided nests.

The third prince took a few bites and found that it was not unpalatable, but just average. However, he could see his father's happiness. He knew that the yield of this kind of grain was particularly high. Based on this alone, it was particularly unpalatable and also a good grain. .

There were all kinds of thoughts in his mind. When he lowered his head, he saw that a skinny little boy next to him, who looked like a skeleton, had finished the rice in his bowl and was still swallowing his saliva. His hungry eyes were turning green. He hesitated. He handed over his porridge bowl and nest.

The little boy was completely rude and took one bite.

The dark and skinny uncle next to him frowned and kicked the little boy on the butt. The little boy let him kick him, firmly protecting his bowl with both hands, and immersed himself in eating. Apart from the sound of swallowing, there was no other movement at all.

"Little bastard, you've made it this far alive. Don't live like a ghost. Be a good person. Did you see that the people in front of you were all refugees last year? This year they have changed into new clothes like a dog, and they are all taller. Without the shank meat, you can eat half of the refined grains."

The child finally raised his head this time and looked in the direction the uncle pointed. His dull face seemed to be a little more lively.

The third prince knew that they were talking about the refugees who came from outside last winter.

There were actually a lot of refugees fleeing to the capital. My father lost his temper because of this. As the New Year approached, he angrily criticized the old ministers who were whitewashing the peace.

His uncle even bumped into the muzzle of the gun and wanted to offer some auspiciousness from the barbarians, but was scolded by his father who looked at him in the face.

Thinking of his uncle and his current situation, he suddenly broke out in a sweat and was completely distracted. He quickly patted his face and stopped thinking about it. The refugees who came last year now look neatly dressed and everyone is polite. Some of them have moved out of the resettlement houses, and some of them are probably not willing to leave. They are still living here, but they have nothing to eat or drink. These meals are not given for free, but from the small stove in the shantytown next door.

They are very conscious that once they have income, they will not compete with other refugees who have just arrived and have no income yet to compete for free food.

And compared with the free meals, Xiao Zao is richer than the naked eye.

The third prince looked at the dense yellow rice from a distance. Millet and rice were boiled together, and half a salted duck egg yolk was placed on top. It was stewed in a big bowl, and there was actually a bit of fat in it. The pancake was as big as the face. It contains at least 60% to 70% fine grains.

The horse had been running for a long time, and then became very nervous. Now his stomach was empty. The third prince couldn't help but feel a little greedy when he caught a glimpse of the food on the small stove.

"Boy, work hard, save money, and live a small life in the future. Then marry a wife and settle down in a family. Then you will have a way of living again in this life."

When it was time to eat, many former refugees came over to eat. As soon as the yellow rice appeared, the order of the entire refugee resettlement area visibly improved a lot.

The men, women, and children who wiped away their tears because their hair was cut all also recovered.

Almost all those who can escape all the way to the capital have a strong heart. Besides, a lot of hair has been cut off at this time, and some men have exposed green scalps, and the layers of old mud on their bodies have turned into shells. They were all brushed away, and the whole thing felt much refreshed.

They are not stupid. Although the ingrained habit has always been there, people have said it countless times. This is to get rid of fleas and diseases. It is better to lose their hair than to be infected by the disease and lose their lives. It does not mean that they will not be able to do it in the future. If you grow your hair, after a year and a half, your hair will naturally grow back.

Even if my parents were still there at this time, it would be impossible for me to say something like my body, hair, and skin were protected by my parents and should not be harmed at this critical moment.

When the third prince saw his head shaved, his hair stood on end, but he did not murmur.

The one who sets such rules is the immortal in the sky. Who has nothing to do to act against others? Moreover, he had seen short-haired gods and short-haired mortals in the sky.

There is a precedent for this matter, even if it is in the sky, it will be easier to accept.

After all the refugees had a good meal, they started lining up to be assigned jobs. The third prince had mentioned that he was good at reading and writing, so the first group was named, and it was the Hua'er girl next to Fairy Qingyun who personally came to pick them up.

"Oh, reading is so good. If I have a son in the future, I will have to find a way to make him learn a few words."

The black-faced uncle looked jealous.

"What? If you want to have a daughter, why don't you let her know how to read?"

Hua'er rolled her eyes and said coldly.

The black-faced uncle was so frightened that he slapped himself in the mouth: "Literate, of course you have to be literate, there is no difference between a girl and a boy."

Hua'er ignored him.

In addition to the third prince, other young people who were more or less literate, including seven or eight men and seven or eight women, jumped out and gathered together. Hua'er said in a deep voice: "Our little lady invites you from heaven." A few photo stones were taken down, and from then on every seven days, folks from all over the surrounding areas were invited to come and take photos, so that they could learn about the customs, customs, and historical allusions of the world and other places. In addition, everyone aged above five and below sixteen Children, every single day go to see a teaching photo session, where gentlemen from the upper world and other mortal worlds take photos when they give lectures. You people go to the scene to help. Now come with me and do the training."