our family is gone

Chapter 148 Hope in Suffering
"Let him in and get a bowl of porridge by yourself."

"Thank you sir." The man bowed his head obediently, carefully avoiding the soldiers and walked to the porridge shed, his eyes fixed on the porridge with oil stars floating in the cauldron.

The person in charge of making the porridge filled a large bowl without saying a word.

"Go over there to eat, if it's not enough, you can add another bowl."

"Thank you, sir." The man repeated the words in his mouth, and the first time he took it, he didn't care about so much, and took a bite directly.

It's hot, but it's hard to hide the salty taste, and you can feel the silky texture of the fish when you taste it carefully.

Not to mention that this stuff has a faint fishy smell, which opened up the taste buds that have been dull for a long time, and he felt that he had never eaten such a delicious thing.

A warm current rises from a bowl of food, directly enlivening the long-hungry body.

"Hehehe~ Another bowl." The man finished his drink in two or three sips, and took the second bowl with a respectful smile.

It's just that this time he didn't finish eating in a hurry, but took small sips to savor it carefully, trying to keep the meaty smell in his mouth for a longer time.

But when he was eating, he suddenly started to cry, holding the bowl and choking in a low voice, and the muddy teardrops fell into the bowl.

If it had been earlier, wouldn't my son have been beaten to death for resisting those people who robbed him of food, wouldn't his daughter-in-law have been taken away, and his newborn grandson wouldn't have starved to death... …

He was the first to be called, and the refugees were watching him to see if the promise was true.

Many people were moved when they saw him wolfing down a bowl of porridge, and many people were moved. Now they are dying, and they are almost starving to death. It doesn't matter that he is a freeman. Anyway, he lives like a serf.

When he saw that he really ate the second bowl, someone started to move and approach him, but they didn't understand why that person cried while eating.

And some people who had been in contact with him before began to tell about the old man's situation, which made them sad for a while.

"My lord, I am a carpenter, and I can also do farm work. My wife also knows how to weave. We will work harder. Can I bring my children? They can herd sheep for adults."

A family stepped out to meet Lance's gaze. The man was in his prime, and the woman was thick, and that was how they were able to protect the two children beside them.

Lance took a look. The two children were almost starved to the bone, and there was no flesh on their faces. It seemed that they had no choice but to come up.

Ordinary farmers would not want this kind of person. Whether it is a woman or two children, they would be a burden. They would rather want a strong adult.

Anyway, serfs are leeks, they just don’t have to cut them, as they will grow out of the ground.

But Lance is different. His vision is more long-term. From the perspective of the development of the territory, he likes this kind of family. Only in this way will he be willing to stabilize and have the motivation to work, which is conducive to his rule.

Just like the old farmer just now, only this kind of person can calm down to farm. It is difficult for young people to calm down and do farm work with an active mind, so an experienced old farmer can stand up to several young people.

"Okay, come and register."

When the two adults heard this, smiles appeared on their faces. When their eyes swept over, they were ready to be rejected, but they did not expect to agree.

The person just now was the registration step that Lance deliberately omitted, so he just pushed forward as soon as possible.

But now it is necessary to register the basic situation, then sign the contract, and truly put it under his name.

"Take this and go get the porridge, the child will eat a bowl first."

"No... just give my share to the children, and I won't waste the adults' food." Hearing this, the father thought that the children had caused Lance's dissatisfaction, and quickly stood up to take responsibility.

Of course, Lance understood what he meant, and felt even more emotional for a moment, how oppressive is this world for people?
Even making him an exploiter feel a bit too much~
"I don't mean that. Children are not physically like adults. If they are hungry for so many days, they will not be able to bear it if they eat too much. So eat one bowl first to let the body adapt, and tomorrow everyone will have two bowls, regardless of size, twice a day. "

The couple understood Lance's meaning, knew that they had misunderstood and quickly apologized, and urged the two children at the same time.

"Thank you, sir?"

The two children didn't understand what was going on, and when they saw the man looking at them, they instinctively held their parents' hands tightly and yelled out a weak voice.

"Thank you, master~"

"Okay, okay, let's go in."

Lance looked away, and turned to look at the people gathered behind him.

My own actions really touched the nerves of those watching. Why are many people with hands and feet unwilling to leave here?I just don't want to be separated from my family.

But now that the adult is willing to accept, and has not shown harshness to the child, and is even very tolerant, then they have nothing to worry about.

It was only when those people ate hot porridge that they realized why the man was crying.

Emotions are transmitted, and there were many wailing voices in the camp for a while.

This period of time has been too hard, so hard that they have already forgotten what it means to be alive~
Lance was also a little helpless. There were three to five thousand refugees on the day he first came, but some of the moving ones had migrated after three days, and there were only one or two thousand that could not move. The quality can be said to be very poor. Pick them out The ones that can be used are more than 500, and the rest are all rotten fish and shrimps.

And among these five hundred, only two-thirds can be counted as labor force, and the remaining part is the elderly and children.

Fortunately, the male labor force at this time usually takes care of other jobs, so there are many craftsmen here, and he even found a blacksmith, which is definitely the biggest gain of this trip.

All those who are willing to come have been screened, but there are still some people who refuse to leave and surround the camp.

The people outside watched the people inside eat fish porridge, but they didn't get their farts. They immediately felt that they were treated differently. After gathering together, they seemed to have confidence and dared to challenge the camp. .

"Why don't you want me?"

"That's right, are you looking down on us?"

"Fuck! Come on guys, show them some color."

"Don't push, why the fuck don't you come on?"

"..."

Those guys yelled loudly, but no one dared to come up. They are not idiots to escape here. Those stern-faced guards are not easy to mess with at first sight. Just use the opportunity to yell twice to put some pressure on it. If you really want to go up, you will definitely I dare not.

Lance also saw through their ridiculous tricks, but he didn't waste this great opportunity to stand up. He needed to show it off in front of these people.

"Come here." Lance beckoned the first man to join, and then led him to face the booing refugees.

"Now tell me, who bullied you at that time?"

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