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Chapter 386 0382 [Add a few handfuls of sand to the porridge]

noon.

Under the scorching sun, more than a hundred subordinate officials walked through Xuande Gate and headed towards the main hall of Yanfu Palace.

Stepping on the bluestone slab carved with entwining flower patterns, all the subordinate officials were filled with excitement and excited expressions.

Once upon a time, they, a group of lowly subordinates, were not qualified to enter the imperial city and pay homage.

Even if you can enter the palace, you will just follow the Shangguan and help get some official documents and accounts. How is it different from a slave?

But now, times have changed.

County Magistrate Han is here and wants to share the world with his subordinates!

After passing through the palace gates, the group became more and more excited.

Entering the main hall of Yanfu Palace, a tall and heroic figure caught everyone's eyes.

"I have met His Majesty!"

Hundreds of subordinate officials paid homage and shouted loudly.

This "Your Majesty" was shouted with sincerity and sincerity.

"No gift."

Han Zhen raised his hand in vain.

Hearing this, everyone stood up one after another.

Looking around at the crowd, Han Zhen spoke slowly: "In the second year of Duangong, Chen Yiqing, a subordinate of Zhongshu, privately participated in the imperial examination and passed the imperial examination with his knowledge of Zhouyi. He ranked fifth in the first class and ranked first in the Zhao and Song Dynasties. For example, a subordinate official takes part in the imperial examination. It can be seen that the knowledge of a subordinate official is not inferior to that of others."

"When Zhao Guangyi learned about it, he was furious and said: The department level is set up to wait for the flow of scholars. How can we allow officials to rush in and steal the name of the department! He ordered Chen Yiqing to seize the imperial ultimatum he received, acquit him of his crime, and return him to the bureau. He also ordered From now on, subordinate officials are strictly prohibited from taking part in the imperial examination. From then on, subordinate officials will be completely reduced to lowly status and will never be able to stand up again."

As a subordinate official in Tokyo City, many people know about Chen Yiqing.

At this moment, everyone looked indignant when they heard Han Zhen mention it again.

Han Zhen asked: "Do you think this is fair?"

"unfair!"

Hundreds of subordinate officials roared in unison.

Han Zhen nodded and said: "I also think it's unfair. I have to do the most and most tiring errands, but get the meager salary. I am insulted by superiors, cursed by the people, and future generations can't hold their heads up."

Every word spoke to the hearts of these subordinates.

At this moment, in the eyes of these subordinates, Han Zhen was closer than his own father.

"He Jun, a native of Linzi, has been a subordinate official for three generations, and is currently the magistrate of Shouguang County. Qi Meng, a native of Yidu, once served as a subordinate official of Hucao, and is now the magistrate of Jimo County..."

Every time Han Zhen read a person's name, the eyes of these subordinates became brighter.

After reading the names of more than a dozen people in a row, Han Zhen paused and said loudly: "I can't make many promises to you, just two points, which are to increase your salary and benefits and open up channels for promotion. As for whether you can live a good life, Yu Jumping over the Dragon Gate and serving as an official are all up to you, do you understand?"

"understand!"

The subordinates roared again.

Han Zhen nodded with satisfaction and chuckled: "You and others are senior subordinates in various provincial monasteries and know how the department operates. Now there is an opportunity. It depends on whether you can seize it. All Zhao and Song officials have been I will remove you and create numerous real vacancies. You will be temporarily appointed as the minister of various departments for a period of three months. If you can pass the assessment, you can be promoted to a full official. If not, then you will have no one else to blame."

"Under my rule, the capable will be promoted and the mediocre will be demoted."

All the subordinate officials felt their breathing quickened, their faces turned red, and they were extremely excited. They saluted and bowed again: "Thank you, Your Majesty!"

Han Zhen said seriously: "Now the capital is in chaos and the people's hearts are unstable. I hope to settle down as soon as possible. Don't let me down."

The subordinate official shouted: "I am a humble minister (humble minister) who must work hard to live up to your kindness!"

"Just go."

Han Zhen waved his hand.

All the subordinate officials came out of the hall with excited expressions, with wind blowing under their feet and high spirits.

……

……

He Li acted very quickly. In the afternoon, he set up disaster relief porridge stations in the four directions of the outer city: southeast, northwest and northwest.

On Nancheng West Street.

Under the makeshift hut, large pots emitted bursts of heat.

Hundreds of Tai students carried bowls and wolfed down the porridge.

Chen Dong scolded with a straight face: "You guys have eaten before the victims have eaten."

Hearing this, all the students looked ashamed.

One of the imperial students sneered and said, "Senior Brother Chen, we are really hungry. If we don't eat some porridge to fill our stomachs, I'm afraid we'll faint on the roadside after just a few steps."

Someone immediately echoed: "Yes, we are so hungry that we can't even hold the pen steady, how can we save the people."

There are many people in Taixue, so food is purchased every three days.

First the Jin people besieged the city, and then Han Zhen. The Imperial College had been without food for several days. Each of these students was so hungry that their eyes were dizzy, and they were almost no different from disaster victims.

"..."

Chen Dong was silent for a while.

The cook who was cooking porridge on the side advised: "Mr. Chen, you should also eat some."

"it is good."

Chen Dong nodded, took the rice porridge, and ate it up in a few mouthfuls.

After eating a bowl of rice porridge, my stomach suddenly felt warm and I finally felt a little more energetic.

"Ms. Chen, please have another bowl."

The cook said, picked up the wooden spoon and was about to add another bowl to him, but Chen Dong waved his hand: "One bowl is enough. If I eat one more bowl, the victims will eat one less bowl."

Putting down the bowl, Chen Dong said to the students: "After you finish eating, go to each wing to promote it."

"it is good."

All the students nodded.

Except for some people with ulterior motives, most of the Tai students who can come to help are ambitious young people, full of ideas about saving the world, benefiting the people, and leaving a name in history.

Very childish, but full of passion.

After eating the porridge, these imperial students went to notify the refugees in twos and threes according to the divided areas.

After a while, people came.

Each of these people was so hungry that they were so weak that they had to be helped to walk. Some were even so hungry that they couldn't even walk and had to be carried by the imperial students.

Under the command of three squads of subordinate officials, the people lined up in several long queues.

The food for disaster relief all comes from the army.

But there is not much food in the army, and it will take a few days for the food from Shandong to arrive, so for the time being, each person can only receive one bowl of porridge per day.

It's not much, but it can save a life.

The subordinate officials of Kaifeng Mansion lined up, spread out their pens and papers, and recorded things one by one.

While providing disaster relief, we also conducted a census.

There are Baojia and neighbors to testify, and nothing can be false. This can also prevent people from receiving porridge repeatedly.

"Name."

"Zhang Agui."

"age."

"Thirty-seven...no, thirty-eight."

"Thirty-seven or thirty-eight?"

"It seems to be thirty-eight."                                                                 　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　ulating cons lain to a house and an alley?] 'How many people do you have in your family?'

Since it is a census, it naturally needs to be detailed.

In order to receive the porridge, these people also talked about everything.

"next."

After remembering it, Chen Dong waved his hand.

The next moment, a chubby figure appeared in the field of vision.

Seeing this, Chen Dong frowned slightly: "I recognize you, you live in Killing Pig Lane."

"That's right, my husband has a good memory."

The middle-aged fat man smiled and nodded.

Chen Dong asked: "Your family is well off. Now that rice shops everywhere are open for business, the price of food is 30% lower than before. If you don't buy food, why do you come to compete with the victims for porridge?"

The fat man had already responded and called out: "My husband, where are you? If not for the disaster, who would come to receive the relief food? My family was robbed by Qiu Ba, and now I haven't eaten for two days. Don't look at me fat, sir. But they are all empty. I have been like this since I was a child. Even if I drink water, I will gain weight."

Just listening to his angry voice, it didn't look like he had been hungry for two days.

Chen Dong knew in his heart that he was making things up, but he couldn't refute it for a while.

Suppressing the anger in his heart, Chen Dong asked: "Name!"

"Xu Dayuan."

After asking, Xu Dayuan received a bowl of rice porridge.

After finishing the drink in small sips, he left leisurely with his hands behind his back, still humming a tune.

The subordinate official on the side reminded: "Ms. Chen, this Xu Dayuan is lying."

"I know."

Chen Dong nodded.

These people just want to have an advantage and not take advantage of the bastards.

Who wouldn’t want a bowl of porridge for nothing?

As for whether drinking one more bowl will cause a refugee to starve to death, that's none of their business.

As the afternoon passed, Chen Dong found that there were thousands of people like Xu Dayuan.

There are thousands of people in one urban area, and the entire four urban areas in the outer city are between 20 and 30,000 people.

"It's really hateful!"

Chen Dong punched the wooden table with a look of indignation.

A subordinate official suggested: "Ms. Chen, why don't you let the quick team catch the heads tomorrow and arrest all these people."

"inappropriate."

Chen Dong shook his head.

How can we capture twenty to thirty thousand people?

Moreover, disaster relief is a charitable act. If people are arrested, public opinion may make many real victims fearful and afraid to come to receive rice porridge.

In the evening, after the porridge shop closed its stall, the students went back one after another.

Chen Dongze and his subordinate officials went to Kaifeng Mansion Office for business.

In the government office lobby, the officials in charge of the other three urban districts had already returned first.

Zhao Ding was still dressed in the same clothes, linen clothes and sandals, and his body smelled faintly of corpse.

He Li asked: "How?"

Chen Dong said with a gloomy face: "Today, there are more than 38,000 victims who came to receive porridge. About 5,000 of them are from well-off families, but they also come to grab the relief food from the victims."

Hearing this, Xu Han stroked his beard and said: "The same is true for Dongcheng, which I am responsible for. The food is temporarily seconded by Your Majesty from the army. The quantity is not large. How can it withstand such a torment?"

He Li sighed: "People's hearts are not as old as they used to be."

At this moment, Zhao Ding smiled slightly and said calmly: "This matter is difficult to say and easy to say."

"Why?"

Chen Dong asked hurriedly.

Zhao Ding took his time and said, "Just add a few handfuls of sand when making porridge."

"This is nonsense. Rice porridge is a life-saving ration for disaster victims. How can we add..."

Chen Dong looked indignant as he spoke, but suddenly paused.

After figuring out the joints, he bowed and said, "Chen Dong has learned a lesson!"

He Li slapped the case and applauded: "Yuanzhen is a great talent!"

Zhao Ding shook his head and smiled bitterly: "It's just a helpless move. It only hurts the real victims."

The next day.

Early in the morning, porridge distribution began again in the four districts of the outer city.

Not long after, Xu Dayuan came again.

Under the fine brocade robe, her belly was bulging high, like a pregnant woman who was seven or eight months pregnant.

Xu Dayuan asked with a smile: "Ms. Chen, do you still need to register today?"

"no need."

Chen Dong waved his hand.

Xu Dayuan pretended to say: "This saves trouble. Give me a bowl of porridge quickly. Unfortunately, I woke up from hunger several times last night, and my heart feels like it's on fire."

Soon, the cook handed over a bowl of porridge.

Rice porridge made from whole grains such as corn, millet and soybeans does not look good. There are also a lot of wild vegetables in it, so it looks green.

The sand is hidden in it and cannot be found at all.

Taking the rice porridge, Xu Dayuan blew a few mouthfuls of cool air before taking a sip.

Just after chewing a few mouthfuls, I heard a thump.

Immediately afterwards, there was a heartbreaking pain in the teeth.

"Pooh!"

Xu Dayuan spit out the rice porridge in his mouth and shouted: "Why is there so much sand in this rice porridge?"

Chen Dong said coldly: "Even if it is relief food, is there some sand? Isn't it normal? You can't save your life, but you still care about sand."

Yes, the refugees are starving to death, so who cares about whether there is sand?

"This……"

Xu Dayuan's expression froze, and he looked at the rice porridge in his hand. It was neither eating nor not eating.

Chen Dong stared at him with his eyes fixed on him, and the headman on the side who was maintaining order also had a fierce look in his eyes.

Seeing this scene, Xu Dayuan had no choice but to grit his teeth and continue drinking porridge.

He didn't dare to chew for fear of hurting his teeth, but even so, his face twisted as the sand passed down his throat.

After finishing the rice porridge in a few mouthfuls, Xu Dayuan covered his mouth and ran away.

But those real refugees were in sharp contrast to him. Even if there was sand in the porridge, they still tasted delicious.

Because this is life-saving food!

(End of this chapter)