The thief of the fortress dominates the world

Chapter 86

In summer, the days are long, and just at twilight, a row of sheds was built on a large open space in the slums in the south of Liaoyang City. There were more than a dozen large pots set up in the sheds, and each big pot was filled to the brim. Steaming hot millet porridge.

In addition to these porridge pots, there is also a table in each porridge shed, on which are stacks of freshly fried flatbreads, crispy and golden, with a pleasant aroma, which makes people move their index fingers and salivate .

In addition, there are five large pots, half of which are filled with cold dishes mixed with green wild vegetables. Looking at the green and lush color, it feels like an absolutely refreshing delicacy before eating.

Around these porridge sheds stood two rows of indifferent-faced soldiers in sharp armor, staring coldly at the crowded crowd in the open space.

Many people crowded here didn't know what was going on, so they were brought here by those soldiers who were full of evil spirits. When they came, they were asked to bring bowls and chopsticks.

So it became the current scene: a group of ragged clothes, unkempt faces, and a group of people holding various or complete or broken bowls and chopsticks in their hands squatted on the ground one by one, looking at the front. Those tempting meals, while swallowing, whispering and discussing with the people next to them.

This scene made people who didn't know the scene thought it was a meeting of the beggar gang.

A group of soldiers came from the street, stood at the front of the crowd, and stared at the crowd sternly. The chilling atmosphere made the whispering voices of the crowd gradually disappear, and finally only the sound of light breathing could be heard. Everyone watched nervously. Looking at the soldiers in front, there was both fear and longing in their eyes.

"Quiet, listen, people, let you come here, these things are not for you to see, but for you to eat." An officer glanced at the crowd and shouted loudly.

"For us to eat? Really?"

"I'm not dreaming, am I? How can these officers and soldiers have such good intentions?" The crowd was ignited by this sentence, and they started discussing again in astonishment.

The quiet atmosphere just now was broken again in an instant.

"Silence!" The officer shouted loudly, and the soldiers standing in the two rows also shouted: "Silence!" The noisy crowd was immediately suppressed by this power, and quickly fell silent.

"You heard me right, these meals are prepared for you. Now everyone puts away their bowls and chopsticks, and queues up in front of these porridge sheds. Each of you can get a bowl of porridge, a flatbread, and wild vegetables. People are limited to claiming once, and anyone who falsely claims again will be severely punished. Now start queuing up to claim the meal.”

The officer watched the crowd quiet down again, and after scanning around, he finally got to the point.

After these ragged people heard that the food was really prepared for themselves, they were both excited and frightened. There was joy and excitement in their eyes, but they were not sure. They dared not speak and could only use their eyes. They exchanged their feelings with each other.

The disbelief of the crowd didn't last long, because some people had already started running to the front to line up, and everyone recognized that those guys were the shameless beggars who made a living by begging.

Behind the cauldron of No. [-] porridge shed is San Dezi, the chef of the largest restaurant and Shenglou in Liaoyang City. His round face is sweating at the moment, and he looks a little embarrassed and cautious. Several beggars with flattering smiles and expectant faces, although disgusted in their hearts, still pulled a smile from the corner of their mouths, scooped a bowl full of porridge from the big pot, and gave them a bowl of porridge from the table next to them. Each of these people stuffed a big pie in their hands.

These beggars looked at the thick yellow-orange-orange millet porridge in the bowl, and the golden and crispy pancake in their hands. They all smiled happily. Some of them couldn't wait to take a bite, and the corners of their mouths were dripping with oil.There was another guy who took a sip of the porridge regardless of the heat, grinning so hot that he was still smiling all over his face.

"Go over there to get wild vegetables." San Dezi would not respond to such beggars at all on weekdays, but at this moment he had to be patient and talk to them for guidance.

"Third Boss, are you doing charity today?" A little beggar asked with a flattering smile.

"Don't talk nonsense, this is the kindness of these military men next to me, I'm just helping out a little." San Dezi hurriedly turned serious, looked at the soldiers with stern faces next to him, and then whispered.

"I understand, I understand." The little beggar smiled flatteringly and took a bite of the pancake before going to pick up wild vegetables.

With these little beggars taking the lead, seeing how their mouths were full of greasy food, people lined up in front of all the porridge sheds soon, all of them staring helplessly at the food that was getting closer and closer to them. Everyone kept swallowing their saliva.

In the face of hunger, and in the face of such a good thing like a pie in the sky, there are likely to be people who can maintain reason and abide by order.

Facing the temptation of food, people often have the same instinct as animals.It is instinct to rush forward and try to grab as much food as possible for yourself.

It's just that now under the threat of swords and guns, these hungry people barely maintain a fairly neat formation, and one by one patiently go to get the food that has already made them salivate. No one thinks why today's team suddenly The army that invaded Liaoyang City will suddenly be so generous to those who have always been called pariahs by the rich and powerful.

Even if someone thought about it, it was quickly diluted by the yearning for food and disappeared without a trace.

The person who received his share of food quickly found a comfortable corner with a bowl and began to eat. Soon, the whole open space was filled with the sound of sucking and drinking porridge, and they were busy eating the porridge that fell from the sky. The pie was stuffed first, as if afraid that the cooked duck would fly away.

Jiang Chuan walked over slowly with the commander, looking at this "magnificent" scene, he wanted to laugh, but couldn't.

Throughout the ages, in the past dynasties, how many years have the people in the world been able to eat enough?Not to mention eating well, it's good to be full.Looking through the history books, we can often see the human tragedies of starvation everywhere and the human tragedies of changing children to eat.

The so-called prosperity is nothing more than the political clarity at the official level, the country is stable, there are no major rebellions, no major powerful enemies and threats.But for ordinary people, the situation of not having enough to eat still exists, and it is not uncommon for people to starve to death.

The era in which the common people could truly have enough to eat was the era in which Jiang Chuan himself came.

Looking at these people with disheveled faces and only food in their eyes, Jiang Chuan originally wanted to say something, but in the end he hesitated to speak.

Anything you say has to be eaten to be effective.

　The second one arrives.Today is too tiring, there are only two updates.As much as possible tomorrow.Goodnight everybody.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)