Our family is in decline

"Let him in and get a bowl of porridge yourself."

"Thank you, sir." The man bowed his head respectfully, carefully avoiding the soldiers and walking to the porridge shed, staring directly at the porridge with oil stars floating in the big pot.

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

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

"Thank you, sir." The man repeated the words, and immediately took a bite without caring about so much.

It's piping hot, but it can't hide the salty taste. You can also feel the silky texture of the fish when you taste it carefully.

Not to mention that this thing also had a faint fishy smell, which opened up his taste buds that had been dull for a long time. He felt that he had never eaten anything so delicious.

A wave of warmth rises in the stomach after a bowl, directly activating the body that has been thirsty for a long time.

"Hehehe~ One more bowl." The man finished the drink in two or three gulps and then took the second bowl with a respectful smile.

But this time, he didn't rush to finish it. Instead, he savored it in small bites, hoping that the fishy taste would stay in his mouth for a longer time.

But while eating, he suddenly started crying, holding the bowl and choking in a low voice, and his muddy tears fell into the bowl.

If it had been earlier, his son would not have been beaten to death for resisting those people who grabbed food, his daughter-in-law would not have been kidnapped, and his newly born grandson would not have starved to death... …

He was the first to answer the call, and the refugees were observing him to see if the promise was true.

Many people were moved when they saw him wolfing down a bowl of porridge with a satisfied look. Now that he was dying and almost starving to death, it didn't matter that he was a free citizen. Anyway, his life was similar to that of a serf.

When they saw him actually eating the second bowl, someone began to move closer, but they didn't understand why the man cried after eating.

Some people who had been in contact with him before began to talk about the old man's situation, which made those who heard it sad for a while.

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

A family came out to meet Lance's gaze. The man was in his prime, and the woman was also strong. It was in this way that the two of them could protect the two children beside them.

Lance looked around and saw that the two children were almost starving to the point of falling off their bones. There was no trace of flesh on their faces. It seemed that they had come up because they had no other choice.

Ordinary farmers would not want such a person. Both a woman and two children would be a burden. They would rather have a strong adult.

Anyway, serfs are just leeks, so just don’t cut them, they will grow on their own in the ground.

But Lance is different. He has a longer-term vision. In terms of the development of the territory, he likes people with families. Only in this way will they be willing to stabilize and have the motivation to work, which will facilitate his rule.

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

"Okay, come and register."

When the two adults heard this, smiles suddenly appeared on their faces. When their eyes glanced over, they were ready to be rejected, but unexpectedly they agreed.

The person just now was the one Lance deliberately skipped the registration step, just to push forward as quickly as possible.

But now we need to register the basic information, then sign the contract, and truly put it under his name.

"Take this and go get the porridge. The child will have a bowl first."

"No need... just give my share to the children. It won't be a waste of adults' food." When the father heard this, he thought that the child had caused Lance dissatisfaction, and he quickly stood up and took responsibility.

Of course, Lance understood what he meant, and for a moment he felt even more emotional. How oppressive is this world?

It's a bit too much to make him an exploiter~

"That's not what I meant. Children's bodies are not like those of adults. If they are hungry for so many days, they will not be able to bear it if they eat too much at once. So, eat one bowl first to let the body adapt. Tomorrow, everyone, regardless of size, will have two bowls, twice a day. "

The couple understood what Lance meant, knew they had misunderstood, and apologized immediately while urging their two children.

"Why don't you thank me, sir?"

The two children didn't understand what was going on. When the man looked at them, they instinctively held their parents' hands tightly and shouted weakly.

"Thank you, sir~"

"Okay, okay, come on in."

Lance withdrew his gaze and turned to look at the people gathered behind him.

His actions really touched the nerves of those watching. Why are many people unwilling to leave here if they have the hands and feet? I just don’t want to be separated from my family.

But now that the adult is willing to accept the child, and is not harsh on the child, and is even very tolerant, then they have nothing to worry about. The only thing they worry about is that they will go too slowly and lose their place.

When those people ate the hot porridge, they understood why the man cried.

Emotions are transmitted, and there were many wailing sounds in the camp.

This period of time has been so painful that they have forgotten what it means to be alive~

Lance was also a little helpless. On the day he first arrived, there were three to five thousand refugees, but in the past three days, some of the moveable ones had migrated. There were only one or two thousand people left here who could not move. The quality could be said to be very poor, so they had to be selected. There are only more than 500 that can be used, and the rest are all rotten fish and shrimps.

Of these five hundred, only two-thirds can be considered a labor force, and the remaining part are the elderly and children.

Fortunately, the male labor force at this time usually took on other jobs, so there were many craftsmen here, and he also found a blacksmith among them. This was 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.

Those people outside watched the people inside eating fish and meat porridge, but they didn't even get in, and they immediately felt that they were being treated differently. In addition, after gathering a large number of people, they seemed to have the confidence to dare to provoke and boo at the camp. .

"Why don't you want me?"

"That's right, do you look down on us?"

"Fuck it! Come on, brothers, give them some color."

"Don't push, why the hell aren't you on?"

"..."

Those guys shouted very loudly, but no one dared to come up. They were not idiots for escaping here. Those stern-faced guards were not easy to mess with at first glance. They took advantage of the situation and shouted twice to put some pressure on them. If they really wanted to go up, they would be sure I dare not.

Lance also saw through their ridiculous tricks, but he did not waste this great opportunity to establish his power. He needed to show it in front of these people.

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

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

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