The Little Cook's Wealthy Counterattack

The two lakes are suffering from floods, lack of food and money. In places where the disaster is not so serious, the victims are flocking to the big city with their families, and there is even more overcrowding outside Kyoto.

After all, it is the capital of a country. The victims must not go to the city to shake people's hearts, but even outside, they are better off than being affected in their hometown.

In the open space on the outskirts of the city, a lot of tents, simple huts and shacks are built in a mess. Young adults nest at the root of the city wall every morning, waiting for the kind-hearted master to get them to do some hard work to make a living.

The elderly, women and children try to stay in the shack and stay quiet. If any adult comes out to give porridge, they will take the old and young to get it. They only drink a little, and the rest will be reserved for the pillars of the family.

Starvation is inevitable. At this time, lively children will find a cool place for a whole day.

I was so hungry that I went to the surrounding woods to dig out bird nests, catch voles and frogs. If I could catch a pheasant, it would be an enviable blessing.

At the beginning of the disaster, the families of those who came to escape from the disaster still have some family background. Although the food is expensive now, they will not be hungry. Therefore, most of the rich families who came out to give porridge have the meaning of making a play to gain fame, and will not waste rice grain on the victims for a long time.

The adults in Kyoto tacitly understand that today your family will apply dozens of kilograms, and tomorrow my family will apply dozens of kilograms, which can make the victims have a thought. Just wait for the disaster in peace.

This was the default "rule", but someone suddenly broke the rule.

"The merciful God will not ignore his believers. Lost lambs, may you be redeemed."

The priests who were teaching in the Shihui hall suddenly appeared in the suburban refugee area one by one with big pots.

The pot is big and scary. It's enough for half a boy to jump in and take a bath.

The thick rice porridge is mixed with golden corn residue. It has a sweet taste without sugar.

When a spoon is scooped down, all the sticky ones are hung with spoons, and the inferior pottery bowl is in hand. It feels heavy, which makes all the refugees a little confused.

It's not porridge. It's so thick! A bowl of water is enough for their old snacks!

"What are these rough color eyes? Eat their food, will it be all right?"

The refugees who knew nothing about the divine religion hesitated around the porridge point and fought with each other.

To tell you the truth, if the porridge giver was a big dry man, they would have kowtowed and thanked them with gratitude, but the Semu people came to give them porridge... Why is it so strange?

The bishop was also very melancholy. He had been yelling here with the children for a long time. Except that the ignorant children were really hungry and carefully came to carry a bowl and ran away, other adults, even if they were hungry and yellow, just looked at the porridge pot and swallowed their saliva, but did not take further action.

If he hadn't seen them fighting for porridge two days ago, he really thought they weren't hungry!

When the situation was in a stalemate, a large group of students in sky blue Confucian robes came with a carriage. After saying hello to the priests, they mingled with the porridge team, took the iron spoon in the hands of the priests and began to seriously scoop porridge into the empty bowl.

The refugees were once again dumbfounded. Why did these students from unknown college mix with Semu people?

"Why are you hesitating? These are talented people from the Shihui hall. They all have great skills! Those Semu people of the God's sect are now teachers in the Shihui hall. They are subordinates of Chang ruigui's daughter. They are all their own people. Eat quickly. It's all right!"

A farmer glanced contemptuously at the refugees, like a hick who had never seen the market.

While encouraging them to get porridge, they looked into the pot with their feet in envy. They couldn't stop rolling in their throat, as if they were looking at some delicacies.

"See that yellow thing inside? I heard it's called corn, corn! If you can catch the word jade, you can be bad?"

"It's also your daughter who has money and is willing to take out such good things to feed you. I don't know. Corn is only good things in Shihui hall, the farm of Jiangfu and Huangtian. It's hard to see even the adults in the court. It's really cheap for you."

After listening for a long time in a daze, the refugees finally figured out that it was not the color people they despised, but the noble daughter of Daqian and the talented students of Shihui hall.

Your daughter is the big shopkeeper of Wanbao Pavilion. The sea with more money has gone, so not only the porridge is thick, but also there are good things in it. It is said that eating is good for the body and bones. Even the emperor is rare!

At this moment, there was no quarrel, and the refugees rushed up. Just as they wanted to compete for those bowls, they were stopped by the students in Confucian robes.

For learned people, refugees instinctively awed, obediently stopped, carefully looked at the well-dressed and extraordinary students in front of them, and couldn't help lowering their posture.

"Folks, we gather wisdom hall and God church to give porridge together. We don't want everyone to be grateful. We are all Han people and Daqian people. It's right to help each other."

Yuwen listened to Tao's gentle voice. The atmosphere between his eyebrows and eyes and the bearing that makes people feel like a spring breeze make people couldn't help paying attention to him.

"But once so many people rush up like just now, they look ugly. If they squeeze the children and push them to the old man, they will lose the bearing of my great country, won't they?"

Seeing the shame on the refugees' faces, Yuwen listened to Tao with a smile and continued: "so please line up and let the children and the elderly come forward, followed by women. Young and middle-aged people are the backbone of the family, so be patient and wait at the end."

"You can rest assured that one bowl of porridge for each person is absolutely enough. If you feel uncomfortable after eating porridge, you can also see the priests of Tianshen sect. Tianshen sect is a sect preached by your majesty, which is no different from Buddhism and Taoism. You can rest assured."

Under the coordination of the students, they were worried that they could not lose face in front of the color eyes. The chaotic refugees obediently lined up. Several naughty hooligans in Europe wanted to jump in the queue. They were also carried out by the ghost slaves who were secretly guarded. They were baptized by everyone's despised eyes and dared not commit chaos any more.

In the next few days, because of the daily porridge, the priests of Tianshen cult, who were used to and accepted by the refugees, poured out a lot of money and hired young refugees to enter the mountain and cut wood.

Using the most economical and recyclable row house structure jointly designed by the students of computational physics class, they began to build row by row wooden houses in the open space where the refugees lived.

This kind of house can only live temporarily, and the foundation is shallow, but a long row of people look clean and tidy, and they are not afraid of suffering in the wind and rain.

When it was launched, it was highly praised by the refugees and made a big face for the Shihui Museum.

The most valuable thing is that these boards are spliced with sol instead of nails. They are usually strong and will not leak when they are drenched by rain.

To disassemble, the kettle can be disassembled as soon as the hot water rolls.

When the disaster is over, the boards will be removed, summarized and collected, which will not occupy much space. They can be used at any time in the future. It can be said that they are good in quality and cheap.

However, in just a few days, the dirty open space was replaced by rows of wooden houses. The environment was clean and tidy, and people's energy and spirit naturally went up.

Countless dark eyes watched the Shihui hall toss out this miraculous effect. Even the emperor praised the Shihui hall and the God of heaven church many times in the court, boasting that the Shihui hall and the God of heaven are models for disaster relief. He was sour and jealous, but he didn't dare to send someone to make trouble.

Just as everyone was ready, when they didn't see it and skipped it, some less beautiful rumors began to appear in the market unconsciously