When you are hungry, you can eat well. You know more about this principle. Not to mention the hungry refugees, even the servants look at the entrance.

After Chang Shen got Zhu Da's permission, he brought the farmhouse to the yard with the food delivery house. The food delivery team was quite popular. More than a dozen people carried wooden barrels and baskets, and a large cart full of supplies. Many people wondered, saying that this young master really didn't know that the firewood and rice were expensive. He was willing to use a large animal after a few steps. Wouldn't it be better to call people to move?

Everyone was really hungry. Zhu Da stood in the field and could clearly hear the sound of swallowing saliva and rumbling in his stomach, because more than one person made such a sound.

Whether it was a wooden barrel or a basket, they were placed on the ground, and the cloth was lifted. The basket in the front was piled with pottery bowls, wooden bowls and chopsticks.

"Come in line and take the lead, follow the queue you learned just now, and you will be punished in chaos!" a servant shouted.

Perhaps it was inertia, perhaps it was only two hours of queue training, or perhaps it was driven by hunger, the shouts of the servants did not control the order, and the refugees were still crowded over. In fact, the young police were also in a mess, but they could still handle it.

Zhu Da didn't expect to shout in advance to ensure order. The messy refugees were about ten steps away from the basket, but they were beaten by the servants' whip and wooden sticks, and then lined up obediently.

"Everyone has a bowl and chopstick, so you don't have to pay it back after taking it, but you have to wash every meal before you can get the meal. Otherwise, you will be punished!"

Everyone listened to the rules this time seriously. The punishment was whip and stick. This was the most memorable. The queue was not neat. The servants had to threaten them with whip and stick from time to time to maintain them. Zhu Da squinted his eyes and observed every refugee. The middle-aged man was the most abnormal. With his identity and prestige among refugees, he could stand at the front and lead the tragedy, but this man stood at the end, even behind the women and children.

With a thin figure, dark skin, thick hands and big feet, he looks like an ordinary farmer and his appearance is like a local native of Datong. However, whether it was the previous incitement of refugees to cause trouble, the next whip, or the current end, it was too strange. Zhu Da even noticed that this person's expression was very calm, while the poor farmers and refugees were more numb and indifferent. After careful observation, the middle-aged man may still be a little sad, but these complex emotions should not appear on such a person.

"What's that person's name?" Zhu Da asked directly at the man. Fu Yu was already standing behind him. Although the servants were muttering and contempt, they had to admit that anyone who was so smart could use it.

"The person who reported Sun Wu, the number five, thirty-three years old, was probably a pseudonym, but the young man didn't ask in detail." Fu Yu replied calmly.

It is not to show off the name of a pseudonym. If you study and think carefully in the yamen, you will be much more sensitive than the ordinary people and can see through many things.

Zhu Da nodded with a smile. Yuan Biao had also taught him these things. Generally speaking, if you add three, four, five to make up your names, most of them are pseudonyms, because this is what people can remember the fastest. In those years, Yuan Biao taught them a lot, and Zhu Da accepted them much more than Zhou Qingyun.

The young policemen also came forward to get the tableware. Their formation was not much more than the refugees. But seeing the servants staring at them, the policemen also pinched their noses and lined up.

After everyone received the tableware, the lid on the wooden barrel was lifted and it was steaming. The servants shouted and asked everyone to come forward to get the meal. The first person came forward and after, the servants lifted the cloth and picked up a piece of fist-sized mixed noodles with chopsticks, which was also steaming. Although the farmers could afford it, this was pure food, and the refugees were a little turbulent, and the police all curled their lips.

"Everyone has one, no matter men, women, young and old. Don't save yourself the money for your family and come and serve soup." The servant shouted. Such a big bun is really dry food, but everyone has no oil and water in their stomachs. This piece of dry food is not enough. But the refugees have no complaints, so it would be good if they can give it. Moreover, the elderly and children have small appetites and a piece of the same size. This is really kind.

The servant behind the barrel stirred it deep in the barrel with a large wooden ladle, then scooped a full bowl of the refugee in front, shouting with a full breath: "Next!"

There were several wooden barrels side by side, and they were quite imposing when shouting, but after the shouting, the refugees holding the bowl did not move. The people behind couldn't help but urged them, and the people behind wanted to see what happened. Someone looked around and the scene became chaotic. It was the servants and the soldiers who shouted together to maintain order.

"This...this is really for us..." the refugee at the front asked in a trembling voice.

"It's all put in your bowl, not yours. Don't shake it, it's a waste to smash it." The servant replied impatiently.

The refugee couldn't speak for a moment, so he focused his attention and walked back carefully with the bowl. The older man looked to be heading for the shanty town behind. Everyone could guess what he wanted to share the soup in the bowl with his family.

"Everyone in the family can drink it by yourself!" someone shouted behind him.

Every refugee was stunned for a moment when he received the soup, but the entire paddock became quieter, making the police behind him quite confused, but it was difficult to find out what.

After all the young and strong refugees who had been whipped received the soup, some family members received dry food and soup for their families. Soon they could hear the children cheering with surprise. Finally, it was the turn of the young police to get the meal.

For these servants, the money given was only two, and the statement was not enough, but the young people were curious. They were concerned about the bowl of soup. As long as they were not fools, they could notice that the refugees were shocked by the bowl of soup, but due to the rules, it was difficult to go up and see, and now they have a chance.

What made everyone strange was that Meng Tian, ​​who had been whipped by five whips, was not driven out, and he also came over to get the meal and receive the soup with a grin. Everyone felt sympathy, but they didn't dare to show it. They all let him be in front of him. Unexpectedly, Meng Tian also exclaimed after taking the full bowl of soup, and then went to squat to eat.

Behind Meng Tian is Fu Yu. Everyone looked down on this person. He just flattered Zhu Da's character and chatted for a few words. He had to stand in front of him. What everyone didn't expect was that Fu Yu actually walked to Meng Tian with the food without shame, not afraid of his brothers beating and scolding people.

When Fu Yu walked to Meng Tian, ​​Meng Tian was staring at the soup bowl, and while watching, he stirred the soup bowl with chopsticks.

"The oil and water in this soup are really good. It should be made with sheep bones and fat. It is a paste. Mixed noodles should be added. There are not too many shredded cabbage and shredded radish. If you take a sip, the salt will be enough." Meng Tian said in a nagging manner.

As he spoke, he bit the cake again. I wonder if it was caused by the scratch on his back. Meng Tian grinned, swallowed the dry food and said, "The real food has no sand in it, and there is not even bran."

Fu Yu also noticed the quality of the soup. The first thing he saw was thick oils floating on the soup noodles, and the thickness was so thick. After drinking it, it was really salty and he was really willing to lay the ingredients. Whether it was oil or salt, it had to be paid for it. Fu Yu's family was quite good. They only drank such soup. As for those two pieces of cake, it goes without saying that the families in the county who could eat fine grains every day were those masters and uncles. Most of the time, other families had to mix mixed grains, nothing more than the amount of mixed grains and fine grains. There were more mixed grains, but they used a lot of ingredients.

"Mr. Zhu is really willing to put down his capital..." Fu Yu couldn't help but sigh.

"You said you could give this to the people, but you are not a bad person. Am I causing trouble? I just had to listen to your advice at that time. Why did you go back to see my parents and do this errand for me? It was delayed by my cousin saying that he had kissed me." Meng Tian said with annoyance on the other side.

Speaking of this, Fu Yu said angrily: "You were so bloody that you couldn't even hold you, but..."

Meng Tian just shook his head there, shaking his head and ate dry food and drank soup. When Fu Yu stopped talking, he looked up and asked vaguely, "But what?"

At this time, Fu Yu had a subtle smile on his face, staring at him and said, "If I say too much, I will blame you, you will know then."

The conversation was being held here, and the police were also surprised that Zhu Da made such a book. Looking at Zhu Da's attitude towards refugees before, they all felt that the young and strong people recruited were not as good as cattle, horses and animals. You should know who had raised large animals and had to serve them well. The status of the refugees was far inferior. They could speculate that they would definitely live miserable in the future. No one would have thought that this meal would be so honest and could not be said to be rich, but it really made people eat well. The small civilian households inside and outside the city may not be able to eat these every day.

The yard is much more vivid now, because the refugee children kept laughing and screaming, and they had a rare delicious food. The police also talked in surprise. But after a while, they heard someone crying. The sharp ears could be heard that it was the woman in the shed crying. Slowly, the male on the yard also had red eyes and covered his face.

"Blessed by Buddha, we can survive again..." An old man's voice sounded.

"No, it was Mr. Zhu who asked you to survive and eat such a good thing." A young man retorted angrily.

I don’t know who took the lead first, but someone knelt down at Zhu Da. More and more people knelt down. It was not until they were having dinner that they determined one thing, that is, Zhu Da really wanted to take them in.
Chapter completed!