Shenjing Lane hasn't been so lively for a long time. The crowds filled the narrow alleys. Those former scholars and local gentry stood there. Everyone was holding a pottery bowl in their hands and staring at the two big pots at the entrance of the alley.

The big pot was bubbling, and the steam was rising. The pot was filled with yellow millet porridge, which was so sticky that it looked like it made people feel appetizing.

"It's porridge, this is the real millet porridge!" Zhang Lao Zhang, whose face was so earthy that he drank, had tears in his eyes, his lips trembled, and he kept muttering.

How long has it been since he had eaten millet porridge? Not only him, but the people in Shenjing Lane were hungry for a long time. Since the Red Eyebrow Army entered the city, the richest area of ​​the county has become a severely affected area. The riots and soldiers are staring at this piece of fat. Everyone wants to plunder them. These wealthy and wealthy families immediately changed from wealthy to poverty. The most common food, Mizu porridge, has become a luxury that only appears in dreams.

The firewood under the large pot was burning very vigorously, and several cow officials kept stirring it in the pot with a long-handled wooden spoon to prevent the porridge from sticking to the pan.

The pot at that time was called "Kuan", with a large round belly, made of copper and iron, and the more primitive one was also a pottery pot. Xiang Yu "breaks the pot and goes to the boat", which was to smash the pot for eating to show that he had gone, but he had to fight to the end.

The development of cookware was closely linked to the progress of our cooking technology in Greater China. Frying was not popular during the Han Dynasty, and oil and cooking utensils at that time did not support this cooking technology. When the iron smelting industry and the cooking industry were both developed, a wok with thin walls and shallow belly and evenly heated quickly was developed. The Chinese pot was basically established in the Sui and Tang Dynasties, and our cooking technology in Greater China was basically mature.

At this time, the people of Shenjing Lane were eagerly watching the porridge that had been cooked. They were unable to eat enough for many days and were eager to drink porridge. Everyone was inevitably a little crowded. Liu Banzi's best friend Zhai Xing took a wooden spoon and hit the edge of the pot, shouting: "Don't be anxious, everyone has food. Can you line up? Those who line up have food, and those who are disorderly can't eat."

This child has no culture, but he has a heart that loves culture and often likes to be arrogant. Even in a cultural desert like the Red Eyebrow Army, he often says "this is the case" and "ahhhhh". At this time, in front of the most cultural gentry in the county, the most culturally gentry in the deep alley, he became more and more literary.

But this is the case in the world, people want whatever they lack. You are illiterate and talk about culture to cultural people, but cultural people talk about material things to you.

These cultural people who are full of poetry and books but are hungry can't wait. Some have been out of food for a few days. How can they not be anxious? One person shouted: "Just talk about anything? If you don't serve porridge, break your legs!"

Another shouted, "I will just take it upon myself!"

Everyone hugged forward and rushed forward to serve porridge to eat, but the alley entrance was narrow and everyone crowded, and everyone was piled up together, which was very chaotic.

Zhai Xing was a stubborn person. Seeing these people anxious, he refused to serve porridge for everyone and shouted, "You are all disciples of saints, you are familiar with poetry and books. Don't you hear that 'A gentleman does not fight'? You can eat in line!"

His slowly and tedious look made the people who were hungry and furious. Several young men rolled up their sleeves and squeezed forward. They were no longer trying to grab food, but wanted to come and beat him up. Anyway, the porridge had been cooked, so it was not too late to beat someone first and then eat.

Suddenly, someone shouted, "What do you mean by me?"

This sound was not high, but it was very effective. The crowded people avoided both sides, and some people shouted: "It's Zheng Shen, Master Zheng is here!"

A middle-aged man, nearly fifty years old, got into the crowd, came to everyone, and said, "Your Majesty is kind and pity for the people without food. He sent people to help the hungry people. Are you not grateful and want to beat the angels instead?"

Zhai Xing was a little scared, but after hearing this, he felt that someone had supported him. He immediately raised his courage and shouted: "Yes, I am an angel! Huh, I am an angel, so don't beat him!"

Zheng Shen pointed to Zhai Xing and said, "The little gentleman delivers food to us. If he beats him up now, will he get food again tomorrow?"

Zhai Xing wished he could take out his notebook and write it down. What the cultural people said was different. Translated into plain language is: If you beat him today, do you still want to have a meal tomorrow?

This sentence completely wiped out the anger of young people. The economic foundation determines the superstructure. Without food, there is no right to beat up human rights.

Zheng Shen struck while the iron was hot, "What the little gentleman said is not bad. You all read the books of sages. Do you still remember gentleness, kindness, filial piety, kindness, kindness, kindness, kindness, kindness, kindness, kindness, kindness, kindness, kindness, friendship, respect? I am the one who is the next to me, and please ask your neighbors to line up. Don't lose the dignity of the scholars in Zheng County, and don't be difficult for a little gentleman."

As soon as this came out, everyone responded: "The Master is right, line up, line up!"

"Don't squeeze, don't squeeze, what can I squeeze in? Don't embarrass Shenjing Lane!"

Slowly, the crowded crowds spread out, and the people spontaneously lined up, and the order that was almost out of control was re-established. Several cow officials were busy and served porridge for everyone one by one.

It seems that Zheng Shen has a good reputation here, and it must be said that the people in Shenjingxiang are indeed educated and of high quality. They are still thinking about abiding by the rules on the verge of starvation. They are not a little better than modern people who often go to line up after two thousand years.

After drinking the porridge, everyone seemed to have come back to life, with blood on their faces, and they all thanked Zhai Xing and others.

An old woman burst into tears and grabbed Zhai Xing's hand and refused to let go, as if the other party was his own relative.

"Little gentleman, I'm coming tomorrow. If you don't come, your mother-in-law will starve to death!" she shouted.

Mr. Zhang had already drunk three bowls in a row, and his beard was covered with porridge and soup. He said excitedly: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty is so kind. Yesterday I saw him look extraordinary. Judging from his words and deeds, he will definitely become a great man in the future. If he gets a virtuous woman as his inner support, his plan will be successful and he will achieve twice the result with half the effort. Little gentleman, you must tell Your Majesty that you must remember that all three girls in my family are virtuous and kind..."

"I understand, I understand!" Zhai Xing packed up his things and fled in panic.

The teenagers were all excited and inexplicably. They had never had such an experience. They helped others, were grateful and regarded as saviors. This feeling was very comfortable, as if they were indispensable and became the reliance of others. Everyone felt that they had become important.

Before they knew it, these simple teenagers had taken disaster relief as a responsibility. They were thinking about what to do tomorrow and how to make more people have enough food.

While eating in the emperor's palace, the young men were still talking nonsense.

Only the captain Liu Xiaqing of the Niu and Horse School was full of thoughts and could not even eat. He only looked at the half-baby and snatched all the rice buckets in a while, and his heart was dripping blood.

Especially Wang Meng, who had the most appetite, whenever he served a bowl of rice, Liu Xiaqing couldn't help but tremble.

Wang Meng did not eat, but poured it. The bowl was delivered to his mouth, and he raised his neck and poured a bowl of rice in. He moved his mouth twice and swallowed. His movements were flowing and he finished in one go. In a blink of an eye, eight bowls of dry rice had been killed.

"Your Majesty, can you eat a full meal every day after you follow you?" He served the ninth bowl of rice and suddenly said to Liu Xiaqing strangely: "Person Liu, are you cold?"

Liu Xiaqing resisted the trembling, glared at him fiercely, and then closed his eyes tightly. I can't stand you eating, I... I don't see you!

Liu Penzi said: "Don't worry, I will never let my brothers starve, nor will the people of Zheng County starve. I will send more food tomorrow. Today I know that there are fewer people to provide disaster relief, and tomorrow there will definitely be more people..."

"Your Majesty!" Liu Xiaqing shouted and knelt down, scaring the emperor, "What's wrong?"

"Your Majesty, I used three stones of corn to cook porridge today. There were only more than ten stones of grain in the palace. Where can I get food when my Majesty provides disaster relief?" Liu Xiaqing was so heartbroken. "There is only so much food in the palace every day. Your Majesty has dozens of guards, one of which can be eaten more than the other. Especially Wang Meng, it is a bucket of food! Where can I get extra food to help others? Your Majesty, I can't provide disaster relief, and I can't provide disaster relief anymore!"

Liu Penzi said: "I am the Emperor of Han. All the people are my people. The people will starve to death. How can I, a king and father, watch it? Liu Xiaqing, what will you do if your son has no food to eat?"

"I have no son."

"I'm making an example, for example... Liu Biao, if Liu Biao is about to starve to death, can you, the uncle, continue to watch?"

"That bastard, it's better to starve him to death!" Liu Xiaqing said viciously.

"You inhuman guy, you are so conscientious! You don't even care about your nephew. I must not be as good as beasts as you. Relief must be relief for disasters, and you must continue to endure this kind of porridge!"

Liu Xiaqing hugged the emperor's thigh and howled, "Your Majesty, you can't do it! You can't stand it anymore!"

The little emperor pulled out his legs in disgust, "You can't do it, I can do it!"

However, judging by Liu Xiaqing's performance, Liu Penzi was quite satisfied. She could not stand the disaster relief for only one day? It would be better if she couldn't stand it. I'm going to do these things that you can't stand!

"I have requisitioned the grain in the palace first, and used it for disaster relief! Go and ask the Prime Minister for food, and say that the palace has no food, and I will starve to death!"

"Your Majesty is so... it's so spoiled!"
Chapter completed!