"Hey, Old Liu, brother! Oh, Captain Liu... General Liu! Why are you here to drink porridge?" A man held a bowl and greeted him loudly. As the title changed, the smile on his face became stronger and stronger. When he walked to Liu Xiaqing, he was already smiling so hard that he leaned back and forth.

Liu Xiaqing recognized this person, who was an old soldier in the Taishan Camp. Now everyone calls him Han Giant. The two of them used to be cow and horse officials together.

"Brother Han, why are you here? Are you out of food in your Taishan Camp?"

Han Giant laughed and said, "Where are you eating too much in the camp? But don't you have to work hard for yourself? It's so easy. Someone cooks for us and gets it directly. Many brothers have been eating here these days. It's a bit thin and the taste is pretty good... The team is a bit long, but do we still have to queue up for a meal?"

He held the ring-headed sword in his hand and stood viciously to the side of the team. All the people in the team hid back and gave out the position in front.

A young man passed by and pretended not to see him. He probably knew that he could not afford to offend these old men.

"Where are you going to pass the time, so you have to come here. If you eat the food, what will the hungry people eat?" Liu Xiaqing got angry for no reason.

But Han Giant didn't dare to offend this big celebrity, and still smiled, "Old Liu, this grain was still out of our camp. Why can't brothers eat a bite? Besides, there are only a few bowls of porridge, how much food can be consumed? Your Majesty isn't that stingy, right?"

General Niu Ma walked away angrily. Seeing someone waved to him under the tree, he hurriedly walked over and said with a smile: "Marty, there are mixed people in this place, all beggars who can't eat. Why did you come here with such a precious identity?"

The former Xi'an Hou Liu Xiao stood leisurely under the tree, shaking a fan in his hand. There were a few chicken feathers on the fan, like a duster with hair lost, but it made him swing the feeling of Zhuge Liang.

Liu Xiao had a gentle spring breeze on his face, and he laughed at Liu Xiaqing, "Where, where, although this marquis is a relative of the Han Dynasty, he is like the people, and they are all great men and nobles. The people are noble, and the king is the most precious. What is the most valuable thing about this marquis? On the contrary, General Niu and Horse are the important ministers around Your Majesty, and they are extremely valuable!"

"Mr. Marquis, don't be humble. Although I, Old Liu, is the only general I personally named, can't compare to you. You are a royal relative and the elder brother of Your Majesty's current descendant." General Niu and Ma were somewhat unconfident in front of this marquis of the previous dynasty.

Liu Xiaodao: "Oh, my elder brother, I, was unable to teach him well before, so he did something stupid. Oh, my younger brother is still too young. He wants to be Renjun, but is Renjun so easy to do? Just say that this disaster relief porridge is a great thing, but you can do it..."

"What? Is it good to let everyone have food to eat?" Although Liu Xiaqing didn't agree with the porridge, he still maintained the little emperor.

"Haha, okay, okay? General Liu, look at the people by the walls and look at their appearance, like hungry people?"

There were several people sitting in the shade beside the wall, forming a circle to drink porridge. A middle-aged man held a black pickle lump in his hand, took a bite, smacked his mouth, and drank a bowl of it, and said to the people around him: "This porridge is tasteless, but with this pickle lump, I can drink several large bowls with delicious taste! However, the team is too long. After I received a bowl, I had to queue up immediately and drink this bowl of porridge in the queue. In this way, it is possible to get another porridge. This second bowl can be enjoyed with this pickle lump. Okay, I will finish the two bowls of the first half, and come again in the afternoon!"

A person next to him said, "You old guy, your rice jar is full of rice jars, why are you here to do it? Are you greedy for cheap things to drink this porridge that costs money?"

The middle-aged man's face changed so much that his face changed, and he kept saying, "No, nonsense! Where can I have food in my family? My family's grain has been dedicated to the Han army, but what is hidden in the cellar in your backyard? What's the food in your family? You have food at home, and what line is there with your family here?"

The man hurriedly remissed and said, "Just, kidding! We are all poor people, and there is no grain left in the family, so what can we eat? Thanks to His Majesty's porridge, we saved our lives."

The middle-aged man's face also slowed down, he bit his pickle hard, and said, "Same, same, all the same! They are all poor and have no food! Thank you, long live your Majesty!"

Liu Xiaqing looked at the hungry people again. Seeing that some people had a pale face and thin skin, they looked like they were not full of food. Many people were also refreshed and chatted and laughed. They didn't seem to be here to receive relief, but they were like villagers gathering together for dinner.

"They are all here to pick the cheap ones?" Liu Xiaqing couldn't help but become a little angry again.

Liu Xiao sighed, "Your Majesty wants to help the hungry people, but how many hungry people are there? People's hearts are not old. How many people come here to eat free food? Even soldiers from various battalions come to join in the fun. I'm afraid that there are less than half of the real hungry people. General, how much food will be used?"

"Yes, the Marquis said very well, these turtle lambs... You said that the grain that Your Majesty finally collected was not good, so it would be better to raise soldiers well?" Liu Xiaqing frowned.

As the two were talking, Liu Xiao's follower Zhang Wu ran over panting, holding a big sea bowl in both hands, and the bowl was steaming.

"Mr. Marquis, Marquis! Hurry, today's porridge is quite sticky. You drink it while it's hot. I'll try if I can get another bowl!"

Zhang Wu rushed over, noticing that the two people in front of him were chatting, and Liu Xiao's face turned dark in an instant.

The former Xi'an Hou seemed to have learned Sichuan opera to change his face. He just changed his face, but in a blink of an eye he changed his smile. His face changed so quickly that Liu Xiaqing thought he was confused. The black face had never appeared just now.

He naturally took the big bowl and smiled: "Instead of being at home and worrying for my younger brother every day, it is better to go deep into the people and truly experience the sufferings of the people. If you don't drink a bowl of porridge at this disaster relief site and talk to the victims, how can you know this kind of chaos? Alas, my younger brother, he doesn't understand this principle. He just talks about war on paper at home every day. How can you know that his porridge has been drunk by those black-hearted people?"

Liu Xiaqing nodded repeatedly and said, "It's okay to experience the sufferings of the people." In the past, when I was farming in my hometown, every spring, the county magistrate would personally go to the fields to help plow the land, although he just gestured for a while.

Zhang Wubaba looked at Liu Xiao and took a sip of the porridge in small sips, and asked flatteringly: "Mr. Marquis, is the porridge delicious?"

Liu Xiao ignored him.

Zhang Wu picked up another big bowl on the ground and hurriedly wanted to leave, but Liu Xiao stopped sternly: "Stop, no more! This marquis drinks porridge to share the joys and sorrows with the people. Do you want to eat your food at home? You have to come here to compete for food!"

Zhang Wu did not dare to disobey, stopped, lowered his head and muttered, "Didn't you say you don't drink it for nothing? The fire at home is not on, so what should I eat if I don't get the porridge? I'm still hungry! In order to get you porridge these days, I've got up early every day to queue up, and I can only drink one bowl of it..."

"Shut up!" Liu Xiao's face turned dark again, then turned to Liu Xiaqing and forced a smile: "These servants only know how to talk nonsense and do things without knowing the general. General Niu and Horse laughed."

He put the bowl into Zhang Wu's hand, waved the chicken feather fan and said, "It seems that if you don't distinguish the hungry people and provide them with one another, those who are full will come to compete for food. The hungry people will not gain profits, and the disaster relief will be useless, and the food will be used up, and the people will only be resentful. When the food is exhausted, Your Majesty has no money or food, the Yulin Army will be disbanded. They spent a lot of money to send their nephews to the Yulin Army's generals, lieutenants, and leaders of all battalions. Wouldn't it be a waste of water? At that time, Your Majesty will

It was considered to offend the entire military camp. Those people did not have a fuel-efficient lamp, and could endure this loss and swallow this cowardly? Will they take this little emperor seriously? My brother, can he sit in a stable position? Whenever I think about this, I, a brother, couldn't help but worry for him, and I had secretly planned for him, but after thinking about it, I couldn't. Who made him so ignorant of the depth and insist on supporting the people of the world?"

Liu Xiaqing's heart skipped a beat. The Marquis was right. If this continues, I'm afraid this emperor can't be the emperor anymore. Can he still be so popular as a general who has become popular with the little emperor? What should I do with the future of the Liu family and the future of Liu Biao?

At this time, he deeply realized that their Liu family had become grasshoppers on the same rope as the little emperor. His Majesty could not jump, and he could not jump for a few days.

"Marty, you are a knowledgeable person. Tell me, what should I do about this? How can I distinguish the hungry people from so many people?"

Liu Xiao's eyes suddenly widened and shouted: "Distinguishing the hungry people and punishing the white foodies is just one word: beat them! Those who dare to steal food will serve them with sticks! They beat these troublemakers until they dare not come over again."

Liu Xiaqing was startled by his sudden outrage. Before he could react, Qian You, who had just come over, responded: "I can't beat him. There are too many such people, 10,000? 20,000? I have only a few hundred people in total. How can I control him? Eight porridge dishes were driven away from here and emerged from there."

Liu Xiao sneered again: "If there are too many people and the law does not blame the public, then there is only one killing one to warn a hundred. Then the marquis will change another word: Kill! Two words attached: scout the house! Catch a few unlucky people, behead them, and confiscate the family's wealth, and use it as a disaster relief. Let's see who dares to come again!"

Qian You said: "You are so relaxed. How big is it to behead your head and search your house? The villagers in the village are just greedy for some small gains, so they committed some heinous crimes? If they really behead them and search their house, the saliva of the villagers will flood my money."

Liu Xiao shook his fan and said, "That's the case, then it's impossible. Without thunder means, it's impossible to identify the hungry people."
Chapter completed!