Qian Youxi said: "It came just right. Today's food is indeed not enough. Your Majesty is still thoughtful."

"That's right, Your Majesty had expected that there would be shortage of food. Come and unload the food!"

"Is it worth it? Is 180 stones a day not enough?" Liu Xiaqing felt so heartbroken. These bags are full of food! Why are they so spending money?

"Your Majesty said, this porridge is not allowed to be stopped if anyone wants to drink it! Everyone can open their stomachs and eat and drink hard!" Zhai Xing said loudly.

These words caused a burst of cheers, and everyone cheered: "Long live your Majesty!"

Liu Xiao still shook his head and sighed, "My dear brother, a young man is full of energy and seeks fame and reputation. He is overestimating his ability, and the disaster will not be far away."

Zhai Xing took a wooden scoop, scooped a scoop from the bag, and poured it into the pot with a scoop.

"Is it millet yellow? Good grain, good grain!" Everyone's eyes were shiny by the golden color, and they all yelled: "Some more, more, let's have a full meal." Hungry people don't care whether they are raw or cooked. As long as it is grain, it's always good to put more food.

Zhai Xing scooped up another scoop and smiled trepidly, "Then, add another scoop?"

"Add! Add!"

The shouts of everyone were tsunami.

Zhai Xing smiled and added three scoops to the pot in a row, constantly saying, "Don't worry, don't worry. This porridge must be stirred well, stirred well, add a handful of firewood, and cooked for a while. When serving the porridge, you must pick it up slowly. Get some dry goods for everyone, and don't let it sink to the bottom."

"Yes, come on, don't sank the bottom!"

"The porridge I have been so thinner than my urine these days, so I finally got some real stuff!"

"Yes, I'm having a lot of food now!"

Amid the cheers of the crowd, more than a dozen large pots were added. Zhai Xing bowed to the surroundings and said, "Everyone is slow, I'll say goodbye." He took the people away.

The firewood was burning very vigorously, the flames licked the bottom of the pot, and everyone's faces were red with excitement. The hungry people were looking forward to having a full meal, while the free meals were thinking about taking advantage of it.

But when they received the porridge, shouts and curses rang everywhere: "What's the matter with this TMD? It's all my teeth!"

"I'll fuck his grandma, what's the millet? This is sand, sand!

"I actually put sand into the porridge. Is this what people do?"

There was a lot of shouting around. The former Xi'an Marquis Liu Xiao shook his head repeatedly and smiled apologetically at Liu Xiaqing, "Brother Liu, I laugh at you when I see you. My brother is too arrogant and uses sand to provide disaster relief. This matter has never happened before."

Liu Xiao said that he was sorry, but he was already happy. Liu Pengzi had no knowledge and used this kind of move to play house in order to save food.

Originally, he had spent all his money to provide disaster relief, and even if he could not support the autumn harvest, he would win the hearts of the people. The hungry people would definitely be willing to follow him, and tens of thousands of people could become the power of the little emperor. It doesn’t matter if there is no food, just grab it everywhere. This is how hundreds of thousands of Red Eyebrow Army came. With the power of tens of thousands of people, he had the right to speak in the team and was expected to get rid of the status of the puppet emperor.

But Liu Penzi made a fool of himself and used sand to provide disaster relief. Can sand be eaten? Of course not. The only use is to ruin the porridge that has been cooked. Under the banner of disaster relief, he did not even let the bowl of porridge be eaten. The hungry people would hate him to death. If this continues, the little emperor will lose all the people and lose money and food in vain.

The more Liu Xiao thought about it, the happier he was. He wanted to laugh but felt it was not suitable, so he had to endure it. Liu Xiaqing laughed happily from the side. He had been worried about it, and watching others drink porridge like his blood. Now he has used sand, okay! This way, save food and let them all eat sand!

"Old Liu, Old Liu!" Han Ju walked over with anger, and even General Liu forgot to shout, "What the hell is your little emperor? Go and ask him why do you put sand into our porridge?"

Liu Xiaqing said seriously: "This is your porridge? Lao Han, this is the porridge given to His Majesty. He will add whatever he likes. If you don't like it, you can ignore it, but Your Majesty didn't force you to eat it!"

The giant Han could not refute, so he shook his arm hard, turned around and left, "I can't drink this porridge, I'll go back to the camp for dinner!"

The middle-aged man under the tree next to him was holding the remaining half of the pickled cabbage in his hand and said, "Can you drink sand porridge? My teeth are not good. If you jump one, it will be more than worth it. Forget it, forget it, forget it, go home, come again tomorrow."

It seemed to be to cut off his thoughts, and the money over there shouted loudly, "Don't be anxious, don't be anxious, there are sand porridge every day! I think it's too little, add more tomorrow! You, do you still want it? Don't lean aside and make room for others... That, you! Why did you pour the porridge on the ground? If you don't drink it, what do you get? If you don't drink it, you have to drink it! Hold him down! Let him eat the porridge on the ground, everyone is ready, and this is the end of the food that is slaughtered!"

At this moment, the people who had to take the porridge first were hesitant. For a bowl of porridge, they lined up for a long time, but they might not be able to eat it after receiving it. They could not eat it or throw it away. They had to drink it, so what else could they get? Why not go home and fire and cook it yourself.

Many people turned around and left with helplessness or resentment. Although the hungry people who had no grains of rice were also dissatisfied with the sand porridge, they had nowhere to find food and had to stay and wait.

After a while of chaos, the porridge distribution point slowly calmed down, and the hungry people lined up again, but the team was much shorter than before.

The residents who came to eat for free and soldiers from all battalions had left, and the rest were real hungry people. At first glance, they were all dressed in rags, pale and thin.

When Liu Xiaqing saw that everyone had left halfway, she felt better.

"Haha, you guys who eat free food, go, go! Save food after you leave. Oh, Your Majesty is so smart! Why did he come up with such a good way? Yes, who is willing to eat sand with so much effort? But those who have food are different if they don't eat this porridge. If he doesn't eat this porridge, he will starve to death! Even if he gives him half a bowl of sand, he has to pick it out one by one and drink the remaining half bowl of porridge. Didn't he divide the hungry people out in a short time? Good idea, it's so wonderful... Marquis, Marquis, you said just now that you can't tell the hungry people. Look, Your Majesty has a way. This true dragon emperor is really different. Your Majesty is wise! Marquis, what do you think?"

Liu Xiao's face turned red and white, and the momentum of calling for killing and raiding the house was gone, and he only shook the chicken feather fan hard. The strength made the fan a little unbearable. Almost all the chicken feathers on it flew out, leaving only one shaking on it.

The former Xi'an Hou sneered, "Liu Penzi is a little clever, how can he accomplish? He used porridge like this to destroy all the achievements of disaster relief for many days! The untouchables are all unrighteous people, and eating them with sand porridge will be hated by them. Humph! Liu Penzi gave out food and was scolded again, and in the end he would be beaten up."

"Hey, who are you scolding? What kind of unruly people? What kind of tragic beatings? Who do you say is ruthless? Who are you? Are you nobler than others?" A young man next to him looked at Liu Xiao with an angry look on his face.

Liu Xiao stretched out his feather fan and pointed at the young man, and the last chicken feather kept trembling on it, "Uncle! Such untouchables are ungrateful and ruthless, just feeding unfamiliar ungrateful wolves!"

The young man put the bowl on the ground, stepped forward, grabbed Liu Xiao's feather fan, folded it in half with both hands, threw it on the ground, and said, "Get a feather duster to pretend to be a magic trick! Are you looking for a fight?"

He was taller than Liu Xiao. Although he couldn't eat enough every day and was skinny, he was still in a state of angrily and was quite powerful. Liu Xiao instinctively shrank back and shouted, "Guardian, where is the guard?"

His only guard, Zhang Wu, was standing against the tree, but when he heard his summoning, his body suddenly became soft and slipped down the trunk, piled under the tree like mud, and shouted: "Marty, I, I'm hungry, I'm bored."

The young man grabbed Liu Xiao's collar and pointed at the bridge of his nose and cursed: "Your Majesty is kind to give us food, why did you hate you? Could it be that you are eating your food?"

Liu Xiao was so scared that he reluctantly argued: "It's all sand, how can I eat it?"

Housheng slapped him to the ground and shouted, "What's wrong with some sand? I don't mind! I just picked it out, isn't it still porridge? It can be eaten if it's porridge and can survive!"

An old man next to him said, "I'm not afraid of sand, but I'm afraid of no porridge. There was no sand a few days ago. I queued up early in the morning and I might not be able to get a bowl of food a day. Those who had food came to make fun of it. I couldn't squeeze them, and the porridge was taken away. Now that there is sand, they dislike it. It's better to eat two more bowls. I asked me to say that it would be better to put some sand, just pick it up and take some care and don't hurt your teeth. It's better than having no food or being hungry."

"That's right, although Your Majesty is not old, he is a veteran. It's hard for him to think carefully. Let everyone have porridge to drink. Your Majesty... is wise!"

A man in rags cried and said, "The Red Eyebrow Army is all thieves! If you don't treat us as human beings, my home has been robbed! Your Majesty is a good person. Not only will he not rob us, he also gives us food. Where can I find such a good emperor? You, you are still here to sow discord and slander Your Majesty. Are you still an individual?"

"I have seen this person. He comes to drink porridge every day. He eats His Majesty's food and scolds His Majesty. He is the most heartbroken!"

The crowd was infuriated and was about to take action. Liu Xiao was so scared that he hugged his head with both hands and curled up on the ground.

Liu Xiaqing was determined to fight, but he didn't dare to go forward, so he just slipped aside and said, "Stop fighting, you have to fight... You have to fight lighter, you have to fight lighter, this is the Marquis."

"Marty? That's a rich man. Is there food at home? Is it shameless to come here to grab our life-saving porridge without someone like you, Your Majesty would definitely make porridge for us well. How could he add sand to it?"

"It's all their fault for fighting for food!"

"Blow him, beat him!"

Everyone was angry when they drank sand porridge, but they couldn't blame the emperor. If they wanted to blame, they would blame those who came to get the porridge. At this time, they were just irritated on Liu Xiao. Several young men came up and punched and kicked, making the marquis cry and scream.

Qian You hurried over and shouted to everyone: "My adoptive father is here, you dare to make trouble? One of them is enough to deal with you hundreds of people. He is the general who was personally awarded by His Majesty... He has released a new pot of porridge, why don't you go and get it!"

Everyone dispersed in a coaxing moment and rushed forward. Liu Xiaqing didn't expect that his name was so loud that he could scare everyone away with just one click, and his face turned red with excitement.

Liu Xiao escaped, but he could not get a few kicks on his body. He climbed up in a dirt, and did not bother to respond to Liu Xiaqing's concerns, and lowered his head and walked out.

Zhang Wu, who had just become soft and mud, immediately got up and followed him hurriedly. Seeing that the clothes behind the Marquis were covered with dirt, he reached out and patted him gently while walking. It was originally a flattery, but he didn't know which piece of Liu Xiao's reverse scale was touched. The former Xi'an Hou turned around and gave him a big slap.

"Useless dog thing! Are there any rules? What to do with your hands and feet? Get out!"
Chapter completed!