Daning Dynasty god-level sign-in system

After working for half an hour, a big porridge shed was built.

A large iron pot rests on three wooden shelves.

Xiao Yan: "It's time to start a fire and cook porridge!"

Zhang Xiaoyi lit for a long time, but there was no wood, and he was so smoked that he burst into tears.

Xiao Yan simply made a bottle of alcohol, sprinkled it on the wood, and the blue flames jumped quickly.

The wood was ignited, and the cold water in the pot gradually heated up.

In the time of a cup of tea, the aroma of rice porridge in the pot wafts out.

Gradually, bold refugees gathered around.

Qin Ruyu: "The porridge is ready, bring your bowls, don't be afraid! This is Uncle Zhongyong Xiao Yan, he didn't want everyone to starve and suffer cold, so he brought us here to cook some porridge for everyone."

Xiao Yan did not expect Qin Ruyu to be so talkative, "Ruyu, this is not due to me alone, everyone has contributed!"

"Great good man! Finally, we annoying people have a way to survive."

"Lord Uncle Zhongyong, we kowtow to you!"

"Thank you, Uncle Zhongyong!"

Most of them are low-level people, and they don't know much about it, and they don't know what kind of existence Uncle Zhongyong is.All they know is grown-ups.

Seventeen or eighteen refugees were sparsely kneeling.

Xiao Yan hurriedly said: "Everyone, get up quickly, drink some hot porridge to warm your body!"

Under the support of Zhang Xiaoyi, the refugees lined up in an orderly manner, waiting for the hot porridge in the pot.

"Thank you, Uncle Zhongyong! Thank you, the fairy Avalokitesvara!"

"This porridge is thicker than our own!"

Seeing the late thick porridge, the refugees burst into tears with gratitude.

"When I was in Suzhou Mansion, there were also kind people giving porridge, but it was much thinner than this porridge."

"Uncle Zhongyong is really a great benevolent man! When I return to the village in the future, I will make an offering to his old man's Shangsheng Shrine."

Obviously Xiao Yan is very young, but now the word "old man" has come out.

Xiao Yan couldn't laugh or cry when he heard it!
"Xiao Yi, take a few people to gather all the refugees who don't know, and say that there is porridge to eat!"

Zhang Xiaoyi: "Master, I'll go right away!"

Soon, more and more refugees gathered, and there were at least 300 people by visual estimation.

A pot of porridge was eaten quickly.

The second pot started quickly.

Taking advantage of this gap, Xiao Yan chatted with the refugees, "Old gentleman, where did you come from?"

The old man with all white hair said: "We are all from Jiangxi. This year, there was a flood in our place, and all the crops were flooded. There is no harvest!"

Xiao Yan: "Didn't the government distribute relief food?"

The old man: "How can there be any relief food? The government's granaries have been eaten away by those corrupt officials."

Xiao Yan: "Then how many of you escaped?"

The old man: "Hey! Uncle Zhongyong doesn't know something! The old man walked all the way, and the road was full of refugees, men, women, young and old, too many!"

"Not only many, but also many died."

Someone chimed in.

Xiao Yan: "Huh?"

"I've seen many with my own eyes. Most of the old man's age died on the road!"

The old man nodded: "Old man, I am lucky to have a filial son, otherwise I would have met the King of Hades."

Xiao Yan: "Which one is your old son?"

The old man pulled the middle-aged man behind him by his side and said, "Dazhu, come and meet Uncle Zhongyong!"

"Grassmen pay respects to Uncle Zhongyong!"

Xiao Yan hurriedly grabbed the big pillar who was kneeling: "You don't need to be too polite, I respect a filial son like you the most!"

Da Zhuzi: "Filial piety to parents is the duty of a human being, there is nothing to say!"

Xiao Yan: "Very good! Are you interested in doing things for Benbo?"

Da Zhuzi: "My father..."

Xiao Yan: "It's nothing else, you just help gather other refugees around, and I will send someone to look after your father."

The old man: "Big Zhuzi, why don't you agree quickly? We should also do our part for the adults."

Da Zhuzi: "Alright then! I know where there are many refugees! I just don't know if there is enough porridge here, sir."

Xiao Yan laughed and said, "Don't worry, let them all come, my uncle promises to feed everyone!"

Dazhuzi: "Then I'll go!"

By the afternoon, nearly a thousand refugees had gathered outside Dong'an Gate.

A pot of porridge is not enough.

Xiao Yan ordered another three cauldrons to be found, adding up to the previous four cauldrons in total.

Barely keep up with the rhythm.

Most refugees ate two or three bowls and went to rest on their own initiative.

There are also those who don't know what is good and who are greedy for cheap, and drink five or six bowls in a row.

Xiao Yan didn't blame them, it's not easy to be hungry for so long.

However, he soon discovered a phenomenon. Some people came here more than ten times in a row.

He Dayou is Jin Yiwei Qianhu, and he has already seen the problem, "Uncle, there is something wrong with that kid, should you arrest him and interrogate him!"

Xiao Yan shook his head, waited for the kid to leave with the porridge bowl again, and said, "Let's follow and see what the hell he's up to!"

The two followed the boy cautiously.

"What the hell is this kid doing? Why did he enter the city?"

"Let's just follow in and find out!"

The person in front was holding the porridge bowl, and said to himself triumphantly: "It's the first time I've seen this kind of idiot, who donates unlimited porridge, haha, it's cheap for me."

"Is it my turn for this bowl?"

"Go aside, it's my turn!"

Several women in shabby clothes immediately surrounded the man.

"Let the uncle choose carefully, you are the most beautiful, and you are the only one!"

He pulled a somewhat charming woman and said.

Xiao Yan never expected the power of a bowl of porridge to be so powerful, "It sucks, it's just scum!"

He Dayou: "These refugees have entered the city, and they dare not leave the city again. Once they go out, they will not be able to enter."

Xiao Yan: "So this hateful scum is not a refugee!"

He Dayou: "What should I do?"

Xiao Yan: "You scum, you are so cowardly! Beat him up!"

The one who made up as a refugee was a hooligan, and he just took off his old clothes, revealing the intact cotton clothes inside.

He was startled by Xiao Yan's shout.

"Who are you? Hey, aren't you the one who gave the porridge?"

Nima, she really is a refugee in disguise.

"You can even do this kind of thing, that's all, and use the porridge that uncle Ben gave to the refugees to deceive these poor women, it's numb, it's unbearable, hit!"

The two of them had a deep hatred for this kind of scum, and they were merciless in their strikes, until they beat the man until he cried for his father and mother.

"Dayou, take him to your Jinyiwei prison and let him taste all kinds of torture instruments!"

He Dayou: "Okay, none of the eighteen instruments of torture will fall!"

"My lords, the little one knows I was wrong! Please forgive me this time! I won't dare again!"

Xiao Yan: "If you spare people like you, more people will be hurt!"