Datang: My father is the head bodyguard

By noon, the owners of many houses had left forever in this battle. Some people who could only beg every day and try their luck to sell some coolies were recruited by the Tianwei Army to demolish those houses.

The judge interrogated 16 of the 37 respectable squires. Only three of the 16 could be considered to have some conscience. At least they were paid as usual and were in charge of food. There was no abuse of tenant farmers or workers. .

"Tyra Chester, look at this, these are the farmers who signed a petition against me and they say you never deprived or exploited them."

Tyra Chester did not appear to be as shrewd or philistine as a landowner or squire. She looked like an ordinary citizen, wearing a relatively normal plain robe.

"Sir, I... I inherited the family business from my grandfather. My grandfather always told me to be kind to others, and I did the same. It's just... it's just that over the years, due to my poor management, the land has nothing Increase."

The judge stared into his eyes: "What do you think of those country squires like you?"

Just for a moment, a trace of struggle and disgust appeared on Chester's face: "I don't agree with their behavior, but I can't interfere with other people's choices."

The judge sighed. He is an upright person, but he does not require others to be upright. Although there is nothing wrong with this, it is not appropriate to appoint him as an official to bridge the gap.

"Your review is over, you passed the review, you can go home."

Tyra Chester stood up after waiting for the judge to stand up, and humbly followed the judge out of the interrogation room with his head lowered. There was no pressure for him here, after all, he did treat the workers and farmers well.

Walking out of the interrogation room, the long corridor seemed less gloomy. Chester felt that the sun had never been so bright, and the judge suddenly stopped.

"Clang clang clang!"

When the judge heard it, he knew it was the bell ringing for the Tianwei Army to prepare meals: "How about I treat you to a meal?"

Chester had no reason to refuse, and the two of them walked to the square. At this time, there were a large number of thermos barrels lined up in the square, filled with meals that had just been prepared by the Huotou camp. The judge was a little hungry, and his pace quickened a bit.

Although food had been served, not many local people came to eat in the square, and there were only a few people from the Tianwei Army to maintain order. The judge and Chester became the first couple of guests in the open-air canteen.

"Hey, kung pao chicken, vinegar cabbage, rice and steamed buns."

"Sir, there are regulations that give priority to local people."

The judge stood awkwardly on the spot. Chester looked at the food in the thermos bucket with some curiosity, but the scent actually entered his nose.

"Sir, what are these?"

The judge scratched his chin. It was not easy to translate: "Stir-fried diced chicken legs with sweet and sour sauce and cucumber. This is stir-fried with sour sauce... Mom, you don't have cabbage here either."

The judge scratched his head: "Give him some of everything, including rice and steamed buns. If I don't have anything to eat, just wait."

Chester took the tray and found a makeshift tent with a table inside.

The judge came to Chester with a bowl of seaweed and egg drop soup. Chester was puzzled: "Sir, aren't you going to eat it?"

The judge sighed: "The Huotou camp is the kitchen. I'm afraid there won't be enough food prepared there, so we'll let you local people eat first, and we'll eat the rest."

Chester didn't know how to use chopsticks, so he used a fork and a spoon to move left and right, and stuffed a spoonful of kung pao chicken into his mouth. Since the pepper hadn't come back yet, it only had three flavors: sour, salty, and sweet. But for Westerners with a monotonous diet, it was still overbearing. .

Chester couldn't even speak, he could only keep working hard, and the jealous cabbage made it impossible for him to stop.

He had never eaten rice before. When he tasted Datang's new rice, the oily and plump rice packed with the power of carbohydrates went straight to Chester's brain, and he quickly ate up all the rice and steamed buns.

The judge saw that he was devouring the food: "Is it delicious? It's a pity. I don't think many people came to eat today. They are probably afraid."

The judge had been observing for a long time. After the food was placed in the square, only a small number of Tianwei troops who had nothing to do temporarily went to get food. They were also told that the local people would be given priority for the time being, fearing that there would not be enough.

Chester also looked at the square and picked up his seaweed and egg drop soup: "It can't be said to be delicious anymore. It is a delicacy that can only be eaten in heaven. After I finish drinking the soup, I will go back and call people over to eat."

A thin figure appeared in the square, and her anxiety made her hesitate. After thinking for a long time, she decided to turn around and leave.

Just when she made up her mind to leave, she saw the row of boys from the camp handing out meals waving to her: "Come! Come and eat!"

Due to some strange combination of circumstances, she didn't even know why she was walking towards the food. Was it because of the candy the man gave her yesterday? Or is it because of the delicious aroma of food filling the square?

"Yeah, Nizi'er is so thin, seven more points, come on!"

The rice with a tip on the lower right corner of the tray was stuffed directly into her hand. The woman looked at the hot and heavy rice in her hand. It was food, and the smell of it was good food.

"Soul juice, pour it~, pour another spoonful~"

The woman held the heavy tray and was about to leave. Unexpectedly, the person in front of her who just said something she didn't understand pointed to the next location with a spoon and motioned for her to go over.

"I'll give you a little less vinegary cabbage. Don't stuff it if you can't finish it. But you know, my daughter is about the same age as you, so she needs to eat well."

She was probably the first local person to come over to prepare meals by herself. Several uncles took great care of her, and even the soup was prepared and put on her tray.

Several people smiled and waved to her: "Go and eat quickly. It's easy to work when you're full."

Emily's thin body held the heavy tray, and she was very careful with her steps, fearing that the food on the tray would be knocked over and wasted by accident, so she moved towards the tent area step by step.

When she reached the judge, Emily, who realized that she shouldn't be here, quickly found a seat in the corner and sat down, and took out the prepared wooden fork and wooden spoon from her cloth bag.

A mouthful of rice mixed with diced chicken entered Emily's mouth. She had never tried spices before and was enveloped by an overbearing taste experience, but she couldn't stop the spoon in her hand.

Chester stood up and said goodbye to the judge, and went back to call for friends, relatives, friends, and family members to come over for dinner. The judge was a little bored and simply walked over to Emily's side.

"Is it tasty?"

Emily was startled by the sudden question. She almost choked on the food in her mouth before she could swallow it. The judge saw that she kept beating her chest and quickly helped her pat her back to calm her down.