I, the queen and the father, start with a deer as a horse

Chapter 72

late August.

It's still hot.

The scorching sun scorched the leaves and curled them up.

Qinghe County, city gate.

A few large pots stood there, and the dry wood underneath was burning ragingly.

As time goes by, the aroma of porridge gradually comes out.

The disaster victims gathered around stared at the cauldron, swallowing their saliva continuously.

Among the victims, there are old people, children, and even more young adults.

They were all unkempt, ragged, and skinny.

Qin Yongxin stood behind a large cauldron, holding a wooden stick, and kept stirring it.

His forehead was covered with sweat, but he didn't feel tired.

This is the first time he went out of the city for disaster relief, the first time he saw the victims, the first time he transported food, and the first time he gave porridge.

Everything is full of novelty.

Looking at the five grains and vegetables that are constantly tumbling in the pot due to boiling.

A sense of pride welled up.

At this moment, he is doing disaster relief instead of staying in the county town to guard the granary, doing nothing!

a while.

I feel that the porridge in the pot is almost done.

Qin Yongxin put down the wooden stick, walked to Hai Rui's side, and said, "My lord, it's almost done."

"Ah."

Hai Rui nodded, looked at the official at the side, and gave him a wink.

The official immediately understood, took a few people, carried the sack, and walked to the cauldron.

"What is this for?"

Qin Yongxin looked at several people with doubts on his face.

Before waiting for the colleague next to him to answer.

I saw the official pull away the sack, picked it up, and poured it into the pot.

When Qin Yongxin saw this scene, he was startled for a moment, and then moved forward a few steps.

It was discovered that the sacks were filled with pig chaff!

In an instant, Qin Yongxin became angry and said angrily:

"I just made porridge, what are you doing!"

Seeing that Qin Yongxin was angry, the official was a little dazed, with a blank look on his face, and didn't know what to say for a while.

"A bunch of dogs, a good porridge will be ruined by you!"

Seeing that they didn't speak, Qin Yongxin became even angrier. He rolled up his sleeves and wanted to beat them up.

The officials of the household department next to him hurriedly stopped him.

"Adding bran to the porridge is Master Hai's idea, and it has nothing to do with them."

I have been with Hai Rui day and night for more than a month.

Qin Yongxin still recognized his character very much.

It was his idea to hear.

Qin Yongxin stopped immediately

Looking at the colleague, with doubts on his face, he asked, "The bran is eaten by pigs, not humans. Why do you add this to the porridge of the disaster victims?"

"There are two reasons, one is that the bran is cheaper, adding bran can help more victims, and the second is that the real victims are about to starve to death, even the bran is delicious, and those pretending to be victims find it hard to swallow. I won’t grab the porridge.”

Qin Yongxin was shocked when he heard this, and opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but didn't know how to say it.

After a while, he murmured to himself:

"But this chaff is not for people to eat."

The official of the household department sighed, and said leisurely: "Master Qin, you don't know what it feels like to be extremely hungry. This person who is about to starve to death is no longer a human being, but a beast, a pig or a dog, let alone chaff , is people"

Speaking of which, stop abruptly.

Regardless of the latter words, Qin Yongxin also understands.

He was a Jinshi in the 19th year of Dezheng, and he has read a lot of poetry and books, so how could he not know that there is a word called "Yi Zi Er Shi, Analyzing the remains and Cuan".

This word is so far away, so far away that it has only been seen in books.

And so close, so close that it is right in front of you.

Qin Yongxin stood there blankly, speechless for a moment.

at this time.

Several pots of porridge with bran added are almost ready.

Hai Rui walked up to the victims, with a serious expression on his face, and said in a solemn voice:

"In Xiahai Rui, under the order of the Prime Minister, we are in Qingzhou to provide disaster relief. The porridge given must be thick enough to insert chopsticks. The chopsticks float and the heads fall to the ground!"

The voice fell.

Several officials took out their chopsticks, threw them into the pot, and inserted them firmly.

Although bran was added, it was much thicker than the porridge that Hai Rui and the others usually drank!
Seeing this scene, the victims around them all swallowed their saliva, but no one fought for it.

Just because the one standing in front of them was Master Hai Ruihai.

A month ago, it was also Master Hai who said that he came to relieve the disaster under the order of the prime minister.

At first, they were all hopeless.

After all, before this, whether it was a master from the county or a master from the state, it was the same when serving porridge.

At the beginning, I talked about hype, but I did get two or three bowls of good porridge.

But what about after?

It's still the same clear soup with little water. If you want to fill your stomach, you can only eat bark and soil.

However, what happened later was beyond their expectations.

Master Hai didn't make porridge, and didn't say anything on the scene. Instead, he chopped off the heads of several other masters in front of them.

That is, from that day on.

The porridge served by the old men is no longer a clear soup with little water.

Although it is not as heavy as the Shanghai master's porridge, it can still satisfy their hunger and prevent them from starving to death.

They were uneducated and illiterate, but they were not stupid and knew that it was all thanks to Master Hai.

It is also the credit of the prime minister that Master Hai said.

and so.

This time.

When Master Hai came to give out porridge again, none of them fought or robbed.

They knew that Master Hai would do what he said and would make them full!
Hai Rui turned his eyes around the victims and said loudly:
"The porridge is ready, queue up to get the porridge!"

The voice fell.

Thousands of disaster victims moved forward tremblingly, holding broken bowls, and stood in front of the cauldron.

Some of these victims were from Qinghe County, and some were driven over from other counties.

Lots of people.

More people are needed to maintain order.

Even the guards who used to protect Hai Rui were dragged away to serve porridge.

Standing beside Hai Rui was Qin Yongxin who hadn't calmed down yet.

Seeing Qin Yongxin's distraught look, Hai Rui walked up to him.

He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but before he could speak, Qin Yongxin's eyes turned red.

"My lord, I really deserve to die."

Hai Rui said: "You come from a wealthy family. You have never seen such a scene. You feel uncomfortable. It will be fine after you get used to it."

Qin Yongxin shook his head and said in a trembling voice, "I don't mean that to be an official."

After a pause, he gritted his teeth and said, "Father."

Just opened.

Then I heard Hai Rui say: "There are some things, keep them in your heart, don't need to say them."

As an old fritter, Hai Rui had never seen anything like this.

When he came to this world, apart from Fang Xiu, the first person he saw was Qin Yongxin's father.

Qin Xingyan, Minister of the Ministry of household affairs.

With just one glance, Hai Rui could tell that it was not a good thing.

But here is Dagan who is even worse than Daming.

Qin Xingyan is not the only one who is not a good thing.

The prime minister paid the price and called him out because he wanted him to do something, not to keep an eye on someone.

He also believed.

One day, when the time is right, the prime minister will rectify the court.

If not, the Prime Minister would not have called him in the first place, but would have called Li Linfu and his ilk.
When Qin Yongxin heard this, he opened his mouth, wanting to say something.

When the words came to his lips, he still couldn't spit them out, just remained silent.

Just now.

The number of disaster victims is increasing, crowding towards them.

in the crowd.

A few young men, holding daggers in their hands, were facing the cauldron, but their eyes were fixed on Hai Rui who was not far away, and they approached step by step.

In just a moment, they came to Hai Rui, with grim expressions on their faces, and said sharply:
"die!"

(End of this chapter)